Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

Douro Continent

Mingdou Great Forest

"Thunderbolt Sword Slash!"

"Holy light shines everywhere!"

……

The shockwave from the clash of soul forces overturned a large swath of bushes.

The five members of the Shrek Academy's inspection team formed a triangular formation, their spirit rings flickering around them.

The leader of the team was a middle-aged man with a cold and hard face named Ye Sheng. His martial soul was the Thunder Sword, and he was a member of the Shrek Academy's inner court.

Opposite him, the black-robed evil soul master was surrounded by dark purple mist, his six soul rings floating, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Shrek Inspection Team? Nothing special."

He formed a hand seal, and a jet-black beam of light suddenly shot out, instantly withering the vegetation in its path.

"Change formation," Ye Sheng whispered.

The five of them started moving at the same time.

The pentagram formation suddenly contracted, and the soul power converged at a single point, with the golden light colliding with the dark pillar of light in mid-air.

boom!

The earthquake trembled.

The evil spirit master's expression changed drastically, and cracks appeared all over his martial spirit.

"impossible……"

Another golden beam of light slashed down.

The evil spirit master groaned and knelt on one knee, his black robe torn open, revealing his festering skin underneath.

He raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I surrender."

The captain held his sword to his neck and said coldly, "I'm taking away your soul power."

The evil spirit master gritted his teeth and did as instructed.

Three light locks immediately wrapped around him, sealing off the flow of his soul power.

"bring……"

"Asura Hundred-Strike Attack!"

Before Ye Sheng could finish speaking, a purple figure suddenly appeared.

The Asura Armor gleamed coldly in the forest. With a single step, it shattered the ground, and its fist, wrapped in a visible shockwave, slammed solidly into the evil soul master's chest.

There are no soul skills, and no charging up.

Pure brute force.

Before the evil spirit master could even scream, his body exploded like a shattered pottery jar!

Blood, flesh, bones, and tattered black robes were scattered everywhere, leaving not a single intact piece of remains.

The light lock lost its target and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

"Duanmu Yan!"

Ye Sheng roared, the Thunderclap Sword humming and trembling, its tip pointing directly at the purple-armored figure, "What are you doing!"

Duanmu Yan withdrew his fist and stood still, dark red murderous aura emanating from the gaps in his armor. His tone was as calm as if he were stating the weather: "Evil Soul Masters, their deaths are not a pity."

"He has surrendered." Ye Sheng said slowly and deliberately, veins bulging on his forehead. "The Shrek Supervisory Group needs to interrogate him alive, and your methods are too cruel."

"Cruel?" Duanmu Yan tilted his head, his armor disintegrating, revealing half of his face beneath the hood, making his expression unreadable. "These rotten oranges' methods aren't cruel."

He turned around, his boots crushing the debris on the ground.

"A rotten orange is always a rotten orange."

"Based on what you've done, do you think you're any better than an evil spirit master?"

Ye Sheng was clearly also angry.

As the leader of the team in this operation, he simply could not accept that his authority had been challenged in this way.

Duanmu Yan stopped in his tracks.

The armor fragments hovered around him, then suddenly closed up again.

"What did you say?"

A malevolent aura surged from between the nails, instantly turning the grass beneath their feet yellow and curling up.

He turned around, each step feeling like a blow to Ye Sheng's heart—a pressure born of pure killing intent.

Ye Sheng's hand gripping the sword turned slightly white, yet he didn't back down an inch: "I said, you and them—"

"Shut up."

Duanmu Yan raised his eyes.

His pupils, hidden beneath the hood, gleamed a dark red, and his voice was eerily calm: "You have no right to put me alongside those things."

The ground is cracked.

"I'm telling you, I'm a human being, not one of these evil spirit masters who are worse than animals."

"Once a demonic spirit master, always a demonic spirit master!"

Immediately afterwards, a purple shadow flashed, and Duanmu Yan disappeared into the forest.

Ye Sheng's hand, gripping the sword, bulged with veins, but he ultimately did not swing the sword.

A blonde girl chased after her almost immediately.

"Duanmu Yan!"

She moved swiftly, channeling her soul power into her legs, darting through the forest like a swallow.

Duanmu Yan was even faster; by the time the girl passed through the third thicket, he had already disappeared from sight.

She gritted her teeth and continued chasing after the scattered broken branches and leaves on the ground.

Deep in the forest, Duanmu Yan stopped.

He punched the tree trunk.

The century-old tree trembled violently, cracks burst open from the surface of a fist, the entire tree tilted violently, and branches and leaves fell in a flurry.

He didn't throw a second punch.

The armor disintegrated, revealing a young face underneath.

He closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against the rough bark, his chest heaving violently.

What comes to mind is that night when the fire blazed brightly.

He is a time traveler.

At the beginning of the journey, everything was perfect.

A gentle mother, a silent and reliable father, bloodlines with the potential to become a Soul Master, and even a younger sister who has just learned to walk.

Until that night.

A wicked spirit master slaughtered his entire family in order to cultivate.

He hid in the woodpile and saw his mother lying in a pool of blood through the cracks, his father desperately blocking the doorway, and his sister's doll rolling to his feet, covered in ashes.

Five years old.

He was the only survivor.

From then on, living had only one meaning.

At the age of six, with the help of Shrek Academy, he awakened the Asura Armor Martial Soul, possessing innate full soul power.

With Shrek Academy's strong support and training, Duanmu Yan, at only fifteen years old, had already reached level fifty-nine in soul power, even after he had Duanmu Yan constantly compress his soul power.

After entering the Inner Academy with the top score in the Outer Academy, he naturally joined the Shrek Academy Supervisory Committee.

From then on, he began to wander the continent, killing evil spirit masters, and killing more evil spirit masters, without any attachments or stops, like a wandering soul.

……

"Duanmu Yan".

The voice of a blonde girl came from behind, very soft, with a hint of panting.

She didn't get too close, but stood three steps away, leaning against another tree.

The girl didn't say anything more, but simply took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it over.

"Wipe it off."

Duanmu Yan did not respond.

"My hands are covered in blood."

He glanced down at his fist, which was covered in bits of flesh and bone fragments from the evil spirit master, dark red and already partially solidified.

After a two-second silence, he took the cloth and wiped his hands haphazardly a couple of times.

"Ye Guyi, you've been following me all this way." The voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm afraid you'll run away again." Ye Guyi leaned against the tree trunk, arms crossed. "Last time you went crazy, you stayed in the wild by yourself for three days."

"...That time it was about following clues."

"Yes, if you say so, then so be it."

The wind rustled through the woods, creating a soft, whispering sound.

Duanmu Yan handed the cloth back; it was covered in bloodstains.

Ye Guyi didn't mind and took it, stuffing it back into her arms.

"I'll talk to Ye Sheng," she said. "He's just embarrassed; it's just a matter of writing a report when he gets back."

"No need." Duanmu Yan frowned. "I'll take responsibility for my mistakes."

"You did nothing wrong."

Ye Guyi's voice was calm.

"I know."

Duanmu Yan turned his head to look at her.

Her blonde hair was dazzling in the dappled light and shadow, and her eyes were light gold, as clean as the winter sun.

He met her a few years ago during a manhunt.

At that time, Ye Guyi was being besieged by three evil soul masters. Her soul power was exhausted and her back was covered in blood, but she gritted her teeth and did not retreat an inch.

He saved her.

Later I learned that her entire family had been slaughtered by evil spirit masters, leaving only one survivor.

They are the same.

"Let's go." Duanmu Yan raised his hand. "Let's go back and hand in the mission."

Ye Guyi followed in his footsteps, side by side.

"Could you please not smash someone's clothes in front of others next time?"

"As much as possible."