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

On the way back, the group was eerily silent.

Relying on his flying soul tool, Ye Sheng walked at the front, his back taut like a bow.

The other two team members would steal glances at Duanmu Yan from time to time, then quickly look away.

It's not their fault; if anyone's to blame, it's Duanmu Yan's aura.

Although he was only a freshman in the inner academy, Duanmu Yan's name was known to everyone.

His background led him to have an almost obsessive hatred for evil spirit masters.

Under his watchful eye, evil spirit masters either fled or suffered utter defeat, truly a case of righteousness turning evil.

Duanmu Yan lagged behind the group, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ye Guyi.

The Asura Armor had been retracted into his body, and the black robe and hood covered most of his face.

Halfway through the flight, he suddenly stopped.

The soul power within his body surged like a tide, and the level 60 barrier collapsed silently.

"What's wrong?" Ye Guyi turned her head.

"...Level 60."

Ye Guyi raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise, and simply asked, "Do you need a spirit ring?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yan looked up at Ye Sheng's back in front of him.

Before he could speak, Ye Sheng said without turning his head, "I heard you."

He paused, then his voice turned cold and hard: "Go by yourself. Gu Yi, do you want to go with him?"

"and."

He answered without hesitation.

Ye Sheng paused slightly, Ye Guyi's answer was exactly what he expected.

Shrek Academy's inner courtyard is never short of beautiful women; the key problem is that it lacks normal, beautiful women.

Putting everything else aside, just considering Ma Xiaotao and Wu Ming's fiery tempers, most male students simply wouldn't be able to handle them. Unless someone is mentally ill, very few men would pursue them.

In contrast, Han Ruoruo spends all her time in the library, while Ling Luochen is too aloof.

In this way, the intellectual and gentle senior sister Zhang Lexuan and the warm-hearted and pure Ye Guyi are undoubtedly the dream goddesses of many people.

However, the eldest sister was too aloof and unapproachable, always giving them a sense of distance. Therefore, only the junior sister Ye Guyi was the most attractive.

The problem is that in the inner courtyard, the only person Ye Guyi can get close to is Duanmu Yan, who is "one of her kind". Most of the others have received "friend cards" from Ye Guyi.

Therefore, Ye Guyi also enjoys the nickname "the ruthless hairpin princess" in the inner court.

Ye Sheng didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand: "See you at the academy in three days. Don't be late."

"I'm gone."

The two team members hesitated to speak, but Ye Sheng silenced them with a look.

The four figures quickly disappeared into the clouds and vanished into the twilight.

Duanmu Yan stood there, watching the direction they had left, and remained silent for a moment.

"He's not angry anymore?"

"I'm angry." Ye Guyi crossed her arms. "But he knows what's important."

Duanmu Yan didn't say anything more, turned around and changed direction, flying towards the location of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Ye Guyi naturally followed.

"What spirit rings?"

"...Defensive type."

"Have you thought it through?"

"Um."

……

at the same time.

A slender figure stood before the dense forest, holding a map that had long since yellowed.

His eyes were filled with determination, and there was also a hint of expectation in them.

"Star Dou Great Forest, I, Huo Yuhao, have arrived!"

……

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, two figures swept across the treetops one after the other.

Duanmu Yan's senses spread out like a spider web, and the fluctuations of his level 60 soul power caused low-level soul beasts to go into hiding.

"Too weak." He frowned as he swept past a dragon-scaled leopard with ten thousand years of cultivation.

Ye Guyi followed behind, her golden hair fluttering in the wind: "Go deeper in."

As they ventured deeper, the aura of the soul beasts grew increasingly intense.

Duanmu Yan suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the southwest.

There, a massive golden dragon lay prostrate by the pool, its back armor covered in moss, slowly swallowing its recently hunted prey.

"Seventy thousand years," Duanmu Yan said.

Ye Guyi squinted at him, then frowned: "You've exceeded the safe age limit. You're only level 60—"

"That's enough."

She turned to look at him.

Five spirit rings—one yellow, two purple, and two black—rose in Duanmu Yan's hand.

On his wrist was a rectangular block shaped like a rare metal, with a silver-gray main color and decorated with purple-black and gold patterns and core components.

The front features a ferocious Asura face pattern, with a striking red core gem embedded in the center.

We are no longer living in the era ten thousand years ago when Soul Masters had not yet awakened their intelligence.

It's common knowledge these days that the time it takes to absorb a spirit ring is linked to one's physical attributes.

Over the years, Duanmu Yan has never slacked off in honing his physical fitness.

With the aid of rare and precious materials like whale glue, his physical abilities could even rival those of an ordinary Soul Douluo.

He flexed his wrist, and a dark red aura emanated from the gaps in his armor. "Seventy thousand years, just right."

Ye Guyi remained silent for two seconds, then did not try to persuade her further.

She drew a slender sword from her waist, her soul rings lit up, and her aura as a level 52 Soul King suddenly surged.

"I'll control the situation, you take the lead in attacking."

"Um."

Two figures darted out simultaneously.

The Earth Armored Golden Dragon sensed the danger, swept its giant tail, and condensed earth-attribute soul power into earth cones that shot out in all directions.

Ye Guyi turned lightly, and a golden light curtain bloomed from the tip of her sword, the holy light melting away all the earthen cones.

Duanmu Yan passed through the light curtain, his fist filled with murderous aura, and stepped on the edge of the dragon's back to propel himself into the air.

The golden dragon head of the earth armor retracted into its shell, and its carapace glowed with a ghostly blue light.

A punch landed.

boom!

The shockwave exploded, and the water in the pool was thrown up several feet high.

Cracks spread across the dragon armor like a spider web, and the golden dragon roared, its limbs bracing against the ground as it tried to throw the person off its back.

Duanmu Yan held firmly in place, his second punch already fully charged.

"Asura Purgatory Strike"

The dark red patterns on the armor suddenly lit up, and the fist, crackling with a massive electric current, converged solidly at the same spot.

The tortoise shell shattered.

The Earth Armor Golden Dragon howled in agony, its soul power raging, destroying all the vegetation within a ten-zhang radius.

Ye Guyi's slender sword flashed, and several chains of light wrapped around the giant tortoise's limbs, locking it firmly in place.

"The final blow!"

Duanmu Yan leaped up from the tortoise's back, crossed his arms in front of him, and the baleful aura on the surface of his armor condensed into a dark red phantom.

dive.

The blade flashes before the person arrives.

The Earth Armor Golden Dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then, an invisible spiritual wave exploded from the depths of the dense forest, freezing the air and making time seem to stand still.

Ye Guyi groaned, the rapier slipped from her hand, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

The earth-armored golden dragon's miserable howl came to an abrupt end as its massive body crashed to the ground.

Duanmu Yan felt as if he were being pricked by needles, his vision blurred, but his downward momentum did not stop.

He bit his tongue, the excruciating pain bringing him a moment of clarity, and his right hand slammed down on the Asura Summoning Device on his wrist.

"Asura Purgatory Blade!"

The silver-gray metal exploded open, its dark red patterns bulging like veins, and a jet-black longsword was drawn from the core ruby.

The blade was covered in cracks, with a dazzling lava-like sheen flowing between the gaps.

Duanmu Yan gripped his sword, turned around, and swung it.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

The dark red blade drew an arc, and an invisible spiritual fluctuation was forcibly cut open.

Boom—

Half of the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the air surged to both sides.

Duanmu Yan knelt down on one knee, bracing himself with the tip of his knife, his chest heaving violently.

He glanced back at the unconscious Ye Guyi, and after confirming that her breathing was steady, he slowly stood up, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked in the direction from which the fluctuations came.