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

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed to the ground.

The remaining five evil spirit masters were stunned for a moment, then let out a roar.

The spirit rings lit up in unison: three rings, four rings, five rings, and dark purple mist surged into waves.

"court death!"

Among them, a figure with seven rings stepped out from the crowd.

Two yellow, two purple, three black – Soul Saint cultivation level.

Clearly, this person was the leader of this group of evil spirit masters.

The old man in the dark red robe had a gloomy face, and six chains made of vengeful spirits were wrapped around his body, each emitting a mournful wail.

"This is... the Asura Armor?!" He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the newcomer. "You're Duanmu Yan! Shrek's mad dog."

"Use that trick!"

The old man waved his hand, and the five evil soul masters retreated simultaneously, not to escape, but to quickly form a formation.

The chains of vengeful spirits were pulled from all directions, tearing the air apart with a shrill whistling sound.

Duanmu Yan dodged the two chains by sidestepping, and smashed the third one with his fist. The resentment that burst out when the chains shattered made his movements slightly sluggish.

"Duanmu!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light curtain descended from the sky.

Ye Guyi landed beside him, her slender sword was drawn, and five soul rings rose into the air.

Holy light spread out like a tide, forcing back the three black-robed men who rushed forward.

Her sword light was sharp and had a strong suppressive effect on all evil attributes. It also specifically targeted the nodes of the evil soul master's soul power circulation. In just a few moves, she knocked the two of them to the ground.

"Leave the rest of the grunts to me," she said without turning her head.

Duanmu Yan nodded, his gaze fixed on the old man in the dark red robe.

The old man's gaze, however, bypassed Duanmu Yan and was fixed on Ye Guyi.

"Angel Martial Soul..." His pupils shrank, and his voice trembled slightly.

That pure golden light, that natural suppression of evil spirits.

He had heard from those above that there was a martial spirit called the Angel Martial Spirit, which was the ultimate in the attribute of justice and could suppress all evil.

In some respects, Ye Guyi is a far greater threat than Duanmu Yan.

After all, no matter how fierce the armor is, it's nothing more than using violence to combat violence; while the holy light of angels purifies from the root.

This girl must not be allowed to live!

The old man's fingers tightened slightly, and the chains of vengeful spirits silently changed direction.

Even if it costs me my life, I have to kill this blonde girl.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Duanmu Yan acted on it.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Asura Wind-Splitting Claw".

Dark red malevolent energy solidified in his palm. With a snap of his fingers, two streaks of cold light shot out from the wrist of his armor.

Two long, slender metal claws, their edges gleaming with a cold, silvery light, each covered with fine blood grooves.

There was no build-up, no prelude.

Duanmu Yan's figure vanished from the spot, and in the next instant, he had already closed in on the old man, standing two feet in front of him.

With his right hand outstretched, five beams of cold light tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The old man's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he pushed forward with both hands.

Six chains of vengeful spirits intertwined in front of him, barely managing to block the attack.

A piercing metallic scraping sound erupted, sparks flying everywhere.

With a twist of his wrist, Duanmu Yan twisted the chain, creating cracks in it.

The old man was forced back half a step by the immense force, and the ground beneath his feet cracked open like a spiderweb.

"you--"

Duanmu Yan did not give him a chance to speak.

At the same time, the left claw swung out, slashing diagonally downwards, five cold lights drawing silver arcs.

The old man hastily turned to the side, his sharp claws grazing his shoulder armor, tearing three slits in his dark red robe to reveal the festering skin beneath.

The old man groaned, and the chains of vengeful spirits suddenly exploded, using the recoil to create distance.

He glanced down at the wound on his shoulder, his face turning ashen.

This mad dog is even more troublesome than the intelligence reports suggested.

Ye Guyi fought cleanly and decisively.

The slender sword drew golden arcs in the night, each strike precisely slicing at the nodes where the evil soul master's soul power circulated.

She had already knocked the three men in black robes to the ground, their soul power sealed by holy light, leaving them unable to move.

The remaining two stood back to back, their faces pale.

The Angelic Martial Soul's restraining effect is too insidious.

Their soul skills dissipated as soon as they touched the golden light barrier, like snow meeting boiling water.

This deep-seated restraint prevented them from even having the thought of rebellion.

Ye Guyi gave them no chance to catch their breath. With a light tap of her sword tip, two golden chains shot out, instantly binding the two of them together.

The holy light burned their skin, sizzling and smelling of burning.

"Don't kill me—I surrender—"

Ye Guyi remained expressionless as the light chains tightened, and the two of them groaned and fainted.

"Surrender?" she whispered. "Unfortunately, someone won't accept your surrender."

At this moment, Pavilion Master Zhou arrived with more than a dozen guards.

Torches illuminated the ravaged official road.

When Pavilion Master Zhou saw the body of the guard lying on the ground, his face turned ashen. Then his gaze fell on Duanmu Yan and Ye Guyi, his expression complicated.

These two young men from Shrek Academy have almost finished their work.

"Leave two alive, the rest—" he gritted his teeth and waved his hand, "Kill!"

The guards swarmed forward.

With Ye Guyi's holy light suppression and Zhou Pavilion Master's manpower, the remaining evil soul masters were instantly surrounded.

Screams rose and fell, and the dark purple mist quickly dissipated in the firelight.

The old man glanced at the battlefield out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Of the dozen or so people he brought, some were dead, some were wounded, and fewer than three were still standing.

The Angelic Martial Soul's advantage was even more deadly than he had anticipated.

Just by standing there, the golden-haired girl caused his vengeful spirit chains to weaken by 30%.

If we keep fighting, I'll end up dying here too.

He suddenly activated his soul power, and the six chains of vengeful spirits exploded simultaneously, using the shockwave to create distance.

A dark purple soul tool slid out from his sleeve and was crushed.

The purple mist exploded, obscuring the sky and the moon.

"Withdraw!" The old man's voice came from the mist, filled with resentment. "Duanmu Yan, the Holy Church will remember this debt—"

Duanmu Yan ignored him, his sharp claws tearing through the purple mist as he lunged toward the direction of the sound.

Just then, a golden chain of light wrapped around his arm.

"Don't chase." Ye Guyi's voice came from behind, panting. "Don't pursue a cornered enemy; be careful of a trap."

Duanmu Yan paused, his claws stopping in mid-air.

He looked at the surging purple mist, then at Ye Guyi.

Her blonde hair was ruffled by the night wind, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but her gaze remained steady.

After a moment of silence, Duanmu Yan said, "I'll listen to you this time."

"Um."

Ye Guyi nodded, a smile returning to her face.

Duanmu Yan retracted his claws, and the murderous aura emanating from the gaps in his armor slowly subsided.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intent rising in his chest.

The old man called himself "Holy Religion," and according to the original text, he was most likely the Holy Spirit Religion.

A heist of this scale could not possibly be orchestrated by just one Soul Saint.

He wasn't sure if there were any Title Douluo nearby to provide backup.

However, with his current strength, he is not confident of victory against a Title Douluo.

We'll settle this score later.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Ye Guyi released the light chain and turned to look at the subdued evil spirit masters.

Master Zhou led his men to clean up the mess, inventory the goods, and treat the wounded.

Three of the guards were killed, five were wounded, and all the horses ran away.

After handling the follow-up developments, the group returned to Jubaoge.

Inside the hall, Ye Guyi sat in a chair with a cup of hot tea, her brows slightly furrowed.

"This group of evil spirit masters arrived very strangely." She put down her teacup. "The goods had just arrived in Tianming City when they robbed them. Either the information was leaked, or they had been watching for a long time."

Duanmu Yan leaned back in his chair and didn't say anything.

Ye Guyi continued her analysis: "And look at their teamwork."

"Some people were responsible for keeping watch from the front, some were responsible for searching the goods, and some were specifically keeping an eye on the hidden compartments in the carriage. These weren't robbers who acted on a whim; they had scouted the place beforehand."

She paused, looked up, and said seriously, "Duanmu, I think these evil spirit masters are part of an organization, not just some small gang of three or five, but one with a structure and division of labor."

Duanmu Yan glanced at her.

Ye Guyi was unaware of the existence of the Holy Spirit Cult.

She deduced the general outline of the situation based on just one battle.

Duanmu Yan nodded: "You're right."

He didn't elaborate on the Holy Spirit Cult—it wasn't the right time yet. But Ye Guyi's ability to deduce so much from a single skirmish was already quite astute.

"I will report this to the academy after I get back." He paused. "This matter needs to be investigated."

As for what he could find out, he knew perfectly well.

The Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters are located in the Demon Forest within the Sun Moon Empire, and the Shrek Academy's reach cannot extend that far.

But reports still need to be submitted.

At least let the academy know that evil spirit masters have begun to operate on a large scale.

Ye Guyi glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.

At this moment, Pavilion Master Zhou pushed open the door and came in, holding a wooden box in his hands.

The waiter behind me brought two fresh cups of tea, replaced them, and then tactfully withdrew.

"We owe you both tonight's events." Pavilion Master Zhou placed the wooden box on the table and pushed it in front of Duanmu Yan, his expression solemn. "The Soul-Devouring Carving Knife is right here, and besides..."

He took out a silver-gray storage ring from his sleeve and pushed it over as well.

"Among tonight's shipment are a few decent soul tools and medicinal herbs. I took the liberty of reserving a portion for the two of you. Considering this knife, it's a small token of our appreciation from Jubao Pavilion."

Duanmu Yan glanced at him, did not refuse, and directly accepted the ring and wooden box.

Thanks.

Pavilion Master Zhou quickly waved his hand: "It's my duty, it's my duty. If it weren't for your help, this batch of goods would probably be lost, and my position as pavilion master would be over."

The three chatted for a few more minutes before Zhou, the pavilion master, tactfully took his leave and arranged for someone to prepare the guest rooms.

After tidying up, the two returned to their respective rooms.

Inside the room, Duanmu Yan opened the wooden box.

A carving knife, about a foot long, lay quietly on a velvet backing. It was dark silver in color and covered with fine patterns, like some kind of ancient runes.

A faint dark red luster flowed along the blade edge, like congealed blood.

He reached out to take it.

The moment my fingertips touched the hilt of the knife, a chilling mental shock pierced my mind like a needle.

Resentment, greed, and bloodlust surged forth—a torrent of negative emotions.

Duanmu Yan didn't even frown.

The phantom of the Asura Armor appeared around him on its own, and the baleful aura overflowed from his palms, directly crushing that evil thought.

His mental strength had already been tempered and enhanced by the Asura Armor, so this level of attack wasn't even an appetizer.

"Something weird," he muttered, putting the carving knife into his storage ring.

Just then, the long-dormant gray bead in my mind trembled slightly.

An ancient and faint spiritual fluctuation emanated from it, carrying a sense of long-lost nostalgia.

"Oh? It's actually the Gold of Life..."