Douluo Continent: The Purple Dragon's Roar, the End of the Dark Abyss

"Damn it, he got away!"

"Damn, that's cunning! They got away so fast!"

Ye Linyi gripped the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd tightly in his hand, his gaze fixed on the direction Wen Jiang had fled, a hint of anger flashing between his teeth.

The battle was raging just now, and this slippery fellow managed to escape through a gap. Anyone would be furious.

The moment his toes touched the ground, and he was about to raise his halberd to pursue, a chill suddenly ran down his spine—it was a warning from a man's sixth sense, a strange aura quietly rising behind him!

Ye Linyi suddenly turned around and his pupils contracted sharply.

Suddenly, Ming Ji, who had been severely injured by his halberd and was already dead, stood up straight without anyone noticing.

The deep, fatal wound on her chest was visibly healing, and in the blink of an eye it was completely healed without leaving a single scar.

"Holy crap? Bro, he's come back to life!"

"You can't be serious!"

Even Ye Linyi was startled by this illogical scene and instinctively took a half-step back.

He was filled with remorse. After killing Ming Ji, he was so focused on chasing Wen Jiang that he forgot to finish her off. Now he had suffered a major setback.

Ming Ji's face was contorted like a vengeful ghost, her slender hands clutching her chest tightly. Her scarlet eyes were fixed on Ye Linyi, and her voice was hoarse and venomous: "That halberd strike you just delivered really hurt; it almost killed me!"

"So—I'll make you pay with your life!"

Ye Linyi's brows furrowed instantly. He clearly sensed that the resurrected Ming Ji's soul power fluctuations were several levels stronger than before, and her aura was violent and chaotic. Although she was only at the Soul Sect realm, she exuded a sense of oppression comparable to a Soul King or even a Soul Emperor. Clearly, she had used some kind of forbidden technique that backfired on herself.

"While you're weak and unstable, I'll take your life again!"

Ye Linyi no longer hesitated, his right hand gripping the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd tightly, the dark halberd body surrounded by a chilling light.

Three spirit rings rose up from beneath his feet with a roar—two purple and one black, with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring at the very end. This incredible combination of spirit rings was enough to intimidate the entire audience, and his fierce fighting spirit soared into the sky.

Seeing this, Ming Ji became even more frenzied, screaming, "Come on! I want to see who takes whose dog's life today!"

Before she finished speaking, a dark purple martial soul lightning suddenly condensed in her palm, and the optimal soul ring ratio of two yellow and two purple appeared, causing her soul power to surge wildly.

"The wrath of the underworld corpses, the horde of monstrous zombies!"

The first and second spirit rings lit up simultaneously, and Ming Ji roared angrily.

This time, her soul skill was released several times faster than before. A wave of corpse energy and lightning swept over everything, and its power increased two or three times. The stench permeated the entire jungle.

Ye Linyi's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "Unfortunately, I have the ability to become invisible; you can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

With a sway, he transformed into a semi-transparent phantom, remaining unharmed despite being battered by the horde of corpses and the thunderous waves.

Seeing her deadly soul skill easily neutralized, Ming Ji completely broke down, clutching her head and screaming wildly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How were you able to dodge my soul skill?!"

Ye Linyi slowly stepped out of his ethereal state, his tone as indifferent as ice: "It's simple, because you are weaker than me, and your soul skills are utterly insignificant in front of me."

"I don't believe it! I absolutely refuse to believe it!"

Ming Ji's eyes turned bloodshot, and she appeared like a madwoman. Her third and fourth spirit rings suddenly shone brightly, and two even more powerful spirit skills erupted from her feet:

"Third Soul Skill - Primordial Thunder Roar!"

"Fourth Soul Skill - Return of the Vengeful Spirit!"

A deafening thunderclap, accompanied by the shrieks of vengeful spirits, exploded outwards, purple lightning tore through the earth, and terrifying energy fluctuations swept in all directions.

Ye Linyi remained calm and composed. His second soul ring flashed three times in succession, and with his eight-second ethereal effect, he moved freely through the waves of lightning and soul shadows, like a ghost in the dark night, approaching Ming Ji step by step.

"Nothing is impossible."

Ye Linyi's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the jet-black ten-thousand-year soul ring around him suddenly burst forth with a ghostly light.

He exerted force with both arms, gripping the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd tightly. A strange, world-destroying light flowed across the halberd's blade, ready to strike.

"Seven Fiends Annihilation Slash!"

With a roar, Ye Linyi swung his halberd in a sweeping motion, the dark shadow of the halberd tearing through the sky and slashing towards Ming Ji with overwhelming force!

"One cut! Two cuts! Three cuts!"

The three slashes landed precisely on Ming Ji, instantly tearing her body apart and causing her life force to drain away rapidly like a burst dam.

"No--!"

Mingji let out a desperate wail, her eyes filled with resentment and fear.

Ye Linyi understood that once an attack was launched in the ethereal state, it would immediately de-solidify. Just now, when he swung his halberd, he also endured the aftershocks of Ming Ji's soul skill, causing his blood and qi to surge and his wounds to ache.

"I haven't become a Holy Son yet... I absolutely cannot fall!" Ye Linyi gritted his teeth and persevered, his determination burning like a raging fire.

When the fourth strike landed with a bang, Ming Ji's battered body could no longer hold on and exploded! Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a foul stench filled the air. Ye Linyi was caught off guard and covered in blood, looking extremely disheveled, yet with an added air of murderous ruthlessness.

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High in the sky, the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult gathered.

Elders Minglei and Youming stared intently at the battlefield below, their faces ashen. They turned to their leader, Zhongli Wu, and demanded sharply, "Leader! You must give us an explanation!"

Zhongli Wu remained calm, raising his eyes to look at them: "I wonder what explanation the two elders desire?"

Ming Lei pounded his chest arrogantly and roared, "Ye Linyi is too cruel! He actually killed my clan's most talented grandson, Ming Ji! If you don't give me an explanation today, this matter is not over!"

Youming added fuel to the fire, his face full of grief and indignation: "My grandson was also a once-in-a-millennium genius in our family, and he was so easily killed by this brat. How can the sect leader sit idly by and do nothing?"

Seeing the two of them working together so harmoniously, Zhongli Wu instantly understood, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Understood. After we return, Scorpion Tiger, take the two elders to collect their compensation."

Upon hearing this, Ming Lei and You Ming, who had just been furious, instantly put on fawning smiles and repeatedly cupped their hands in greeting: "You're so kind, Church Master! You're really something!"

(A bystander thought to himself: If we told them now that their grandson had died, these two old folks would probably just stare blankly—Grandson? Do we even have a grandson?)

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In the jungle of the battlefield.

Ye Linyi wiped the blood from his face, stood with his halberd in the woods, and shouted loudly, "Wenjiang! Come out! I won't kill you!"

He was covered in blood, his robes were torn, and the murderous aura emanating from him was so real that he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Hiding deep in the dense forest, Wen Jiang trembled with fear, cowering in the grass, not daring to even breathe. Looking at that murderous figure, he felt as if his soul had been shattered.

But at that moment, Wen Jiang suddenly felt a chill down his back, and a cold killing intent locked onto him.

He stiffly turned his head and glanced back, meeting Ye Linyi's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The man, covered in blood, stood less than three steps behind him, calmly looking at him and gently waving his hand.

"hello."

"A ghost—!"

Wen Jiang was terrified and turned to flee, but Ye Linyi's voice, devoid of any warmth, suddenly rang in his ears, as cold as an ice blade pressed against his throat: "Try moving."

Wen Jiang froze, instantly too afraid to move. He slowly turned his head, forcing a smile that was ten times more painful than a grimace, his voice trembling: "Brother Yi... can you let me go? I surrender! I completely surrender!"

Ye Linyi remained silent, simply watching him quietly.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Wen Jiang's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Brother Yi! I have elderly parents and young children to support, my whole family depends on me for their lives! Please, please spare me! I will no longer fight for the position of Holy Son! I give it up completely!"

Ye Linyi then spoke slowly, his tone calm: "Letting you go is not impossible."

Wen Jiang's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Brother Yi, just give the order! I'll go through fire and water for you, I'll do it all without hesitation!"

Ye Linyi casually flicked the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd in his right hand, and blood dripped from the halberd. Wen Jiang was so frightened that his heart stopped and he almost fainted on the spot.

But the next sentence brought Wenjiang to unexpected delight.

"As long as you publicly announce that you are giving up the selection of the Holy Son, I will let you leave safely."

"Really? Brother Yi!" Wen Jiang looked up in disbelief.

Ye Linyi nodded slightly, his tone resolute: "More genuine than pearls. You call me Brother Yi, so naturally I keep my word."

Wen Jiang nodded emphatically, almost shouting, "I give up the Holy Son selection! I admit defeat! Brother Yi, take me away from here!"

He looked at Ye Linyi with pleading eyes, his voice trembling, "Brother Yi, can you let me go now?"

Ye Linyi nodded silently, indicating that he could leave.

Wen Jiang felt as if he had been granted a pardon. With his back to Ye Linyi, he eagerly raised his right foot, ready to take the first step.

"Pfft—!"

A sharp sound of armor being pierced suddenly rang out.

Wen Jiang's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head, only to see that the tip of the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd had already pierced through his chest, and blood was gushing out.

He turned around with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment: "Why...why?"

Ye Linyi casually drew his martial spirit, blood splattering on the ground. A mocking smile appeared on his lips: "If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck. You just had to step out with your right foot first."

"I was bored just now, so I made a vow—whoever steps out with their right foot first in front of me, I will kill them."

"You don't want to let me go at all!" Wen Jiang coughed up blood, his voice hoarse and broken.

Ye Linyi chuckled softly, his tone cruel: "Hehehe, you guessed right. As a reward, you can do it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his halberd again, and Wen Jiang's already broken body could no longer support him, and his life force completely dissipated.

Meanwhile, the life energy and soul power on the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd were continuously devoured and absorbed, surging into Ye Linyi's body along the halberd's shaft. He closed his eyes, feeling the exhilarating surge of power, and uttered only one word in his heart:

"Cool!"

When Ye Linyi was the only one left on the battlefield, a dark shadow suddenly descended from the sky.

Long Xiaoyao appeared out of nowhere, stretched out his hand, grabbed Ye Linyi's shoulder, and with a flash, took him through space and returned to the Holy Spirit Sect headquarters.

When Ye Linyi opened his eyes, he saw the familiar main hall square in front of him, with Holy Spirit Cult disciples gathered below like dark clouds. This was the place where he had registered for the Holy Son selection.

A sudden urge to speak caught in his mind, and he turned to look at Long Xiaoyao beside him: "Master, did you bring me back?"

Long Xiaoyao nodded slightly: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"No way, buddy! I haven't finished absorbing yet! There are still three corpses outside that I haven't absorbed!" Ye Linyi thought to himself, looking pained and pounding his chest in frustration, almost jumping up and down on the spot.

Long Xiaoyao glanced at him helplessly, clearly having already seen through the secret of his martial soul: "Xiao Yi, your martial soul's devouring attribute is too domineering. You can't rely on it too much, or it will backfire on you sooner or later."

Ye Linyi touched his nose sheepishly and nodded obediently, "I understand, Master."

At that very moment, high in the sky, the sect leader Zhongli Wu unleashed his soul power, his voice booming like a bell, resounding throughout the entire plaza:

"Ye Linyi swept aside his formidable rivals in the selection of the Holy Son, murdered Ming Ji, subdued Wenjiang, and emerged victorious! Effective immediately, he is officially appointed as the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar. Countless gazes filled with awe, flattery, and apprehension were focused on Ye Linyi, who was covered in blood and wielding a black halberd.

The Holy Spirit Church, a new Holy Son, is born!