Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

As the sixth spirit ring shone, a powerful aura began to emanate from the Rakshasa Mirror, and this aura was extremely...

evil.

This greatly shocked Long Xiaoyao, who was stroking his beard and watching the battle from the side.

This young man should be from Shrek Academy, right? Why does he have such a strong demonic aura about him?

He turned to look at the Shrek Academy students opposite him; Elder Xuan and the other elders did not show any significant change in expression.

……strangeness.

In mid-air, Zhang Peng was fleeing in panic, his back wounded by Zhang Mo's sword causing him to lose his composure.

The moment he realized Zhang Mo was attacking him from behind, he mobilized his soul power to defend his back, but he never expected that Zhang Mo's sword could actually break through his defense. How could that be possible!

Furthermore, he sensed something strange about the sword; no matter how he mobilized his soul power, he could not heal the wound, and it kept burning his soul power.

And what is that strange soul skill? Why can't I shake him off no matter how fast I speed up?

From Zhang Peng's perspective, Zhang Mo was extremely terrifying.

After disappearing from the spot, it will reappear behind you in the next instant. Moreover, such a strange soul skill does not seem to consume a lot of energy. Zhang Peng's soul power was almost exhausted, and his breathing gradually became heavy. On the other hand, Zhang Mo's face was rosy and his breathing was even, not like he had consumed a lot of energy.

Zhang Mo no longer wanted to engage in this pointless pursuit with Zhang Peng.

The sixth soul skill, Rakshasa, has mutated, and the Mirror Demon has been unsealed!

Zhang Mo's Rakshasa Mirror was suddenly encased in a jet-black ten-thousand-year soul ring, expanding dozens of times in size.

An incredibly thick, muscular black left arm appeared in Zhang Mo's Rakshasa Mirror, its demonic aura growing even stronger.

The next moment, as the dark demonic arm made a grabbing motion forward, Zhang Peng instantly felt as if he had been locked in place by something. His soul power stopped circulating and he was unable to escape from this space, and his body was continuously sucked backward.

The moment the demonic arm clenched its grip, Zhang Peng's body was sucked into it, held firmly and unable to move.

Zhang Mo gripped the Sword of Judgment tightly with both hands, channeling his divine power into it.

At that moment, Zhang Peng sensed the approach of death. He immediately turned and shouted to Long Xiaoyao, who was not far away, "Senior Long, save me!"

But Long Xiaoyao remained as carefree as ever, standing in mid-air with one hand behind his back and the other gently stroking his beard. His gentle face was framed by cold and ruthless eyes.

Zhang Peng's heart sank. He knew Long Xiaoyao wouldn't save him. He immediately turned to look at Elder Xuan and cried out, "Elder Xuan, it's Elder Xuan!"

"I am Zhang Peng! Old Mu once spared my life, and I know I was wrong! If you spare my life, I will never come out again. I will find a secluded mountain forest to live out my days, okay?"

"Elder Xuan, Elder Xuan!"

Zhang Peng is crying his eyes out; he looks so pitiful.

But what goes around comes around.

Xuan Lao in mid-air didn't even glance at him, and Zhang Mo's Judgment Sword was already poised to strike.

With the sword of judgment in hand, Zhang Mo cleanly and decisively severed Zhang Peng's head with a horizontal slash.

Thus, Zhang Peng's face was etched with extreme terror, just like the soul beasts he had drained of their blood before they died.

As his head fell toward the ground, the Mirror Demon's left arm gradually returned to the mirror space of the Rakshasa Mirror, and the Rakshasa Mirror returned to its normal size.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng. Dead!

Xian Lin'er never expected that Zhang Peng, whom she found so difficult to handle, would not last more than a few rounds against Zhang Mo, and what Zhang Mo was holding was... a level nine soul tool?

No, it's not quite the same; it doesn't seem to be a pure soul tool.

Ignoring the stunned Dean Xian Lin'er, Zhang Mo flapped his heterochromatic wings and instantly appeared beside Huo Yuhao.

"Master," Huo Yuhao greeted softly.

"You've grown quite a bit taller in the two and a half years I haven't seen you!"

Zhang Mo rubbed Huo Yuhao's head.

Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zhang Mo with great interest.

"Your martial soul is... a mirror?"

Zhang Mo stopped what he was doing and looked at Long Xiaoyao, saying, "In reply to Senior Long, my martial soul is indeed a mirror."

"Hmm..." Long Xiaoyao pondered for a moment.

"Senior Long, let's call it quits for today. All the elders of our Sea God Pavilion have come out. If you wish to fight, we will gladly oblige!" Elder Xuan said to Long Xiaoyao in a deep voice.

"Oh? Xuanzi, after all these years, I didn't expect you to have learned to brag so much. If it were Mu En standing with you today, could you have kept him here?"

"This..." Elder Xuan was speechless for a moment.

"If you can't, what makes you think you can...?"

"Stay with me!"

The powerful aura of a ninety-nine Limit Douluo emanated from Long Xiaoyao, enveloping everyone present.

For a moment, everyone could only struggle to remain suspended in mid-air under this oppressive force.

"what?"

To Long Xiaoyao's surprise, even when he unleashed his full power of ninety-nine percent soul energy, two people remained unmoved.

One of them was Huo Yuhao, whose chest was enveloped by a purplish-black energy that kept him unaffected.

The other person is Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo felt ashamed. He quietly turned around and met Elder Xuan's surprised gaze.

That Senior Long Xiaoyao is really something, he didn't even warn me before making a move, so I could act it out. Huo Yuhao is alright because he has a treasure on his chest, how am I going to make that up later?

Long Xiaoyao slowly withdrew his oppressive aura. He stared at Zhang Mo for a long time before finally uttering a sentence:

"That's enough."

"I never imagined that 'his' prophecy would actually come true, the master of the Mirror Martial Soul..."

Zhang Mo: "!!!"

The master of the Mirror Martial Soul?!

Long Xiaoyao's words instantly brought back memories of several years ago when he was eliminating the evil soul master "Death Hand" before participating in the Soul Fighting Tournament. At that time, "Death Hand" had said something similar.

"What does this mean? What does it mean to be the master of a Mirror Martial Soul?"

"What exactly are you plotting? What do you know? And why are you... searching for the master of the Mirror Martial Soul?!"

Because of his intense emotions, Zhang Mo's voice trembled, his soul power circulated uncontrollably, and his eyes began to reveal a color similar to the heterochromatic wings behind him.

Long Xiaoyao calmly looked at Zhang Mo and said, "It seems this isn't the first time you've heard this. However, I can't be sure if the person we've encountered is the one we're looking for."

"But today, I'll spare your lives for now."

Having said that, Long Xiaoyao turned around and disappeared into the distance without lingering.

Zhang Mo clenched his fists, which trembled from the force.

The world... has undergone a fundamental change. Mirror Martial Soul, Mirror Martial Soul...

How did they know of my existence or what made me special...?