Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

"What did you say?!"

Flander flew into a rage, and the phantom of his Cat-Owl Martial Soul suddenly appeared behind him, unleashing a wave of soul power pressure at level 75.

"I say, Yu Xiaogang is a good-for-nothing."

Qian Anci remained expressionless, his plain white robe standing motionless amidst the storm of soul power.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe condensed in his palm. Grayish-white death energy swirled around him like a thin mist, quietly tearing apart the Soul Saint's oppressive aura.

"Back then, he was only a level 29 Great Soul Master. If it weren't for his identity as a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and his connection with the Pope..."

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Who does he think he is, to presume to talk about theories?"

"you……!"

Flanders was trembling with anger, but dared not actually lay a hand on him.

With two Title Douluos right behind him, he, a Soul Saint, was no match for them at all.

That's enough.

Qian Anci suddenly spoke, his voice not loud.

He looked at Qin Ming, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"If we keep arguing like this, it won't change the fact that Yu Xiaogang is a good-for-nothing... How about this?"

"Let me fight this guy."

"If I win, the Crimson Fire Flood Dragon will be mine. If I lose..."

He paused.

"I will relinquish this soul beast and personally apologize to Master Yu Xiaogang."

"An Ci!" Qian Renxue's golden eyes were filled with worry. "Are you crazy? He's a level 40 Soul Master!"

"Sister, believe me."

Qian Anci turned to look at her, and the calmness in his eyes left Qian Renxue speechless for a moment.

Qin Ming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Young brother, I am more than ten years older than you, and my soul power is stronger than yours. This battle..."

"Do you dare to answer?"

Qian Anci's voice suddenly turned cold, and as death energy surged, the Grim Reaper's Scythe emitted a low hum.

Qin Ming looked at him, at that six-year-old child who dared to challenge the four rings with only one.

Those eyes were calm and still.

It seemed that in his eyes, soul power level was never a standard for measuring victory or defeat.

"……good."

Qin Ming nodded slowly, his soul power surging around him.

"Fiery Wolf, Possess Me!"

In an instant, blazing flames erupted from his body, transforming into a crimson wolf phantom that howled to the sky!

Three spirit rings slowly rose, two yellow and one purple, pulsating around the wolf shadow.

"If you win, Shrek Academy will turn around and leave."

In the valley, the wind suddenly stopped.

Qian Anci and Qin Ming stood facing each other, one at level 20 and one ring, the other at level 40 and three rings, the difference was so great it was breathtaking.

But for some reason, as Flander looked at the white-clad boy holding the scythe, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Let's begin."

Qian Anci said softly.

The next instant, Qin Ming moved!

His figure moved like lightning, and his third soul ring suddenly lit up. The phantom of the Fiery Wolf suddenly opened its mouth, and a torrent of scorching flames gushed out, rushing straight towards Qian Anci's face!

"Third Soul Skill, Howling Wolf Under the Moon!"

This was his strongest attack; he showed no mercy to a level 11 kid!

Because he sensed danger.

The deathly aura emanating from that scythe made his very soul tremble!

Qian An did not resign.

He didn't even move.

He simply raised the scythe of death slowly, and the grayish-white death aura condensed into a thin line at the blade's edge.

"First Soul Skill—"

"The Guide to the Underworld"

The scythe sliced ​​through the void.

There was no earth-shattering display, only a thin line of gray-white mixed with dark red, silently slashing towards the torrent of flames.

In an instant, the flames froze.

The raging wolf flame, condensed from soul power, froze in mid-air the moment it touched the thin line, as if its soul had been ripped away.

The ashen aura of death spread like a tide, swallowing up the blazing flames and turning them into nothingness.

The thin line, undeterred, continued its trajectory, slashing straight towards Qin Ming!

Qin Ming was shocked. His second soul ring lit up rapidly, and flames around him condensed into a crimson armor.

"Second Soul Skill, Flame Wolf Armor!"

however.

"Click."

The moment the thin line touched the armor, the flame armor, which was strong enough to withstand a Soul Master's full-force attack, shattered like paper!

Qin Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and he retreated rapidly, but he felt a deathly chill lock onto his soul.

The thin line seemed to traverse space, following him relentlessly no matter how he dodged.

"What...what kind of soul skill is this?!"

He was horrified as he watched the thin, grayish-white line approach his brow.

Just as it was about to touch, the thin thread suddenly vanished.

Qian Anci stood with his sickle sheathed, the deathly aura slowly receding as if nothing had happened.

You lost.

He said calmly.

Qin Ming stood frozen in place, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He knew that, in that instant, if the other party hadn't held back, he would already be a corpse.

The valley was deathly silent.

Flander and Zhao Wuji were filled with disbelief, Qian Renxue's golden eyes gleamed with surprise, and the two elders exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"well!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily: "Fighting a three-ring opponent with only one ring—even Tang Hao back then couldn't have achieved such a feat!"

Flanders' face turned ashen, but he had nothing to say.

If you're not as skilled as someone else, you have to accept the consequences.

"Let's go."

He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

However, at this very moment...

"boom!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky!

The vegetation in the valley withered instantly, and the rich life force was completely suppressed by an even more ancient and majestic power.

The clouds in the sky churned and boiled, as if some ancient, colossal creature was slowly opening its eyes.

"This is……"

Azure Phoenix Douluo's expression changed drastically, and he instantly activated all nine of his spirit rings, protecting Qian Renxue behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was equally on high alert, his muscular body taut like a drawn bow: "This aura... surpasses that of a Title Douluo!"

Flander and his two companions were pressed to the ground by the oppressive force, unable to even lift their heads.

In the center of the valley, space twists like the surface of water.

A black figure slowly stepped out from the void.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face was as handsome as a demon, and his golden dragon eyes contained the vicissitudes of eternity and majesty.

Its mere presence caused the entire Starry Sky Forest to tremble.

"This...this is a ferocious beast!"

The Azure Phoenix Douluo's voice trembled slightly.

"A ferocious beast from the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest... how did it end up here?"

Di Tian didn't look at anyone.

His gaze fell directly on Qian Anci.

A hint of inquiry flashed in those golden vertical pupils.

"Human child."

He didn't speak, but Qian Anci heard a voice in his mind.

Qian Anci glanced at the expressions of the people around him before realizing that only he could hear the voice.

Why do you have that aura about you?

Qian Anci felt a jolt in his heart.

He sensed that the Shadow of Polyces within his body was stirring, and the [Dragonfall Ring] seemed to have sensed something, its grayish-white death energy surging out uncontrollably.

Di Tian's golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

"The Dragon God's Grudge..."

"You actually have dragon blood?"

He stretched out his hand, and his dark soul power transformed into a giant palm. Ignoring the two elders' obstruction, he grabbed straight at Qian Anci!

"stop!"

Azure Phoenix Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo attacked simultaneously. The azure hurricane and the golden crocodile shadow crashed fiercely into the giant palm, but at the moment of contact, they melted away like ice and snow, without even causing a ripple.

An absolute gap in strength!

Qian Anci watched helplessly as the giant hand descended, her heart screaming, "Xia Die!"

"Don't be afraid."

A gentle voice resonated deep within my soul, tinged with a hint of solemnity:

"He won't kill you... Besides, I'm here with you. At worst, I'll go to the River Styx with you!"

The giant hands came together.

Qian Anci's figure disappeared from the spot.

Di Tian didn't even glance at the others before turning and stepping into the void.

The space closed, and the oppressive force dissipated.

In the valley, only a group of people remained, their faces filled with horror.

Qian Renxue stood there blankly, tears glistening in her golden eyes, her slender fingers still gripping Qian Anci tightly.

"Anci..."