Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

However, before he could recover from the shock of "the demon spirit learning to play the suona"—

The dance of the evil-eyed tyrants has begun.

Accompanied by the majestic and tragic melody of "The Song of the Martial Saint," the largest of the formations, the Evil Eye Tyrant, moved first.

His enormous single eye began to sway from side to side.

One moment. Then another.

The red pupils swayed back and forth in their sockets like a pendulum, with an eerie rhythm.

Immediately afterwards, the dozens of tentacles of varying lengths on his body began to writhe in time with the rhythm of the suona.

The thick tentacles drew large circles, while the thin tentacles drew small circles. Some tentacles even intertwined and knotted together before untying, as if they were performing some kind of ancient and mysterious sacrificial dance.

The surrounding evil-eyed tyrants joined in, their single eyes swaying wildly from side to side, their tentacles rising and falling in a frenzy—a scene so spectacular, so eerie, so unbearable to behold.

Zhang Peng felt his sanity level plummeting at a visible rate.

His mind went blank.

The scene before my eyes, coupled with the majestic "Song of the Martial Saint," creates an ultimate form of spiritual pollution capable of destroying the mental defenses of any normal person.

He even began to suspect that he might have been affected by the Evil Emperor's mental field and was experiencing some kind of hallucination he shouldn't be having.

"This...this..."

Zhang Peng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

His eyes gradually became vacant, his lips twitched slightly, and he seemed as if his soul had been ripped away.

If the Martial Saint Douluo knew this from beyond the grave, he would probably crawl out of his coffin and slaughter these evil-eyed tyrants one by one.

Meanwhile, the Evil Emperor was immersed in the thrill of commanding, waving his baton with great force and even nodding slightly in rhythm, his face full of ecstasy.

Zhang Peng closed his eyes in despair.

It’s over.

This will leave me with a psychological scar for the rest of my life.

He only wanted to know one thing right now—would there be anything even more outrageous later?

Fortunately, no.

The baton slowly fell, and the last long note of the suona faded away in the air.

The Evil Emperor turned around, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, like a drama club president waiting for praise after a play: "Xiao Zhang, how was it?"

Zhang Peng sat on the log, his eyes vacant, his lips twitching slightly, looking as if he had just been hit three times by a 100,000-year-old mental-type soul skill.

He remained silent for three seconds.

"Truly...unprecedented and unparalleled." Zhang Peng's voice was somewhat ethereal, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul. "This is truly the most breathtaking performance I've ever seen in my life."

Every word he said was from the heart.

He never wants to see it a second time in his life.

"Good!" The Evil Emperor put away his baton with satisfaction. "There's another rehearsal tomorrow, you can continue watching, it'll help you pass the time."

"No!!"

Zhang Peng suddenly stood up, his movement so forceful that it almost overturned the log.

Realizing what he'd said, he quickly lowered his voice and forced a slightly stiff smile: "I mean... the performance was... unique, I was very impressed. But I'm still undercover in the Holy Spirit Cult, I can't stay long, I need to go back and report as soon as possible..."

"Alright then." The Evil Emperor shrugged with some regret. "I'll have my men find you a place to rest first."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Evil Emperor." Zhang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had escaped a calamity.

For the next few days, Zhang Peng stayed in a natural cave in the core area of ​​the Demon Forest.

In fact, his living conditions were much better than he had expected.

The Evil Emperor had a ten-thousand-year-old Evil Eye Tyrant bring him a pile of storage soul tools, which contained all kinds of dry food, clothing, and daily necessities.

As for the source of these supplies?

"Thanks to the Soul Hunter team members who died in the Demon Forest for their generous contributions." The Evil Eye Tyrant piled the soul tools on the ground, his tone as indifferent as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Zhang Peng silently accepted it without feeling any guilt.

Of course, during these few days, Zhang Peng fully demonstrated the spirit of "undercover agents need to avoid suspicion," finding various excuses to successfully avoid all song and dance rehearsals.

"My mental strength is a bit unstable today, I need to go into seclusion to adjust my breathing."

I didn't sleep well last night, and I have a headache.

"I suddenly remembered there's something else I need to think about with the Holy Spirit Cult..."

Each time, the Evil Emperor would give him a meaningful look, but he wouldn't expose him and would just wave him away.

Zhang Peng's real daily routine consists of playing cards with a group of evil-eyed tyrants.

That's right. Several ancient evil-eyed tyrants somehow pulled out a deck of "Four Kingdoms Kill" cards, popular in Douluo Continent, from some storage soul tool, and came to "spar" with Zhang Peng every afternoon.

Zhang Peng sat on a rock at the entrance of the cave, facing three evil-eyed tyrants of varying sizes, manipulating playing cards with their mental power. The scene was both bizarre and harmonious.

As for the stakes?

Once again, I would like to thank the members of the Soul Hunter Team who died in the Demon Forest. Their storage soul tools contained not only supplies but also a lot of soul coins.

"Zhang Peng, you won again?!" The one eye of the Evil Eye Tyrant, a being with a thousand-year history, stared wide-eyed, its telepathic communication filled with disbelief.

"Luck, pure luck." Zhang Peng smiled and took the soul coins, his luck was so good that even he was afraid of himself.

And so, Zhang Peng lived an extremely magical life in the forbidden land of ferocious beasts, playing cards during the day and counting money at night. Occasionally, he would be called by the Evil Emperor to "chat about serious matters." His life was much easier than when he was in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Until that afternoon.

"Xiao Zhang, come here." The Evil Emperor's voice came from afar.

Zhang Peng was winning three hands in a row at the card table and was preparing to press his advantage when he heard this. He reluctantly put down his cards and said, "Everyone, I'm leaving now. Don't peek at my cards."

Several Evil Eye Tyrants waved their tentacles dismissively, indicating that they, as dignified ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, would not stoop to such a thing.

The Evil Emperor led Zhang Peng to a hidden cave deep within the core area and stopped.

"Your Majesty the Evil Emperor, this is..." Zhang Peng had just begun to speak when his gaze passed over the cave entrance and landed inside the cave.

Then his breathing stopped.

Soul bones.

It wasn't just one piece, or two sets; it was piled up like a mountain.

From thousands to tens of thousands of years old, from torso bones to skulls, right arm bones, left leg bones... all kinds of soul bones emitted a faint glow in the dim cave, and the soul power of different attributes intertwined to form a colorful halo.

The intense fluctuations of soul power were enough to make any soul master kneel down on the spot.

"Although our cooperation with the Holy Spirit Cult is just a pretense, we still have to go through with the act." The Evil Emperor put his hands behind his back, speaking as casually as if he were introducing cabbages in his own backyard. "Soul bones are indeed of little use to us soul beasts; they just take up space. Take your time choosing; take whichever ones you pick."

Zhang Peng stood at the cave entrance, his legs seemingly nailed to the ground.

He opened his mouth, his throat was dry, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Thank... thank you, Your Majesty the Evil Emperor!!"

At that moment, Zhang Peng felt that going undercover in the Holy Spirit Cult was truly a good thing.

This treatment is amazing!!