Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The night was as dark as ink, and the warning soul guides around Mingde Hall operated silently in the darkness, like a lurking beast opening its eyes.

"Let's do it!"

With a low roar, the Abomination Douluo's massive body resembled an out-of-control heavy tank, exuding a nauseating stench. Its soul power transformed into a black mist, directly crashing into the level nine defensive soul tool surrounding the Mingde Hall—the "Wall of Mingde."

"boom--!!"

A violent explosion ripped through the night sky of Mingdu. The defensive shield shook violently, its light dimmed abruptly, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared.

"Jing Hongchen! Come out and die!" The voice of the Masked Douluo came from all directions. He created dozens of clones, each carrying a deadly curse and poison, which infiltrated the core area of ​​Mingde Hall from all directions like ghosts.

The followers of the Holy Spirit Cult surged forward like a tide, and all sorts of sinister and eerie soul skills bloomed in the night sky, dyeing the sky of Mingdu into an eerie purplish-black.

On the command platform at the highest point of Mingde Hall, Jing Hongchen, Ye Yulin, and Zheng Zhan were already on high alert.

The titled Douluo's aura was released without any concealment, with dozens of level eight soul masters standing behind him, as well as rows of fixed soul cannons ready to fire.

"Activate 'Heavenly Net'! All fixed-mounted soul-guided cannons—aim at those scum on the outer perimeter, and—BOOM!"

Jing Hongchen waved his hand, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Boom boom boom—"

Dozens of level-eight fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells ripped through the night sky, exploding among the Holy Spirit Cult members, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

But the evil spirit masters were not afraid of death at all, and they rushed forward one after another, using their flesh and blood to fill the cracks in the defensive shield.

The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

The Abomination Douluo laughed maniacally, his near-immortality allowing him to withstand the bombardment of the soul-guided cannons as he approached the main gate of Mingde Hall step by step: "Jing Hongchen! Today is your death day!"

Masked Douluo has already infiltrated the flank of Mingde Hall. His clone is frantically destroying the energy nodes of the soul tool, while his main body is hidden in the shadows, fully controlling the overall situation.

Zhang Peng stayed at the rear of the team, ostensibly "assisting" in the breakthrough, but in reality, he always kept a three-tenths of his soul power in reserve.

His heartbeat was steady.

Right now.

In order to break through the defensive barrier, the Abomination Douluo concentrated all his soul power on the front, leaving his back wide open.

The Masked Douluo's clones were too scattered, and the fluctuations of his main body's soul power were fully exposed, making it the most vulnerable and focused moment.

Zhang Peng took a deep breath.

The power of the 80,000-year-old mental skull between his brows quietly began to circulate, and an extremely concealed yet incomparably sharp mental impact, like a venomous snake in the dark night, precisely pierced the back of Abomination Douluo's head.

"Scorpion Tiger - Mental Pierce!"

"Ugh—!"

The Hateful Douluo's massive body suddenly stiffened, his forward momentum abruptly halted, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

In that instant of stiffness, Mingde Hall's "Wall of Mingde" seized the opportunity to counterattack, and a terrifying soul-guided energy slammed directly into his back, blasting him dozens of meters away and crashing heavily into the ruins of a building.

At the same time, the 50,000-year-old leopard-like soul bone on Zhang Peng's right leg erupted with dazzling golden light: "Phantom Leopard Strike!"

Three afterimages appeared simultaneously from three directions of the Masked Douluo's true form, while the real Zhang Peng had already struck him in the back with a palm!

"puff--!"

The Masked Douluo's protective soul power was instantly pierced. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the mask on his face shattered with a "crack," revealing a pale and distorted face.

He turned around in disbelief, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror: "What...what are you doing?!"

"What am I supposed to do?" Zhang Peng sneered, grabbing the Masked Douluo by the shoulder and slamming him to the ground. He channeled his soul power into him, crippling his meridians. "I'll kill you beasts!"

Masked Douluo crashed heavily to the ground, barely breathing. The last thing he saw was "Scorpion Tiger Douluo," whom he had once regarded as one of his own, now coldly looking down at him.

"A great opportunity!"

Ye Yulin, on the high command platform, could see everything clearly. He was first stunned, then overjoyed.

"All firepower, focus fire on those two evil soul masters! Blast them to smithereens!"

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!"

This time, it was three level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells.

A devastating beam of light shot out, directly targeting the Abomination Douluo and the Masked Douluo, who had been severely injured by Zhang Peng.

"No--!!"

Masked Douluo let out a shrill scream, but the sound was quickly swallowed up by the roar of the explosion.

The followers of the Holy Spirit Cult were thrown into complete chaos. Their two supreme commanders were stabbed in the back by their own people and then subjected to concentrated fire from the Mingde Hall's level-nine soul tools, resulting in heavy casualties in an instant. The remaining remnants abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the area around Mingde Hall was left in a mess.

Zhang Peng stood amidst the ruins, his black robe fluttering in the smoke and blast waves.

He slowly turned around, facing the direction of Mingde Hall.

On the command platform high above, Jing Hongchen stared intently at the old man who had suddenly turned against him, his eyes filled with shock, vigilance, and a complex mix of disbelief.

"Who...are you?" Jing Hongchen's voice echoed in the night sky.

Zhang Peng did not answer. He simply raised his hand and slowly tore off the black robe that represented the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, revealing a faded old shirt underneath.

"I am Zhang Peng." His voice was soft, but each word was clear. "Someone who... no longer wants to pretend."

Zhang Peng stood amidst the ruins, slowly extending his hands, his ten fingers spread out, his posture so calm it was almost eerie.

"I know you won't believe me." His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of weary relief. "You can tie me up. I'm an undercover agent, but that's a long story."

On the command platform high above, Jing Hongchen stared intently at the old man below who had torn off his black robe, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

The level nine soul masters around him exchanged bewildered glances, and the air seemed to freeze for a full three breaths.

"...I'll go down." Ye Yulin took a deep breath and was the first to step down.

"I'll go with you." Zheng Zhan followed closely behind.

The two titled Douluo leaped down from the high platform. As they landed, their soul power surged, and their bodies were as tense as two fully drawn bows. Their eyes were locked on Zhang Peng like knives, ready to blast him to pieces at any moment if he made any unusual move.

Zhang Peng did not resist, nor did he offer any explanation.

He simply stood there quietly, letting Ye Yulin and Zheng Zhan walk up to him one on each side and attach one binding soul tool after another to his body.

"Click".

The first item—soul-power shackles that lock both wrists.

"Click. Click."

Each arm was reinforced with a binding ring, directly sealing off the flow of meridians and soul power.

"Click".

The ankles were also locked.

"Click. Click."

They added another line to each of his thighs; this was no longer a precaution, it was as if they wanted to weld him to the spot.

Zhang Peng looked down at the various restraints attached to his body, and his lips twitched: "...How am I supposed to walk?"

"We're supporting you." Zheng Zhan said expressionlessly, reaching out and grabbing Zhang Peng's left arm.

"Thank you..." Zhang Peng was supported by the two men, one on each side.

Ye Yulin and Zheng Zhan activated their soul power, preparing to carry him back to the high platform.

"boom----!!!"

Just then, it was as if something had ripped a hole in the entire world.

From the direction of the Sun and Moon Mountains, a huge golden pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the heavens.

The light was so dazzling that the entire night sky of Mingdu was illuminated as if it were daytime in an instant.

Within the pillar of light, a colossal golden dragon shadow could be faintly seen spiraling upwards, its might as overwhelming as a collapsing mountain or a tsunami, engulfing the entire city.

The earth was trembling.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Everyone looked up.

The power contained within that pillar of light surpassed that of a Title Douluo, surpassed that of a Limit Douluo, and surpassed the upper limit that any human Soul Master could comprehend.