Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 229 The Power of the Platinum Behemoth

After watching Wu Changkong leave, Mo Wu breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Wu Changkong's aura was quite imposing. "As expected of a teacher at Shrek Academy!"

"However, the fact that this gentleman was able to discover the other party suggests that his strength is by no means inferior to his." Mo Wu turned around and looked at Lu Fa, who was frowning. He had heard his daughter Mo Lan's description, and he had obviously also regarded Lu Fa as a strong person with a slightly immature appearance.

"Then, Lord Lufa..."

"How long are you going to hide over there?" Mo Wu was interrupted by Lu Fa before he could finish speaking.

"What?" Mo Wu was stunned. Could it be that the Shrek Academy teacher had returned? A strong force came from behind him. It was Lu Fa who grabbed him and threw him to Mo Lan behind him.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect to be discovered by a brat!" A deep, hoarse voice rang out, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows in the corner.

The man was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, holding a scepter in his right hand. When Mo Wu saw him, he felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The entire room seemed to become eerie as well.

"We were hoping to find out who ruined our plans, but we've unexpectedly run into you, Mr. Councilor. So, please, Mr. Councilor, come to my territory for a detailed discussion."

One after another, spirit rings lit up from beneath his feet. His spirit rings looked very different from those of a normal spirit master. They didn't appear all at once, but rather floated out like smoke.

Two yellow, two purple, two black—six spirit rings in total. Moreover, a faint green mist lingered around the outer layer of these six spirit rings.

"An evil soul master?!" Mo Lan exclaimed as she supported her father. This ominous feeling was exactly the same as that she had when she met Balu on the soul-guided train.

"Call me the Plaguebringer!" Perhaps feeling that no one present could threaten him, this evil spirit master actually introduced himself.

"My father will not go with you, so give up on that idea." Mo Lan resolutely refused when she heard his words. This guy in front of her was obviously not a good person. If her father really went with him, the consequences would be dire!

"That's not up to you. Judging from your appearance, you must be a relative of the councilor. If the councilor doesn't want this young lady to suffer, then he'd better cooperate with me." The Plague Messenger looked at Mo Wu mockingly.

"Lord Lufa." Mo Wu gripped Mo Lan's hand tightly, watching Lufa nervously. He didn't move; as a councilor, he possessed a strong mental fortitude. But his daughter was still here!

Right now, his only hope was Lu Fa. If he couldn't even handle the evil spirit master in front of him, then there was no point in him and his daughter escaping anywhere else. If all else failed, he at least had to get Xiao Lan away.

Mo Wu had already made up his mind. If the situation really became that dangerous, he would have Lu Fa take Mo Lan away, while he stayed behind to hold off the evil soul master. In any case, the other party's target was him, so at least until their goal was achieved, his safety would be guaranteed.

Lu Fa didn't speak, but stood quietly in front of him, confronting the Plague Messenger, thinking to himself: An evil soul master? Here to find Mo Wu? Is there such a scene in the original Douluo Continent?

It's no wonder Lu Fa was puzzled. Although Nan Fusheng did pass on some content from the original story to several of their clones, it was only a fragmented and general outline of the plot. After all, even Nan Fusheng's original self only remembered the general outline.

However, despite some doubts, Lu Fa decided to protect Mo Wu first, since he still needed the other party to promote his reputation, and after this battle, Mo Wu and his daughter would probably be even more grateful to him.

"Looks like I need to get serious." Lu Fa was ready to go all out, because his opponent wasn't a clone, but a genuine Soul Emperor-level evil Soul Master.

"There should be battle armor, but I don't know if it will be one-character or two-character?" Lufa pondered, assessing the strength of the Plague Messenger.

"Hehehe, does the councilor really think this brat can protect you?" With a sneer, the Plague Messenger raised his scepter, and a spirit ring on his body flashed. Instantly, a large amount of green mist surged out and filled the room.

Lu Fa snorted coldly, and silver light appeared, the One-Word Battle Armor: Cultivation, once again possessing him. Four black ten-thousand-year soul rings also rose from beneath his feet, Platinum Behemoth, Talent Domain: Devouring Heaven and Earth.

Effect: It can absorb all the energy and elements of heaven and earth in and around the domain into the body to restore and enhance combat power.

The green mist was instantly swallowed up; this level of poison was practically negligible to Platinum Behemoth.

First Soul Skill: Bloodlust. This skill causes a massive increase in blood and qi. It boosts the user's strength, speed, attack, and defense by 100%, while also enhancing the sharpness of the Platinum Behemoth's claws.

Second Soul Skill: Platinum Body. For a certain period of time, it increases the user's defense to more than three times the original level and absorbs the attack power received, which is then used to strengthen the user's next attack.

A sharp claw appeared on its right hand; it was the Dark Gold Terror Claw, an external soul bone that had already advanced to the ten-thousand-year level. However, after combining with the Platinum Behemoth bloodline, it was now a genuine Behemoth claw.

Five streaks of platinum light flashed, heading straight for the Plague Messenger.

"Two-word battle armor! Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings! You have twin martial souls?"

When the Plague Messenger saw the battle armor and four ten-thousand-year soul rings appear on Lu Fa's body, his body trembled slightly. He mistakenly identified Lu Fa as a two-word battle armor master.

The four ten-thousand-year spirit rings further reinforced this impression. After all, the idea of ​​a Spirit Master possessing four ten-thousand-year spirit rings was completely beyond his comprehension. He couldn't think of any other possibility except that the other party was a powerful figure cultivating a second spirit.

"No, that's not right. Even with the amplification from the battle armor, this aura is at most at the Soul Emperor level."

Even though he was momentarily stunned, the Plague Messenger reacted very quickly. He held his scepter horizontally, and the top of it lit up like a green crystal, blocking the five white-gold rays of light.

"ah!!!"

The sharpness of the claws far exceeded the Plague Messenger's imagination. The moment the Martial Soul Scepter blocked the platinum claws, a crack appeared on it. The pain of the Martial Soul being torn apart made him scream in agony.

"Block it for me!" Whether it was because it didn't have time to summon the armor or because it didn't want to use it, the Plaguebringer did not choose to summon the armor, but instead chose to withstand the attack.

"boom!"

"Ugh!" The Plague Messenger spat out a mouthful of blood and was slammed into the office wall. Five sharp claws left bloody marks on his chest.

(End of this chapter)