Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

As night deepened, the lights inside the Qingse Hotel remained bright.

The two evil Douluo sat facing each other, with a table full of exquisite dishes and wine between them. The air was filled with the rich aroma of the food, making one's mouth water.

"Brother Death Prison, let me toast you one more time!"

Nangong Wan raised his glass to Ling Bai in a toast, a warm smile on his face.

"Brother Nangong, you're too kind."

Ling Bai smiled back, holding a glass of wine in his hand, swirling it gently.

They each harbored their own ulterior motives. Even evil soul masters valued interpersonal relationships. The ultimate attribute super evil Douluo was a first in history. Nangong Wan believed that being friends with the Death Prison Douluo could only bring benefits.

Ling Bai set his sights on the Xi Shui Alliance, which was controlled by Nangong Wan. The Xi Shui Alliance was undoubtedly the number one underground force in the Sun Moon Empire. Over the years, they had accumulated countless riches, and they could even offer level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells as rewards!

Such ill-gotten gains must be purified by angels!

The two clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, creating a harmonious and friendly atmosphere through their mutual efforts.

Seeing that the atmosphere was quite right, Nangong Wan couldn't wait to say, "Brother Siyu, to be honest, our Holy Sect's leader Zhongli is eager for talent, and you are the talent he most wants to obtain!"

"Why not seize the day? Shall I introduce you to someone tonight?"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Nangong!"

Ling Bai was even more eager to join the Holy Spirit Cult than he was. The two of them flew towards the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters under the cover of night.

The Holy Spirit Cult headquarters is located in an underground space near Mingdu within the Demon Forest. They landed back on the surface, and Nangong Wan looked at the Death Prison Bone Dragon with envy, saying:

"Brother Death Prison's Bone Dragon Martial Soul is very convenient, it's like keeping the Martial Soul True Body at its peak at all times."

Soul mimicry is when a Soul Master absorbs the first Soul Ring of the same type as their Martial Soul, allowing the Martial Soul to become independent from the Soul Master.

Soul mimicry is not a secret technique. During the Soul Master Competition, the female Soul Master of the Thousand Spirits Team, who controlled both ice and fire, chose this path. Nangong Wan thought that Ling Bai liked to command mimicked Souls in battle.

"Both have their own merits."

Ling Bai, not one to offer a kind explanation, decided to play along and said, "Soul mimicry allows the soul to exist in the outside world for a long time, but the price is that the soul master loses the enhancement of the soul's possession and relies entirely on the soul to protect their weak body."

"Haha, I'm used to having a martial spirit possess me, but sometimes I want to try something different!"

Nangong Wan laughed and stepped forward to lead the way, a glint of light flashing in his eyes as he secretly memorized Ling Bai's words.

Physically weak.

The two walked to an unremarkable clearing outside the Demon Forest. Nangong Wan triggered a mechanism, and a large metal door suddenly rose up. He deliberately lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:

"May the Holy Maiden's beauty endure forever, and may the Holy Emperor live ten thousand years."

"Beep beep beep!"

With the correct password, the metal doors swung open to both sides, revealing the true face of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters. A complex of buildings that could be described as a palace appeared before Ling Bai's eyes.

The Holy Spirit Church covers an area of ​​over a thousand acres and is entirely constructed of solid granite, with extremely ornate furnishings.

Ling Bai stepped into the Holy Spirit Cult, and the upward curve of his lips was harder to suppress than an AK.

Family members, does anyone know? A six-winged angel has entered the evil spirit master's stronghold!

The underground space is inhabited by numerous evil soul masters and holy servants, numbering at least a thousand, all with cultivation levels ranging from the third to the seventh ring. Ling Bai dared not imagine how much his soul power would expand if he were to consume them.

A dozen or so figures broke through the air and arrived. The leader was handsome, with his white hair neatly combed back and a kind smile on his face. He was very easy to make a good impression on first meeting. He said, "Death Prison Douluo, the Holy Church has long admired your name."

"Master Zhongli, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ling Bai spoke calmly. He could sense the surging soul power within the old man's body, a power as solid as that of the original sect master, Du Busi. His identity was obvious.

Holy Spirit Cult Leader, Zhongliwu.

Behind Zhongli Wu were the elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, each of whom would be fearsome enough to make children cry at night in the outside world. The most outstanding of them all was the strange woman beside Zhongli Wu, Feng Ling, the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and a level 97 Evil Phoenix Douluo.

Ling Bai scanned the dishes and snacks, his eyes lingering on Xie Feng Douluo for a few more seconds.

Don't misunderstand, it wasn't that I had the lustful thoughts that men have. After all, she's not young anymore. Ling Bai was just curious about how much charm Feng Ling had that could make Zhong Liwu and Yan Shaozhe, uncle and nephew, fall for each other.

Needless to say, she is exceptionally beautiful. What makes Feng Ling stand out is the dark red lines extending from the corners of her eyes to her temples, which give her a bewitching and alluring charm that is irresistible.

At the same time, the Evil Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult also took a look at the Death Prison Douluo, who was renowned outside the region and was vaguely known as the number one evil soul master on the continent.

As everyone gazed at the Death Prison Bone Dragon beneath Ling Bai's feet—its magnificent white bone dragon body, its scarlet claws curved like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and its domineering dragon might spreading wantonly—the experts could see the details, and they couldn't help but nod in approval.

Zhongli Wu glanced at Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng. Receiving the signal, Zhang Peng immediately stepped forward, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, and provocatively said:

"Death Prison Douluo, I am Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Offering Master of the Holy Sect. I've heard you're very strong, even the Gluttonous Douluo Xuanzi was defeated by you. Do you dare to have a match with me?"

This was a plan Zhongli Wu had set in advance. Although Death Prison Douluo had an outstanding record, seeing is believing. He wanted to see Death Prison Douluo's abilities firsthand and planned to send someone to challenge Death Prison Douluo head-on.

He and Feng Ling are the leader and deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. If they were to lose, the Holy Spirit Cult would lose face. Zhang Peng, as a retainer of the Holy Spirit Cult, has a soul power that is on par with the Death Prison Douluo, both at level 96, making him an extremely suitable candidate.

Zhang Peng's victory demonstrates that Death Prison Douluo is all show and no substance; from now on, he will only regard Death Prison Douluo as an ordinary subordinate.

Zhang Peng's loss means that the Death Prison Douluo has lived up to the rumors, and his status will rise accordingly. He can also use his strength to shut up the old Evil Douluo, and Zhongli Wu can then arrange some lucrative tasks for him with peace of mind.

Regardless of who wins or loses, the Holy Spirit Church will gladly accept it.

With a slight shift in his mind, Ling Bai guessed Zhongli Wu's ulterior motives. However, this battle was an open strategy. Facing the searchlight-like gazes of more than a dozen Evil Douluos, he calmly said:

"I grant your challenge."

Seeing this, Zhongli Wu coughed lightly and said in a pretentious tone, "Scorpion Tiger, Death Prison, we are all evil soul masters, there's no need to be so tense right from the start. Let's keep the peace..."

If you're going to fight, remember to fight from high above. Our base was able to be built underground in the Demon Forest thanks to the Evil Emperor, so don't disturb his slumber.

The two snorted coldly at the same time, and transformed into two streams of light that rushed out of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters and soared into the sky. The Holy Spirit Cult's evil soul masters, unable to fall behind, flew to the side to watch the battle between the two super evil Douluo.

Calling them two super evil Douluos wouldn't be accurate, because Zhang Peng isn't strictly speaking an evil soul master; he only consumes some soul beast blood to aid his cultivation.

Back then, Dragon God Douluo Mu Lao personally took action to capture Zhang Peng. After a thorough examination, he discovered that the evil aura on Zhang Peng's body was negligible, so he let him go with a wave of his hand. However, Zhang Peng later joined the Holy Spirit Cult, an organization of evil soul masters.

The two men were arrogant and domineering, their gazes fixed on dark clouds, with lightning constantly striking them, like bizarre giant trees piercing the clouds from the sky.

The provocation was Zhongli Wu's request, and Zhang Peng himself did not underestimate the Death Prison Douluo's intentions. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—rose up. The seventh spirit ring lit up instantly, transforming him into a robust black giant tiger.

The giant tiger was over fifteen meters long, with its tail held high and its scorpion-like tail hook gleaming with dark light. Dark clouds gathered at Zhang Peng's feet, and its pair of dark purple beast eyes shone with ferocity.

The Death Prison Bone Dragon stared intently and realized it was the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

No, the Dark Demon God Tiger isn't that low!

It's at most a miniature version!

No problem, just fight the Dark Demon God Tiger!

The only time the Death Prison Bone Dragon suffered a loss in its life was when it faced the 100,000-year-old Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in the Star Dou Great Forest. Since then, it has deeply remembered its aura. Now, when it faces Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, it will treat it as a rehearsal for a revenge battle!

Nine spirit rings, one gray, one black, one black, one black, one black, one red, one red, appeared. Even though evil spirit masters have secret methods to increase the age of spirit rings, the spirit rings that Qian Mei Yao Rong disguised still shocked this group of evil Douluo.

Zhongli Wu stared intently at the gray soul ring, lost in thought.

The Death Prison Bone Dragon was filled with fighting spirit, and Ling Bai naturally wouldn't suppress its desires. According to the rules of the Soul Master world, the strongest fist is the greatest force in the world. Only by crushing the Scorpion Tiger Douluo head-on can he freely order food from the Holy Spirit Cult in the future!

The fourth spirit ring shone brightly, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon immediately unleashed the Eternal Wound!

The dragon claws slashed out, unleashing a blood-red forked blade of light. In an instant, the entire space seemed to collapse, the sky darkened, and Zhang Peng was horrified.

Are you kidding me? This BYD skill is a ten-thousand-year soul skill!?

With a hoarse tiger roar, Ling Bai let out a roar that echoed through the air. His eighth spirit ring shone with a deep black light, and shadows kept emerging from the dark clouds. These were spirit beasts of different forms, rushing towards Ling Bai with fierce roars.

Among the evil soul masters watching the battle, Blood Demon Douluo, a level 93 Holy Spirit Cult elder, stroked his beard and exclaimed in amazement:

"Old Zhang is under a lot of pressure. His Scorpion Tiger Martial Soul is a subspecies of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, an absolutely top-tier Martial Soul. Few in the Holy Sect can suppress him at the same level. Death Prison Douluo is truly remarkable!"

The fourth soul skill was exchanged for the eighth soul skill. On the surface, Death Prison Douluo had the upper hand. Nangong Wan excitedly clenched his fist. He had an ordinary relationship with Zhang Peng, but he hit it off with Death Prison Douluo at first sight. They drank and chatted at the dinner table. If he exchanged gifts a few more times in the future, they could probably become sworn brothers. He definitely hoped that Death Prison Douluo would win.

Zhang Peng's eighth soul skill is called Twelve Beast Envoys, which releases beast souls that combine with his own spiritual power and soul power. The core of it is the twelve ten-thousand-year-old beast souls that he has tempered for many years.

The beast souls are extremely resistant and possess both physical and mental attack capabilities. Furthermore, Zhang Peng can infiltrate any beast soul at any time to launch a surprise attack.

Sacrificing a beast soul to transfer the Eternal Wound, just as Zhang Peng was preparing to launch an attack as before, a mournful scream suddenly rang out. The beast soul seemed to have encountered an absolute natural enemy, and frantically cried out, trying to escape.

Zhang Peng was horrified. He clearly felt that the beast soul he had painstakingly refined was violently resisting and even began to break free from his control and scatter.

He hurriedly looked at Ling Bai; it could only have been this guy who did it!

Two evil demonic flames danced between Ling Bai's black eyes, forming a huge scarlet vortex with each breath, like a spinning black hole, greedily devouring all the souls around it!

The ultimate talent of the Death Prison Spider King: Soul Devouring!

Soul Devouring originates from the Soul Devouring Spider King, which is also an important reason why the Death Prison Spider King is called an evil martial soul. Soul rings and souls are all nutrients for its growth!

The beast souls offered no resistance whatsoever, being sucked into the soul-devouring vortex one after another. Zhang Peng exerted all his strength but couldn't protect even one. Seeing this, some of the Evil Douluos with lower soul power said in fear:

"Is this the Death Prison Douluo? He seems even more evil than the Cult Leader..."

The words had barely left his lips when a sharp, piercing metallic scraping sound suddenly echoed across the sky. The evil spirit masters looked up in utter astonishment and saw seven hundred-meter-long chains that resembled seven bloodstained giant dragons, wildly dancing in the air.

The blood-red chain was engraved with various mysterious and evil patterns. Evil eyes full of resentment opened and closed on the chain. As the chain danced wildly, those eyes disturbed people's minds. Even evil spirit masters frowned when they saw them.

The Death Prison Spider King's fifth soul skill: Rebirth Lock!

Zhang Peng has roamed the continent for a century. Even when faced with the overwhelming encirclement of the Seven Rebirth Locks, he was still able to react. As he retreated at lightning speed, his ninth soul ring erupted, and his Scorpion Tiger true form spread into countless black shadows.

"twist!"

As soon as Ling Bai shouted, the seven Rebirth Locks, accompanied by a deafening shriek, annihilated Zhang Peng's fleeing shadow!

The crimson chains thrust in and out from all directions, and in just a few rounds, the Rebirth Lock entangled all the dark figures!

The fleeing shadows halted, unable to stop the relentless strangulation from their strange chains, no matter how they used their soul skills to resist them. It was as if death itself had arrived; they knew it was coming, yet could only wait helplessly.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng reappeared in Zhongli Wu and the others' sight, his limbs pierced by the Rebirth Lock, the winding chains binding his entire body.

The sharp, pointed chain blade hovered an inch from Zhang Peng's forehead, its chilling aura sending shivers down his spine. Zhang Peng's pupils magnified the blade's tip countless times, his throat bobbing involuntarily, before he saw Ling Bai's enigmatic, half-smiling face.

"Now that you've finished demonstrating, are you satisfied, Scorpion Tiger Offering?"

Zhang Peng turned his head with difficulty, his face pale, and said:

"Death Prison Douluo, I admire you..."

The ultimate death effect of the Rebirth Lock was terrifying, as if it had a built-in locking and piercing effect, rendering his ninth soul skill, which was meant to save his life, completely ineffective. If Ling Bai wanted to, his head would explode like a rotten watermelon falling to the ground, splattering a large pool of red liquid in the next second.

After the battle ended, Zhongli Wu stepped forward at the opportune moment, clapping his hands with great enthusiasm, and announced loudly:

"From this day forward, the Death Prison Douluo will be ranked among the Holy Church's honored guests, enjoying the blood offerings of a Vice-Church Leader. All Holy Church disciples must obey the Death Prison Honored Guest's orders!"

He solemnly said to Ling Bai, "With you, I feel like a fish in water!"

"The Holy Church is fortunate to have you!"

(End of this chapter)