Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei sometimes finds it quite strange that in this world's setting, large families seem to like to let their talented disciples grow up freely.

The so-called once-in-a-century innate full soul power was randomly grouped together and entered the same rural primary school.

Will future class reunions turn into a self-disclosure of identities?

So, you're the young master of some sect, and I'm the holy maiden of some kind of sect? How embarrassing would that be?

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, what are you grinning about again?"

Xiao Wu waved vigorously in front of Lu Mingfei. Everyone was chatting peacefully when, for some reason, Lu Mingfei suddenly started laughing like an idiot.

Lu Mingfei coughed awkwardly twice. "I was just thinking about how to spend the subsidies after I hunt down the spirit rings."

"There are still several months to go, just you wait." Xiao Wu's temper flared up when the topic of spirit rings came up. "I'm going to give you a good beating when the time comes." Xiao Wu said, biting into the steamed bun in front of her with a vicious bite, thinking that Lu Mingfei's smile was lewd and hateful.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, but didn't pay much attention; she was just a little girl.

After everyone had finished dinner, Xiao Wu finally calmed down enough, and everyone went back to take a shower and do laundry.

Lu Mingfei then went to the library. The academy does have a soul beast encyclopedia, but compared to the tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of soul beasts, the information on the few thousand soul beasts in the academy's encyclopedia is completely insignificant.

Not to mention the information Lu Mingfei was looking for on dragon-type soul beasts, which he could count on two hands, and all of them were marked as extremely dangerous and rare.

It was virtually impossible for Lu Mingfei to hunt a hundred-year-old dragon-type soul beast during the academy's concentrated soul hunting season, so he had to rely on himself.

No wonder so many commoner soul masters want to join the Spirit Hall. It's true that the starting point for commoners is a disaster. A single hundred-year-old soul beast is enough to kill more than 90% of soul masters.

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Thousands of miles away in the province of Sylvester, the bright moonlight illuminated the statue of the angel god at the highest point of the city.

As the founder and embodiment of faith of the Spirit Hall, the statue is cleaned daily by dedicated deacons, but these past few days it has been neglected.

In the past few days, all the branch halls of the Martial Soul on the mainland have received orders from the Pope of Martial Soul City: all deacons of the main hall and the branch halls below it have been changed to dispersed duty shifts, and they are allowed to evacuate freely in the event of an attack.

For some devout believers, this news was like the sky falling; even the church couldn't be protected, and the Spirit Hall's reputation was completely ruined.

"The remnants of the Haotian Sect are truly despicable!" A certain deacon surnamed Xiao was on duty at the front desk, filled with righteous indignation.

"Yeah, he's a Title Douluo who doesn't dare to smash the main hall but only dares to bully rural places like ours. I despise him!" A certain deacon surnamed Lin gritted his teeth and took a bite of his midnight snack, corn on the cob.

Recently, news of the frequent attacks on the Martial Soul Branch Hall has spread, and all the nearby merchants have fled to a place more than two miles away.

"Hey, what do you think we'll do if that madman really comes?" Deacon Lin suddenly sighed.

"Whether they come or not, I will stick to my post and let everyone know that faith will not waver because of fear!" Deacon Xiao said with a righteous expression.

"Well done." Deacon Lin clapped his hands.

"Alright, you're making me blush. No need for applause." Deacon Xiao scratched the back of his head. It was only because it was the two of them on duty that night that he felt embarrassed to say such a thing in broad daylight.

"What clapping?" Deacon Lin patted his chest, almost choking on a mouthful of corn on the cob: "I'm having a midnight snack."

"Who is that?"

The two suddenly awoke and saw a figure shrouded in black robes standing at the door. The next moment, a vast and powerful soul force erupted.

Nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red—suddenly lit up, bathing the entire city in a red glow.

"Destroy!"

A dark shadow rose into the air, and a giant hammer, tens of meters long, suddenly slammed down.

"Tang Hao, you're asking for death!"

A soul skill with golden petals rushed towards the Clear Sky Hammer. Tang Hao merely snorted and quickly changed the trajectory of the Clear Sky Hammer. The two bursts of soul power created an astonishing explosion, instantly reducing more than half of the church to ruins.

"Tang Hao, how dare you attack our branch hall so recklessly? Aren't you afraid of death?!" Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's figures fell from the sky.

Tang Hao's face, hidden beneath his black robe, twitched slightly: "A mere chrysanthemum, a little brat, dares to be so insolent in front of me!"

"Damn it." Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo clenched their fists, but they really couldn't say anything tough in front of Tang Hao, after all, the Pope who took office six years ago was beaten to a pulp in front of them.

"Don't think you can continue to be arrogant. Your rampage and destruction of the Martial Soul Branch Hall has angered the Grand Elder. Today is your death day!"

"Hahahaha." Tang Hao burst into laughter, "You lot, you got away six years ago, today I'll pay for that blood debt!"

"Do you think we're still the same people we were six years ago? The bipolar stillness zone!"

Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo's body was engulfed in golden and silver flames, and in an instant, a huge halo illuminated the entire city's sky.

Tang Hao's weathered face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, because the moment the halo took off, he was completely unable to move.

"Let's do it!"

In an instant, more than a dozen figures leaped into the air, revealing sharp weapons and claws as they attacked Tang Hao's body.

"roll!"

A crimson domain instantly expanded from the Clear Sky Hammer, and the immense soul power instantly blasted away all the approaching figures. The Clear Sky Hammer instantly swelled to hundreds of meters, its entire body wrapped in scarlet lightning, and smashed directly down towards the huge halo in the sky!

"boom!"

The light faded, leaving only ruins as proof of the fierce battle that had taken place that night.

Three days later, in Wuhun City, at the Papal Palace.

"Your Majesty, we have failed to live up to your trust. That scoundrel Tang Hao has escaped." Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo knelt on one knee, his face pale.

"It's alright, it's good that the two elders have returned safely." Bibi Dong held her scepter and waved for Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo to stand up. "Tang Hao's strength was enough to severely injure the former Pope six years ago. The two elders don't need to blame themselves. I was not prepared to defeat him in one battle from the beginning."

"But we have already lost seven branch halls. We finally managed to ambush Tang Hao, but we failed. Elder, we are probably to blame." Ghost Douluo looked troubled.

"Elder, I have my own explanation." Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter: "I have read the battle report. After Tang Hao broke free from the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, he did not kill you all but took the opportunity to escape. Since that is the case, it means that he must have paid a certain price or even been seriously injured. He should not take any further action. The two elders are meritorious."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"