Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Chapter 259 The Title of "Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching" (念杀封号)

The stench of charred flesh mingled with the strange, sweet fragrance of sacred flames, creating a bizarre odor that was both nauseating and terrifying.

The screams rose higher and higher, from sharp to hoarse, and then to a wheezing sound like a broken bellows, seemingly without end, weaving together a cruel symphony from the deepest hell beneath the magnificent dome of the cathedral.

On the scene, some of the believers, including some in black robes and even some in white robes, had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads. The two people standing in the center of the hall, apart from Tang Ya, were also pale-faced, their legs were weak and trembling, and they were almost collapsing to the ground.

On the largest torch that Lu Genggeng had transformed into, a drop of viscous black liquid fell, mixed with specks of crimson-gold sparks. Just before it touched the ground, even though it had burned almost completely away, the remaining heat still scorched a bright red crater in the ground.

The air was thick with a deathly oppression and fear.

As the scream reached its peak, so piercing it seemed to tear space apart—

"enough!"

Finally, an elderly man who looked to be over seventy years old seemed to have reached his limit. He roared and sprang up like a ghost, rushing towards Kong Tianxu. His body expanded rapidly with each breath, and two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings shone brightly.

Title Douluo!

Almost simultaneously, a faint, almost invisible gray light, like the sigh of death, silently swept across his body.

The Hate Douluo's body, which had swelled to the size of a small mountain, suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, like a skin that had instantly lost all support, it rapidly shrank and shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh and blood vanished without a trace. In the blink of an eye, a powerful Title Douluo was transformed into a dried-up corpse clinging to his skeleton, collapsing to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

Instant kill!

A powerful evil soul master, a titled Douluo, was easily wiped out like an ant.

Zhongli Wu looked up in utter shock, his gaze rapidly sweeping across the entire area, trying to pinpoint the source of the gray light.

He believed he could kill the Abomination Douluo instantly, but to achieve such a bizarre killing effect by utilizing the massive amount of fat from the carrion-eating flesh of an undead creature like the Abomination…

Could it be Mother? But when did Mother acquire this power?

Among the crowd, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, who also rose in shock and anger but was a step slower than the one who hated, felt a chill run through his body.

No! It's definitely not the Supreme Master!

Within that gray light, he felt a fear that stemmed from instinct. Although Ye Xishui was powerful, he was still a Super Douluo; she couldn't possibly evoke such a feeling in him!

Just as Zhang Peng was in shock, even more terrifying things were happening one after another.

As if in response to the silent slaughter, or as if it were a premeditated, chilling purge, the pair of purple-gold dragon eyes on the golden throne slowly and indifferently rotated, and the increasingly tangible ancient dragon might suppressed the soul power of almost everyone, rendering them unable to move.

The gray light, like a deadly ghost driven by a dragon's eye, caused short, shrill screams to erupt one after another from the crowd.

"what--!"

"No…!"

"save…!"

The screams were not continuous, but they rose and fell, each one accompanied by a rapidly withering and shrunken body collapsing to the ground, dying in the same way as the previous Abomination Douluo.

Death's scythe is silently and efficiently reaping within this glorious sanctuary.

Zhang Peng's heart pounded wildly, almost shattering his chest. Every gray shadow that flashed by, every short, sharp sound of death, sent a shiver down his spine.

He could clearly feel the cold, gripping force tightening and increasing pressure on his brain, like a gleaming knife tip dancing along the arteries of his veins.

Closer and closer.

until--

The once bright and radiant church hall, as bright as day, suddenly darkened.

Immediately afterwards, in the shadow behind the golden throne, which was made even more profound by the dragon's shadow, ominous black ripples spread out.

A massive tiger claw, so black it reflected no light whatsoever, silently emerged from the deepest shadow.

At that moment, the string in Zhang Peng's mind finally snapped completely.

He let out a strange cry and turned to flee from this abyss-like sanctuary.

Then, it crashed into a giant pupil that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld.

Zhang Peng froze, and everyone present held their breath at the same time.

Even the most ruthless evil spirit masters felt an instinctive tremor at the sight of this terrifying creature.

Before them lay a massive tiger head, burning with two eerie flames of soul energy. The character for "king" on its forehead resembled countless layers of dried blood, a dark gray. Its eyes held no ferocity, yet exuded a chilling aura that seeped into the very marrow of the body.

As it gradually moved closer to Zhang Peng, its body was gradually fully revealed.

It was a colossal tiger, its body as black as the deepest night, slowly emerging from the shadows with elegant, languid steps. Its body was enormous, its lines fluid and powerful, and from its shoulder blades grew a pair of enormous wings that appeared to be composed of shadow and bone spurs. Most peculiarly, it trailed a long scorpion tail behind it, its stinger gleaming with an eerie gray light.

The ferocious and majestic tiger head slowly approached Zhang Peng's face, which was contorted with fear. Its icy breath sprayed onto Zhang Peng's face and neck, raising goosebumps.

Darkness! Demon! Evil! God! Tiger!

Zhang Peng's mind was screaming wildly, his eyes wide open, but the absolute suppression from his martial spirit left him with no ability to resist.

All he could do was watch helplessly.

Watching the Dark Demon God Tiger open its mouth, slowly licking his face with its equally pure black tiger tongue.

Once, twice.

His eyes were torn apart by the rough, black tongue, and the barbs at the base of the tongue left bright red furrows on his face. Zhang Peng let the blood flow down his head, but he dared not move.

Super Douluo... Absolutely a Super Douluo! And not just any ordinary Super Douluo!

Zhongli Wu was greatly alarmed. As a fellow demonic puppet martial soul, he could naturally sense the special connection between the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and Kong Tianxu.

In just three short years, Kong Tianxu has actually reached the strength of a Super Douluo! How is that possible?!

"Alright, come back now."

On the golden throne, Kong Tianxu spoke calmly, breaking the suffocating silence. His pair of purple-gold dragon eyes, which held the power of life and death, slowly closed, and the vast dragon might that permeated the sanctuary also subsided slightly.

The Dark Demon God Tiger reluctantly spat out the large red date from its mouth.

It seemed completely unconcerned about the fear and bloodlust that permeated the hall, continuing to stride with its elegant yet domineering steps through the silent crowd, its massive body exuding an invisible sense of oppression, until it reached the steps of the golden throne.

Finally, the Dark Demon God Tiger stepped onto the steps before the Golden Throne, and slowly crouched down in the densest shadow beneath Kong Tianxu's feet.

The massive tiger head raised slightly, its gaze meeting that of Kong Tianxu on the throne, directly facing the silent masses below. Its eyes, burning with eerie soul fire, coldly swept across the entire area, as if confirming who dared to offend the majesty of the being behind it.

Zhang Peng felt as if he were hearing celestial music. His whole body trembled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He could no longer hold on and fell heavily to his knees again, burying his head deeply, not daring to move at all.

This time, he was completely convinced.

Inside the sanctuary, there was a deathly silence, like that of a tomb.

Only the light from the dome crystal, after that brief moment of dimming, shone again, illuminating this unforgettable scene—

A phantom of a sacred, purple-gold dragon coiled atop the supreme golden throne, its eyes closed, gazing indifferently at all living beings.

The dark and ferocious Dark Demon Tiger sat majestically in the shadows beneath the throne, its eyes fixed on its prey, ready to devour anyone it might harm.

In the air between the two, the four crimson-gold sacred flames continued to burn slowly, but the screams and writhing had almost stopped. Only the faint crackling sound of the flames burning the remains, and the eerie smell of burning and sacredness intertwined in the air, added the final touch to this scene.

A dragon coiled and a tiger crouching.

Chapter 260 The Beginning of Purification, the Holy Spirit Cures Evil

At this moment, no one dared to make the slightest move. Ye Xishui remained still, Long Xiaoyao was surprised but didn't really want to move, and Zhong Liwu felt he shouldn't move at this time. The others dared not move and could not move.

From the moment the dragon roared, Kong Tianxu suppressed the four evils with a single word, killed the titled villains with a single thought, saw through life and death with his eyes, and swallowed the scorpion tiger with his aura. His strength alone overwhelmed the entire field.

The establishment of authority has reached its peak.

Before this, Kong Tianxu's position in the Holy Spirit Cult relied more on the endorsement of two peerless powerhouses, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, and Yin Baifa's daily indoctrination of the Holy Emperor's Descent doctrine, which allowed most believers to maintain a superficial respect and obedience.

At this moment, having witnessed this terrifying power, the respect had transformed into a deep-seated fear and awe.

In the Douluo Continent, the strong are respected, and strength is the source of everything.

The fact that Kong Tianxu could so easily kill the Abomination Douluo, whose strength was definitely not weak among the eight elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, already proved that Kong Tianxu must have reached the level of a Super Douluo.

Adding to this the black tiger-like beast that was clearly under his control, people's predictions of his strength have been raised to the level of Vice Sect Leader Feng Ling, or even Zhongli Wu.

Zhongli Wu, a level 97 Super Douluo. He looks young; if it weren't for his signature silver hair, he would appear to be only middle-aged.

But those who know him well know that this Holy Spirit Cult Leader is only one generation younger than Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui in terms of seniority, and his real age is already over 180 years old.

Kong Tianxu is only eighteen years old this year.

With a tenfold difference in cultivation time, even if he only came close to Zhongli Wu, it could still be considered a true miracle.

Not to mention Ye Guyi and Nan Qiuqiu, who were already incredibly shocked, even Long Xiaoyao was amazed.

He could even assert that even Tang San, the Sea God from ten thousand years ago, was far inferior to Kong Tianxu, who was the same age.

"Master Zhongli".

Amidst the oppressive yet dazzling light and shadow, Kong Tianxu finally spoke again, causing everyone's heartstrings to tighten.

"If I remember correctly, the Scorpion Tiger Offering is under your jurisdiction?"

It's here! Zhongli Wu's heart tightened, and his brain began to quickly think of a way to deal with it.

Although Kong Tianxu's tone did not contain any sense of accusation, anyone could see that he clearly intended to use himself as an example.

It's just unclear whether this Holy Emperor's decision to single him out at this time is more of a warning or an attempt to weaken his authority.

As for more extreme possibilities, Zhongli Wu never considered them. As the only son of Ye Xishui, the Limit Douluo, and with Long Xiaoyao's long-standing affection for Ye Xishui, he had no worries about his safety whatsoever.

Regarding the murder, he believed he had been careful enough, not doing it himself, and strictly ordered several of his confidants not to overstep their bounds.

In retrospect, this caution must have been the key to his safe escape.

Zhongli Wu stood up and said in a deep voice, "I will give the Holy Emperor an explanation." After saying that, he turned to Zhang Peng.

"Right big toe." Zhongli Wu's voice was calm yet chilling, just as it always was when he gave orders.

He was confident that, given his control over his group of evil spirit masters, few would dare to disobey him, let alone simply harm their own bodies or even destroy their cultivation.

However, Zhang Peng did not move.

The Scorpion Tiger Douluo, who had just been terrified, merely raised his bloodstained head with trembling hands. His eyes, filled with fear and pleading, looked past Zhongli Wu in front of him and stared straight at Kong Tianxu on the golden throne.

It was as if he was waiting, waiting for the one who truly controlled his life and death to give the final judgment.

Zhongli Wu was stunned, and his hands unconsciously began to tighten.