The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

The Asura God swung his dark red holy sword rapidly and repeatedly. He was like an ancient war god reborn, his black hair flying wildly, his eyes sharp, his divine armor clanging, and he overpowered Su Ming.

His body was tinged with a crimson-gold radiance. A total of thirteen sword strikes landed, and even though Su Ming had the protection of the black jade gourd, he was still shaken and coughed up blood.

Pfft!

The endless runes were obliterated, and Tang San swept across the void with a single sword strike, displaying unparalleled divine power. He cleaved Su Ming in two at the waist, sending him flying five hundred feet away, his purple blood splattering everywhere, a truly pitiful sight.

The Asura in the Ring-Breaking stage is too powerful, almost invincible. Even the God King has to avoid his sharp edge, let alone Su Ming.

Su Ming coughed up blood, his two bodies barely stuck together. His nine soul rings rose and shattered. His blood and qi reached their peak, purple flames burned, and laws intertwined as he clashed with Tang San in a desperate struggle.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, they finally managed to open the portal and escape in a sorry state.

The next moment, a deafening roar shook the heavens as the temple self-destructed. An endless surge of energy erupted, like a brilliant sun rising from the ground. A mushroom cloud of dust rose into the sky, unleashing a powerful storm that swept across the wilderness, eventually destroying a large portion of the buildings in Mingdu, causing severe damage.

The imperial city shone brightly, and the soul-guided array was activated, creating a layer of crystalline light that barely preserved the main body.

Xu Tianran, dressed in imperial robes, looked into the distance with his hands clenched tightly, and asked in a low voice to Ju Zi beside him, "Is everything ready? Start it immediately."

Orange's pretty face hardened, and she hesitated before saying, "Your Majesty, why should we get involved in this mess? Wouldn't it be better to watch them fight it out and then seize the opportunity to take advantage of the situation?"

"Stop talking nonsense and activate the twelve Death Towers immediately." Xu Tianran looked coldly at the boy, his eyes almost overflowing with flames, revealing his resentment.

He longed to stand by and watch the two tigers fight, but intervening now would leave him no chance of survival. However, the enslavement of the evil god's domain constantly controlled him.

Long before Tang San descended to the mortal realm, Su Ming had already obtained information on the Death God Tower, a soul tool approaching level ten. He then handed it over to the Sun Moon Empire for research and improvement, and, following his instructions, had Xu Tianran set a trap to kill Tang San.

Buzz!

At Xu Tianran's command, twelve majestic divine towers rose up in the imperial city, each emitting twelve dazzling beams of divine light that shot towards the blazing, radiant sun.

Adding fuel to the fire of this massive explosion, the dust in the sky continued to expand, and the storm swept in, carrying billowing sand and dust, like a wave reaching nine heavens high, submerging half of the Ming capital. From high above, the scene was magnificent and the view was breathtaking.

"With such power, it should be dead by now." Xu Tianran's eyes burned with desire. If such a powerful soul tool were continuously developed, it should be able to conquer the God Realm sooner or later.

This is a golden opportunity. If we can obtain a portion of the divine body for research and analysis, we can advance the advancement of soul tools and ensure that the Sun Moon Empire stands eternally on the Douluo Continent.

A moment later, the surging energy in the distance subsided, and Xu Tianran shuddered. He didn't know when, but a tall and imposing man stood atop the highest pavilion in the imperial city.

He wasn't in good condition; he was covered in blood, but most of the injuries were superficial and didn't involve any underlying wounds.

"I..." Xu Tianran looked terrified. Before he could explain, an invisible, heavy aura pressed down, and everyone present froze. Even the loyal retainers who wanted to protect him were unable to move.

Tang San looked down at the crowd with an indifferent expression, but he was furious. These mortals dared to interfere in the affairs of a true god.

With a 'plop' sound, Xu Tianran's head exploded, red and white substances splattered, and a few drops got on Ju Zi's fair and jade-like face, leaving her dumbfounded.

The Asura God didn't have much time to deal with these miscellaneous matters. He needed to severely injure Su Ming as much as possible before exiting the Great Sumeru Hammer state, thus securing victory.

He glanced at the pretty girl, thinking to himself, 'This must be the woman with whom my son-in-law has this ambiguous relationship.'

So Tang San casually pointed and said, "From now on, you should all follow her lead. She is my representative. I don't want this situation to happen again in the Sun Moon Empire!"

He emphasized his last sentence, making it sound like a warning.

The woman pointed at in the room was shocked, while the ministers were speechless. Legally, the woman was Xu Tianran's empress, and from now on she would rule as the empress dowager. There was nothing wrong with that. In terms of strength, the woman had close ties with the military, and now she had the endorsement of the true god, so her position was unshakeable.

Even though they were furious that Tang San had killed the emperor of the empire, they had no choice but to bow their heads.

Tang San ignored the thoughts of the ministers below, and spread his divine sense to capture the remaining aura in the space, attempting to find the location where Su Ming had escaped.

"So that's where it was?" Tang San sneered, taking a step that traversed a thousand miles.

buzz~

On the other side, in the deep pit at the edge of the star, a dazzling spatial rift opened up, and two pieces of the body fell from it, purple blood splattering all over the earth, exuding a thick spiritual energy and abundant treasure aura.

"Cough cough." Su Ming struggled to activate the [Immortal Obsidian Body] to couple the two parts of his body, and with the Divine Abomination's Undying Soul taking effect, his primordial spirit, which had partially transformed into a celestial being, quickly healed.

Having barely recovered, Su Ming staggered into the Underworld.

The sky was overcast, devoid of sun and moon, and the land appeared a deep, dark black, like an ominous burial ground.

At the end, a dark river meanders, faintly echoing with mournful cries, as if the dead, unwilling to accept their fate, are struggling. There is an ancient bridge over the river, made of gray marble, and the banks are covered with strange plants that glow with a purple hue.

"I wonder if this is my burial ground or Tang San's grave," Su Ming sighed. He had truly done his best.

Rumble!

Soon, with almost no respite, a deafening roar echoed outside the Underworld, as someone launched a forceful attack, attempting to break in.

Click click~

The dim sky trembled, revealing countless cracks. Light reflected off the dark gaps, and space shattered as a majestic figure stepped into this world.

"The Underworld?..." Tang San glanced around, seeing the endless River Styx and the countless tombstones standing at its end, his tone complicated.

"Fine, you've found a good burial place." Shura looked down at Su Ming without saying anything more. Behind him, a world unfolded, with the nine heavens rising and falling. He wielded the heavy, deep red Shura sword and slashed down.

Chapter 321 Deadly Strike

Beneath the dim sky, Tang San stood in the Netherworld, dressed in white, with dark red and sinister eyes. His aura was like that of a great demon king. He swung his sword, and a murderous intent surged. At this moment, Su Ming's body cracked, his internal organs were about to be injured, his soul was about to be destroyed, and his bones were about to melt away.

The Asura's killing intent can cause stars to shift and constellations to change, dragons and snakes to rise from the land, and the world to turn upside down.

Tang San's body shone with crimson gold and glazed glass as he wielded the Great Sumeru Hammer, exuding unparalleled divine might. Dark red divine power surged, and his killing intent was like a tidal wave, as if a thousand troops were galloping, making this Netherworld no longer peaceful.

Su Ming retreated rapidly, his thoughts overflowing and resonating with the surrounding world. The winding River Styx rose with a black mist of death, the Bridge of Helplessness was filled with dark green evil thoughts, and the endless tombstones in the distance flickered with scarlet runes, all converging on the boy's body.

Rumble!

Su Ming, who stopped at the edge of the sky, wore a triple crown and a Netherworld Emperor's robe. Three thousand strands of Netherworld energy hung from the black jade bottle on his head, and nine layers of purgatory rose around him. He sat there with a solemn and dignified appearance, like a Netherworld Emperor.

Tang San was at his peak combat power, and so was Su Ming. With the Exploding Ring Technique activated and his self-fusion martial soul technique unleashed, he was imbued with the power of the Boundless Underworld Kingdom, achieving harmony between heaven, earth, and man, and revealing his full brilliance.

The Heaven-Splitting Evil God's Claw.

Hades descended upon the mortal realm, looking down upon all living beings. He stepped out from the turbulent Yellow Springs of the Nine Netherworlds, extending a jet-black hand to grab Tang San. Endless Dao patterns were contained within his palm, his power unparalleled.

"Death, Rakshasa..." Tang San frowned slightly as he sensed the various rising auras in this desolate land. Even more astonishing was that his own Asura Divine Power was shaking, as if it was about to be absorbed and taken away.

As expected of the Dark Side of the Universe, the place set up by the Underworld Lord. Tang San sighed. Fighting the Underworld Lord's successor here would be too disadvantageous, but this was the best opportunity. The opponent's cultivation was improving day by day. In just one month, he was already approaching the level of a first-level god. If they waited another year or two, no one would be able to stop him.

What he didn't know was that Su Ming easily controlled the myriad paths of the Netherworld with the authority and supernatural powers of the Calamity End Tiger. Although the Asura's killing power was strong, it was still within the realm of darkness.

"Clang!"

Shura shone brilliantly, slicing through the sky-covering hand with one sword, and then slashing at Su Ming's head with another.

The young Yin Emperor had a handsome and indifferent face. With his left hand, he drew mysterious Dao patterns, and a dark and deep vortex appeared. Time fell and flowed, and all that approached was dispelled by an invisible force.

Tang San's sword was deflected, its dark red color soaring into the sky like a cleaving of the heavens, sweeping across the Netherworld and carving out a thousand-foot-deep ravine. The remaining killing intent damaged life force, and of course, there was little life force left in the Netherworld.

The two fought fiercely, their every move creating endless commotion. The killing aura stretched for three thousand miles, and various divine skills were unleashed, almost turning the place into chaos.

This space is almost dilapidated, like a painting trembling, ready to be torn apart and turned to dust at any moment.

The Asura God grew stronger with each battle, forcing Su Ming to retreat and hide in the River Styx, using the Xuan Yin Water to defend himself. Zi Ji's soul merged into the River Styx, and a winding river hundreds of feet long rose from the ground.

In mid-air, it transformed into a majestic, dark black dragon, its fine scales gleaming. With a roar, it stirred up boundless Yellow Springs, carrying vast Yin energy, and together with Su Ming, attacked Tang San.

But it was no use; all means are futile in the face of absolute power.

The Yellow Springs True Dragon was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, collapsing into a torrent of Styx River that cascaded down from the heavens like a dark divine waterfall, washing over the dark underworld. The rolling black water, carrying underworld sand, swept across thousands of miles, transforming into a swampy kingdom.

Su Ming retreated again, using his supreme power to control a bridge of helplessness paved with bluestone. On it, dark green Rakshasa evil thoughts gathered, empowering the Heavenly Demon Dream, causing layers of illusions to arise and disappear.

Rumble!

Tang San was ruthless, his eyes gleaming with purple-gold. He pierced through the illusion and swung his heavy longsword at the oncoming stone bridge. The dark red sword light, as thick as a dragon, shot into the sky and destroyed the stone bridge.

Countless fragments of stone suddenly rained down from the sky, raising dust that swept across the underworld.

"A mere trick. I personally slew the Rakshasa back then, why would I fear such a mere remnant of evil thoughts?" Asura God sneered.

Su Ming roared, and a silver moon rose between his brows. The three thousand stone tablets on the other shore shook and flew up one after another, like three thousand mountains crashing down on the Asura, while he himself avoided their sharp edge.

After the God King exploded the ring, he was invincible in heaven and earth for a period of time.

The only solution now is to endure this difficult period.

boom! boom! boom!

Those tombstones were made of a hard and indestructible material, neither gold nor jade. Su Ming had tried to damage them before, but could not harm them in the slightest. Yet, at this moment, Tang San cut them all down with overwhelming force.

With a flick of the crimson Asura Sword, ten thousand swords rang out in unison, and thousands upon thousands of sword beams rained down like a meteor shower. As the heavy greatsword swept across, clanging and clashing resounded, as if a million-strong army were clashing. Sword energy crisscrossed, divine light soared into the sky, and the heavens seemed to be pierced through.

In no time, the three thousand magnificent tombstones were all cut down, and rubble rained down, ravaging the land.

There is no way to retreat.

Su Ming's soul and bones were complete, each part radiating brilliant light. Finally, they converged into one, emitting a dark glow, cold and resounding, like a supreme black battle armor. Holding the conjured death scythe, he personally swung it to meet the enemy.

Clang!

A resounding, exhilarating clang of metal clashing echoed, and a storm of eerie light swept across the dark sky. Layer upon layer of ripples, centered on the battle between the two, swept across hundreds of miles in all directions. A devastating surge of energy destroyed everything in sight, and black soil and turbid waters churned and surged violently.

The Asura God King unleashed his unique divine skill, the Great Dao is simple, no matter how many spells you use, I can break them with a single sword. He repeatedly raised both hands and then slashed down heavily.

Su Ming was sent flying hundreds of feet after blocking the attack, retreating step by step. His body was hit by the killing sword energy, splashing purple blood. He was covered in wounds and fought a bloody battle.

Tang San cleaved the boy in two again, his brows furrowing. His tiger paws felt numb, as if he were chopping down a stubborn rock, an indestructible and indomitable force, yet it was incredibly strenuous.

"However, this is where you end up." The Asura God gasped for breath, every part of his body aching terribly. The vast divine power of the ten divine rings flowed through his body, surging like waves, its destructive and killing power shattering all his meridians.

Su Ming was indeed at his wit's end. He was ambushed and severely injured while absorbing the soul ring. After escaping, his body was cut in two. Now, he had barely managed to activate the Soul Ring Explosion Technique and fought fiercely for a long time. His blood and qi were depleted, and his precious blood, which was originally as clear as purple clouds, had become dull and lifeless. His essence was exhausted.

But the boy remained calm. He looked at Tang San and sighed softly, "You're wrong. You've lost today."

Buzz!

The black jade gourd that was originally floating above Su Ming's head trembled, its brilliance fading inch by inch, becoming a divine object that remained obscure. Its material was unique, and a wisp of immortal light overflowed from it, containing the meaning of eternity and immortality, with myriad phenomena and countless profound mysteries intertwined.

At that moment, the celestial light swiftly disappeared into the vast underworld below.

Rumble!

Tang San's expression changed instantly. He saw the endless, desolate Netherworld rolling, with dazzling Dao patterns spreading across the ground, intertwining and radiating an unparalleled power.

In a daze, he suddenly realized that he had somehow managed to fight Su Mingsha, cross the River Styx, destroy Naihe, and sweep through three thousand tombstones to reach the depths of this underworld.

Su Ming sneered. Having come to this plane before and explored it in depth, he already knew that this place was an accessory to the project of the Underworld Kingdom back then, and was eventually transformed into the most powerful offensive weapon by the Underworld Lord.

Although it has been eroded by time and is already dilapidated, it can still be temporarily activated.