Douluo Continent: A Sister Who Loves Me From the Start

The frontier of Beiguan is very cold, but most people don't sleep and spend the time in meditation.

Shen Yumo was cultivating. The spacious room was filled with pale purple soul power, and small vortexes in the air were frantically absorbing the meager soul power in the space.

And what happened during the day.

Since the Demon Blade Thousand Blades came into this world with me and became my martial soul, it must shine with its own brilliance.

He wanted the whole world to know about the King of Weapon Souls, the Demon Blade Thousand Blades! He was also confident that he could defeat the Clear Sky Hammer, because the word "King" was not something that just any ordinary person could bear.

But the worst thing happened: the Demon Blade Thousand Blades was bloodthirsty by nature, and it held the knife to the girl's neck in front of the old man who was facing a six-ringed War Soul Emperor.

At that moment, the true nature of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades was revealed. Even the slightest trace of blood could resonate with the Demon Blade, and it was telling itself that it needed blood...

This is what really bothers Shen Yumo. She's afraid that one day she'll become an evil soul master. Becoming an evil soul master isn't scary; what's scariest is becoming a walking corpse. That would be true death.

Who knows, one day I might kill someone with a demonic blade, like a bomb igniting its fuse, burning continuously until it explodes.

This is the most worrying part.

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Two days later, Shen Yumo left the border region.

It was incredibly difficult before I left. That woman named Biyue insisted on recognizing me as her adopted brother, saying that we were destined to be together...

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Chapter 26 The Blood-Drinking Blade

Two days later, Shen Yumo left the border region.

It was incredibly difficult before I left. That woman named Biyue insisted on recognizing me as her adopted brother, saying that we were destined to be together...

Shen Yumo was speechless, afraid that she would feel guilty if she agreed, since she already had two older sisters. Wouldn't recognizing another sister be a betrayal of the Ice and Snow Emperors?

So he refused, leaving behind a message: if he could meet her again, it would mean they were truly destined for each other, and he could then recognize her as his sister.

This was also Shen Yumo's explanation. She couldn't just reject her heartlessly. After all, Biyue really didn't have any bad intentions, and her identity was just the city lord of the Heavenly Soul Empire. Even so, who knows if they would really meet again next time?

If we meet again and I accept it, what difference will it make? It will just mean I have one more person to worry about.

What interests him most is Meng Hongchen. In his impression, Meng Hongchen is a smart and cute but insecure girl, which will become apparent in the upcoming Soul Master Competition.

Before leaving, he even demonstrated his true abilities!

A three-ring agility-attack type battle spirit master! The spirit ring's age is yellow-purple-purple. Meng Hongchen was immediately dumbfounded and hurriedly asked himself his age.

Then I can't show my true strength. The younger you are, the higher your soul power and the stronger your talent. Although I'm already a Soul Master at nine years old, I still have to be humble and hold back. I'll just say that I'm twelve years old today and a three-ring Soul Master...

Even so, their reactions surprised him. Biyue insisted on hugging him and said, "Little brother, don't go to Shrek Academy. Come eat with your sister, and I'll take care of you..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yumo immediately flew into a rage. If anyone was going to raise a child, it would be Biyue herself... Just kidding. She had to have ideals to uphold. She really couldn't leave Shrek Academy. There were many paths she had to try to change.

Meng Hongchen actually tried to convince herself to go back to Mingde Hall with her! My God, absolutely not, she refused immediately, and Meng Hongchen was naturally a little disappointed.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Shen Yumo decided to give her a big gift. The most famous thing about the Mingde Hall of the Sun Moon Empire is its soul tools! It is the continent's largest producer of soul tools with the best quality and the most quantity. So, he gave the ice-colored carving knife to Meng Hongchen.

Meng Hongchen was taken aback, but accepted it. Shen Yumo didn't notice that something in those light blue eyes had changed. Shen Yumo never expected that a carving knife would later evoke certain emotions in Meng Hongchen, thus altering the course of events.

Finally, he left amidst Biyue's reluctant farewell and Meng Hongchen's different gazes. Meng Hongchen called out one last time, "You must participate in the Soul Master Competition! I'll be waiting for you there! I will definitely repay you!"

Shen Yumo waved his hand without turning his head. This place really wasn't suitable for him. What he needed wasn't constraints, but freedom and powerful strength. Perhaps only he himself could unleash his full potential.

When he changed his style, the face beneath the cloak became less noticeable.

Mainland, here I come.

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When I appear in another personality, it means I have come to understand many things. I am like an angel in the night, both enjoying and hating the darkness.

So I decided to give it a try in the Deathmatch Arena.

I will not regret the decision I made today. I need to be reborn from blood. Only those who have been bathed in blood are qualified to look down on all things in the world.

People often have unlimited potential when they are in dire straits. I went to the Soul Arena not for gold coins or any material things, but to cleanse my soul.

On top of that, there is another reason that compels me to do this: the nature of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades is bloodthirsty. How can one talk about controlling and mastering this blade without experiencing the baptism of blood?

So I chose to experience it, to experience the thrill of killing and fighting, so that I could better control the demonic blade.

If you want to become a strongman, then you must defeat the strong! Here, everyone has blood on their hands, and they will use any means necessary, any move, as long as they can win, those things are really minor matters.

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"Death God's Demon Blade!"

"Death God's Demon Blade!"

"Death God's Demon Blade!"

Two figures stood on an unorthodox arena for a life-or-death duel.

On one side, a thin man with yellow teeth and a cold expression was staring at a thin man in a black robe on the other side with a strange look.

The surrounding audience went wild, screaming a name: Death God Demon Blade.

This black-robed man, who had achieved a ninety-nine-game winning streak in just two months, had a hoarse voice and wielded a broken-looking knife.

Never underestimate anyone. Among the ninety-nine desperate men, there were those who underestimated and mocked the black-robed man's knife. Without exception, they were all killed with a single blow.

Today is the final match for the black-robed Death God Demon Blade. After today, Death God Demon Blade will be recorded in the annals of the Soul Arena with a record of one hundred consecutive victories in the Soul Arena.

Moreover, these words will be publicly revealed: Death God Demon Blade!

The man opposite the one in the black robe wore a black and red blood-red robe, but his eyes were filled with blood-red eyeballs that were deeply sunken.

His sinister aura involuntarily sends chills down your spine.

At this moment, he was somewhat agitated. For a long time, every time he heard the words "Death God's Demon Blade," his heart would twist, and he wanted to kill the person known as "Death God's Demon Blade" all the time.

The reason is simple: two months ago, his name, Blood Raven, was also being praised like this, but everything changed when this person arrived.

All the cheers and victorious glances that belonged to him were stolen by the black-robed man who dared not show his true face!

Today, he will personally end this absurd myth, and then use the truth to tell everyone here that he, Blood Raven, is the eternal god here! Not a black-robed man with a broken knife!

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment? Every day I dream about killing you and showing off your head to them!"

"You took everything from me! You'll pay me back tenfold! You deserve to die today. I'll show these people what a real Grim Reaper is, not some clown with a broken knife who can call himself Grim Reaper! Hahahaha!"

Blood Raven seemed to have gone mad, its withered fingers pointing at the black-robed man just a few meters away, occasionally lowering its shriveled head and letting out a piercing, mocking laugh. Its frenzied appearance ignited the passion of everyone present.

Many people shouted Blood Raven's name, but they were quickly beaten down by those who supported Death God Demon Blade, and their voices were drowned out by the words "Death God Demon Blade".

"Everything..." The pair of sky-blue eyes beneath the black robe no longer held any innocence or naivety, only a chilling bloodlust and cold indifference. Hearing the surrounding shouts, the fighting spirit in his heart was quickly ignited.

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Chapter 27 Death is not necessarily a bad thing

"Everything..." The pair of sky-blue eyes beneath the black robe no longer held any innocence or naivety, only a chilling bloodlust and cold indifference. Hearing the surrounding shouts, the fighting spirit in his heart was quickly ignited.

He had grown to like this lifestyle, honing his will through killing, and his control over the demonic blade had become increasingly proficient. With his soul power breaking through two levels, he gained control of an additional hundred fragments on top of the two hundred fragments.

Every time she heard her opponents desperately begging for mercy before they died, Shen Yumo would lower her head and quietly say to them, "If you're afraid of death, why did you come here? Since you're here, you should be prepared to die."

He glanced at his opponent with utter disinterest, a fierce glint in his eyes constantly flashing across Blood Raven's face. "Just a Soul Master," he thought, "too weak."

Remember that Soul King who had been hiding his strength? He fought Shen Yumo in his Soul King form, and Shen Yumo was seriously injured in the end. He successfully dealt a heavy blow to his opponent by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Unexpectedly, the other party was actually a Soul King, not a Soul Master at all. At that time, Shen Yumo really felt the aura of death. The amazing thing was that, even though she saw the tiger claw covered in flames grabbing at her head, the tiger claw did not move forward even half a step when it was just inches away.

Then, a golden light burst forth from Shen Yumo's body, and everyone's vision went white, unable to see anything. Finally, the Soul King died, seemingly crushed to death by something, his death extremely gruesome...

Although the situation was a bit unclear at the time, we still won.

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"The 99th match of the Soul Battle of Life and Death: Death God Demon Blade versus Blood Raven!" The middle-aged man's voice came through the amplified soul guide device.

"Alas! The Death God's Demon Blade!"

"Death God's Demon Blade, I'm betting on you! Don't let us down!!"

The atmosphere in the arena was completely ignited. This was not just a life-or-death battle between two contestants, but also a life-or-death gamble for tens of thousands of gamblers. Some were betting their lives, while many more were betting their money.

Here, there is no shortage of people who want to get rich overnight, and betting is the best way to do so.

Hearing these shouts and expectations, Blood Raven's face turned green, his thin fingers clenched tightly together, and his eyes were fixed on the black-robed youth.

"Am I not worthy to be your opponent? Can't you see my taunts? Stop looking down on me..." Blood Raven's blood-red, chilling eyes were like an ancient curse.

If looks could kill, the man in the black robe would have died thousands of times over.

"All I want is battle, all you want is power and honor. I can give them back to you. None of this matters to me." A deep voice came from beneath the black robe.

After today, he will leave this place. He has already obtained some of what he wanted here. As for the power that Blood Raven desires, Shen Yumo has absolutely no interest in it.

"Don't look down on me!" Blood Raven's fingernails had already dug into his flesh, but he was completely unaware of it.

"Let's welcome this special moment together! The Deathmatch Tournament begins now!!"

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"Come on, let everyone see your fancy skills. You must have 'buied' all those wins." Blood Raven's expression was manic, and his arrogant demeanor made people think he had some great ability.

"The battle begins!"

As the voice faded, the fervent gamblers all stared intently at the fighting arena.

Neither of them made a move. Blood Raven thought that his words had hit the other's sore spot and put the other in fear, so he laughed wildly.

Beneath the black robe, a pair of slender fingers stretched out, and even today, Shen Yumo was still somewhat numb.

When killing becomes the norm, then it is only natural. His hands are already stained with the blood of the Dead Apostles, and the Demon Blade has been tempered into a weapon of killing.

Unbeknownst to anyone, she could take someone's life without them even realizing it. Shen Yumo often wondered if she was doing the right thing. Using her martial spirit to cause pointless killings, the blood on her blade hadn't even dried before the blood of the next lucky victim was about to fall. All of this would eventually make her even stronger!

The martial spirits of this world are born to become powerful, to make themselves stronger and invincible.

An eerie purplish-red hue bloomed and blossomed in this space. "You talk too much. Are glory and power really that important?"

As the head in the black robe slowly rose, a deep, magnetic voice rang out.