Douluo Continent: We agreed on a simulation, but they've come to life?

"Master Kong, His Majesty requests your presence."

A waiter bowed and said.

"I'm not going," Kong Deming said casually, waving his hand dismissively.

"Yes..." The waiter's throat bobbed. Although he was destined to be punished when he returned, there was nothing he could do. This man said he wouldn't go, and no one in the entire empire dared to persuade him otherwise.

Kong Deming clicked his tongue and glanced disdainfully in the direction of the palace.

He gave a soft hum.

Tonight is the emperor's celebration, a general amnesty. He knows that the emperor's ascension to the throne was illegitimate, and he is trying to silence the people with benefits. Over the past five years, that guy has tested him countless times, and tonight is no exception.

The intention was quite clear: to humble himself and ask for his forgiveness.

After all, Lu Cheng was forced to leave back then and took the blame for such a big mistake. Lu Cheng was his apprentice, and although he had never made things difficult for him openly over the years, he had never paid any attention to him either.

Just thinking about Lu Cheng made Kong Deming sigh softly.

He owed that boy far too much.

If he had been more assertive back then and hadn't chosen to cower here for safety, his little apprentice wouldn't have been forcibly taken away by that old devil Zhongli Wu.

But... there are no "ifs".

The deed is done, and in the past five years, Lu Cheng has never visited him even once. It's unclear whether he resents him, or...

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, his body froze on the spot, and his expression changed unpredictably.

After a long while, he slowly turned around. His originally tall figure now seemed to have shrunk a bit. His gaze was fixed on the black-robed figure behind him. His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say. His face was somewhat excited as he stared intently at the black-robed figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Teacher, it's been a long time..."

The figure in black robes slowly lifted his cloak, revealing a young man with an almost otherworldly handsome face. He smiled and spoke slowly.

"Xiao...Xiao Cheng?" Kong Deming's throat bobbed, his voice trembling slightly.

His most outstanding, the boy on whom he placed his highest hopes, and the most gifted youth, finally reappeared before him after five years.

He's taller and thinner.

Five years. Do you know how you got through those five years?!

Lu Cheng shook his head, dismissing the inappropriate line from his mind. He didn't mean to criticize Kong Deming, after all, it was he who "voluntarily" chose to join the Holy Spirit Cult; otherwise, with his strength, he wouldn't have been outmaneuvered like this.

“You’ve grown up.” Kong Deming’s lips moved as he uttered a few words, but his face showed increasing regret and apology.

Compared to his former spirited young apprentice, whose face still showed some youthful naiveté, Lu Cheng now had a more composed demeanor, making him somewhat unfathomable even to someone as experienced in dealing with people as he was.

Clearly, this must have been achieved through fierce battles fought within the dark and treacherous environment of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Thinking about this made him feel even more guilty.

As a teacher, he failed to protect his students...

"I've come here to ask for your help, teacher," Lu Cheng said with a smile, making no attempt to hide his purpose.

"Who?" Kong Deming asked, slightly taken aback.

After all, in his eyes, even he couldn't understand his disciple's current strength, yet there was a time when his disciple needed his help.

"The Holy Angels Church, the Pope."

Lu Cheng said, word by word.

"Is it her?" Kong Deming took a deep breath, looking at Lu Cheng's nodding appearance, but he became more and more suspicious. He naturally knew how much of a threat that little girl who had risen to prominence in recent years had posed to the Holy Spirit Cult. She was simply a thorn in his side.

Lu Cheng is now asking for his protection, which means the Holy Spirit Cult is likely planning to take action against him soon.

But he couldn't understand why Lu Cheng, as the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult,...

“She is my only disciple,” Lu Cheng said with a light laugh, cutting through Kong Deming’s suspicions. He added quietly, “Speaking of which, she is also your grand-disciple.”

"..."

Kong Deming's face froze, staring at Lu Cheng in disbelief.

But soon, he exhaled a deep breath.

"Don't worry, unless I'm dead, no one can hurt her..."

Five years ago, Lu Cheng was forcibly taken away by the Holy Spirit Cult, which has always been a thorn in his side. Now, with his own disciple suffering misfortune, he can no longer stand by and watch.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, teacher."

Lu Cheng smiled.

Before leaving, he turned back and said, "Actually, I never blamed you for what happened back then..."

After saying that, he left Kong Deming standing there in a daze, his figure disappearing into the courtyard. He stared at the spot where Lu Cheng had disappeared for a long time, then looked up and tears streamed down his face.

Mingde Hall.

Jing Hongchen also received the message and declined the emperor's invitation to the banquet.

He went alone to the vicinity of the Holy Angel Church headquarters in order to provide support as quickly as possible.

……

The night was dark and the wind was high.

The outer edge of the Demon Forest.

At the summit of a mountain, dozens of figures in black robes stood in rows.

Leading the group were Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, and Lu Cheng.

The three figures in black robes caused the other evil spirit masters to kneel on one knee, their faces filled with fanaticism. This is the true strength of my Holy Spirit Sect!

"Walk."

With Ye Xishui's command.

Almost all of the Holy Spirit Cult's high-level forces were mobilized, with the lowest level being Soul Douluo-level powerhouses. The aura of just a few dozen people overwhelmed an entire army of hundreds of thousands.

Looking across this continent, each of them is a powerful figure capable of dominating a region, but now, they have all come together.

The Holy Spirit Cult's true nature is indeed more terrifying than many people imagine.

The actions were orderly and solemn, with no one making a sound.

Only the jet-black robe fluttered in the wind.

The Holy Angel Church headquarters was very conspicuous, and the group arrived in no time. Tonight was the Sun and Moon Emperor's victory celebration, so it was also the time when the defense of Mingdu was at its most relaxed. They crossed the border of Mingdu without much effort.

Lu Cheng merely blinked, and many of the Sun Moon Empire's garrison soldiers, whose expressions had drastically changed, collapsed to the ground in droves.

Ye Xishui smiled, not killing anyone, and indifferently looked down at the brightly lit Mingdu and the imperial city.

This trip can also be considered a warning to that old emperor.

They want to cultivate a new force to counterbalance them?

Hehe... well, we'll see if there's a backlash. Do you really think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be an enemy of the Holy Spirit Cult?

"go!"

With a flick of her sleeve, she charged ahead towards the main altar of the Holy Angel Church.

He then pulled out a strange, pitch-black tower that was more than ten stories high. His expression was calm, and after a few seconds of charging, the bottom layer of the tower gradually lit up, and terrifying power gathered within it.

Meanwhile, countless souls struggled frantically, wailing and screaming, but they seemed to be firmly bound by the tower, unable to break free, and could only become waste.

"Boom!!!"

A single shot was fired at its magnificent, palace-like building.

It tore it apart in an instant.

Countless powerful members of the Holy Angel Church were instantly killed, and blood flowed from the ruins.

"Another bunch of plump souls!" Ye Xishui laughed heartily, her face slightly manic.

These are all top-quality souls, enough to make up for her loss this time.

"brute!"

A beam of crimson-gold light suddenly pierced through the ruins, and a dazzling figure stood between heaven and earth. The beauty was not disheveled by Ye Xishui's sudden attack. She was still dressed in a golden robe, noble and elegant, but her face showed a hint of anger.

After all, no one expected that the Holy Spirit Cult would launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night.

This attack caused the deaths of many powerful members of the Holy Angels Church, severely damaging their reputation.

Meanwhile.

Ye Guyi stared coldly at the group of black-robed men opposite her.

His expression remained steadfast and fearless.

With a raised hand, a beam of light descended upon the earth, rapidly healing the wounds of countless injured people. The souls that were about to be taken into the Death God Tower by Ye Xishui were also forcibly pulled back in an instant.

"Oh? Interesting..." Ye Xishui's eyes narrowed slightly.

She felt threatened for the first time.

This girl had grown to the point where even she had to be careful around her; in her, she saw the light of a god…

"Angel God? No, the Angel God's divine position was shattered by the Asura God ten thousand years ago, and its divine fragments were scattered across the earth. This girl wants to... become a god through faith?!"

Ye Xishui's pupils suddenly contracted. She was already one of the few people in this world who were closest to the gods, and she had a certain understanding of the gods and the essence of this world. Therefore, with her knowledge, she saw through the girl's intentions at a glance.

No wonder she didn't develop in a sneaky way, but instead chose to openly and honestly oppose the Holy Spirit Cult.

It is precisely for the purpose of absorbing "faith".

At this moment, her divine nature is just beginning to take shape. If she continues to be allowed to develop unchecked, she might actually achieve godhood one day.

"Do it! Kill her!" Ye Xishui shouted.

Dozens of powerful figures in black robes from the Holy Spirit Cult rushed downwards to fight alongside the powerful figures from the Holy Angel Church.

Ye Guyi showed no fear and engaged in a water battle with Ye Xishui, the Limit Douluo.

And it only took a few seconds.

The battlefield then became completely out of control.

Countless Mingde Hall experts clad in soul-guided mechs surged into the area and joined the battle. Even Jing Hongchen, the head of Mingde Hall, joined the battle, possessing combat power comparable to a level 98 Super Douluo, instantly turning the tide of the entire battlefield.