Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

He was no nobody. Although he looked young and resembled a boy, he was actually over a hundred years old and belonged to the Spirit Hall.

The Fifth Worshipper of the Hall of Offerings, a level 96 peak Douluo of the Power Attack type, the Light Feather Douluo.

"Guangling, why don't you take them down directly? Are you just going to let them escape?" a woman who looked to be in her late twenties asked coldly.

This is a female Soul Master with short hair. She exudes the unique Soul Power fluctuations of a Title Douluo, and a faint orange-red flame slowly burns around her.

She wore a black leather armor, with a decoration on her chest resembling a bat, and two transparent ribbons connecting it to her waist, which was also wrapped with black ribbons.

The black leather armor was decorated with strange patterns, and a pair of fair, jade-like thighs were faintly visible under the black leather armor skirt, making the whole person look like a bewitching enchantress.

Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 96 peak Attack-type Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo.

“Lingyuan, why are you in such a hurry? They’re just two rats in a gutter. Where can they escape to? Besides, this is a rare opportunity. They’re bound to die eventually anyway. So let me have some fun.”

A confident smile appeared on Guangling Douluo's lips; he felt himself gradually becoming excited.

"I really don't want to talk about you, always playing this hunter-prey game. Anyway, His Holiness the Pope has made it very clear that these evil soul masters do not need to be tried and can be executed on the spot. If you let them escape, you can expect to be punished when you get back," Ling Yuan Douluo said coldly.

"Since you don't like what I'm doing, you can just take action now. Those two are definitely doomed," said Guangling Douluo nonchalantly.

He wasn't afraid of Ling Yuan Douluo's threats at all. He belonged to the Hall of Worship, and if anyone wanted to punish him, they would have to ask the Grand Elder. It wasn't something the Pope of the Spirit Hall could just decide to do.

Moreover.

If it weren't for Emperor Qinghe, the highest-ranking figure in the Heavenly Dou Empire, secretly mobilizing the power of the Qian family, I wouldn't have come here at all, nor would I have had to argue with this annoying woman.

“I’m not as bored as you. I’m waiting for the people behind them. Once they’re all together, I’ll take them all down in one fell swoop.”

Lingyuan Douluo's tone remained cold, not because she was born that way, but mainly because Guangling Douluo came from the Hall of Offerings, and as an elder of the Spirit Hall, she couldn't stand him.

Wherever there are people, there are conflicts; wherever there are people, there are factions; wherever there are people, there are disagreements.

Although both sides come from the Spirit Hall, the Offering Hall is more like a private force of thousands of families. Only the many elders of the Spirit Hall are truly working for the Spirit Hall all along.

"Fine, I won't argue with you about this. Lingyuan, you don't need to say anything more. We'll listen to you. We'll each track down one of them, and it would be best to eradicate this group of evil spirit masters at all."

After saying this, Guangling Douluo disappeared from the spot.

.......

Two days later.

Star Luo Empire, Dragon Rising City, outside the city.

"Teacher Zhao, weren't we doing just fine in Soto City? Why did we suddenly come to the Star Luo Empire and rebuild Shrek Academy here?"

The speaker was dressed in a simple gray outfit, had neat short hair, and a pair of large, almond-shaped eyes with deep-set sockets, giving him a profound look.

With a face like jade, handsome and harmonious, with eyebrows of moderate thickness, and a cynical smile on his face, he looked like a dashing nobleman.

He was Oscar, a fourth-ring Soul Master.

"Hahaha, Soto City is just a small place after all. It is only a city within the Barak Kingdom and is far less prosperous than the cities in the Star Luo Empire."

This is a middle-aged man in his forties. Although his appearance is very ordinary, he has an extremely sturdy build.

He wasn't tall, but he gave off a powerful aura. His broad shoulders were like city walls, and his brown leather jacket couldn't hide his massive, steel-like muscles.

Although his facial expression was amiable, his robust physique gave people a strong sense of oppression.

The middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Wuji, nicknamed "Immovable King." He was once a notorious troublemaker in the world of soul masters, and his reputation was notorious.

He was once very unlucky, mistakenly identified as an evil spirit master who slaughtered civilians. Coupled with his bad reputation in the past, he was directly labeled as an evil spirit master by the Spirit Hall.

After barely escaping the siege of sixteen black-robed bishops, he disappeared from the Douluo Continent for a full ten years.

During this time, Zhao Wuji did not dare to show his face until the Spirit Hall found the real culprit who had killed civilians.

However, his nature was hard to change, and he unintentionally injured Titan's younger brother, the patriarch of the Power Clan, causing the latter to be crippled.

Enraged, Titan began a frenzied pursuit of the incorrigible Zhao Wuji, determined to seek justice for his kinsman.

pity.

Titan ultimately failed to achieve his goal. Zhao Wuji met his close friend Flander, and the two founded Shrek Academy together, with Flander serving as the dean and Zhao Wuji as the vice dean.

At this time.

Zhao Wuji was protected by Flander, a level 83 Soul Douluo. After much consideration, Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan, gave up the pursuit and had no choice but to suffer this loss.

It wasn't that he didn't want revenge, but he was the only member of the Power Clan, while Flander wasn't alone. In his early years, he was the Flying Horn of the Golden Triangle.

Leaving aside that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang, the woman who founded Blue Tyrant Academy was not only an eight-ring Soul Douluo herself, but also had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan standing behind her.

Therefore.

No matter how unwilling Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan, was, he could only helplessly give up his idea of ​​revenge in the end.

"But, Teacher Zhao, the Heavenly Dou Empire also has many cities..."

Oscar looked puzzled. He felt something was off, a really strange feeling, as if Zhao Wuji was hiding something from him.

“Xiao Ao, you don’t understand. Didn’t the news reports it? That joint investigation committee seems to be specifically for investigating corruption and bribery, as well as cracking down on organized crime.” Zhao Wuji patted his chest and said loudly.

"Teacher Zhao, what does this have to do with us?" Oscar asked curiously.

Regarding this issue...

Zhao Wuji pondered for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Xiao Ao, you know that the dean is a money-grubber. He often takes people's tuition fees but then doesn't collect them back. Isn't he afraid of getting into trouble with this joint investigation committee?"

"I see," Oscar said, suddenly realizing.

He was naturally unaware that the current joint investigation committee, consisting of over a hundred people, was now so dead that even a single complete corpse could not be pieced together.

It's normal not to know.

This news was unknown not only to him, but even to Dong Qing.

the difference is.

Oscar was neither capable of knowing, nor was Dongqing interested in knowing.

"So, Xiao Ao, you need to understand..."

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a life-or-death crisis surged into his heart, and his body uncontrollably activated the Martial Soul Possession.

He was covered in a thick layer of brown fur, was over five meters tall, had bulging muscles, and his brown-yellow eyes exuded a domineering aura.

His large hands became exceptionally wide and heavy, and his muscles swelled up in an exaggerated way, making him look like a real giant bear.

next second.

In the vast, boundless azure sky, a sharp, ice-blue arrow, over a meter long, shot mercilessly toward Zhao Wuji's heart.

This arrow was incredibly fast; dodging it was impossible.

"Little Ao, get out of the way."

Zhao Wuji shoved Oscar away forcefully, then unleashed his soul power, forcibly twisting his body to barely avoid hitting his heart and averting the tragedy of being hit by two enemies at once.

"Thud..." The sound of a sharp arrow piercing flesh.

Zhao Wuji's burly body looked like a thin newspaper in the face of this ice-blue arrow; a light poke with a finger could easily make a hole in it.

"interesting!"

A crisp sound came from the boundless blue sky. Before Zhao Wuji could trace the source of the sound, six sharp arrows shot down from the sky, seemingly intent on killing him.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!" Zhao Wuji roared.

With his angry roar, layer upon layer of soul power slowly emerged on his body, forming a thick and hard armor with excellent defensive capabilities.

However, it was all in vain. The six icy blue arrows easily pierced Zhao Wuji's chest and limbs in the next second, pinning him firmly to the ground.

In an instant.

Blood gushed out. Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Oscar, but in the end he said nothing and died with his eyes wide open.

"Teacher Zhao!!!" Oscar exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Before he could decide whether to run away or help, an ice-blue arrow appeared from behind him.

"Pfft..." The sound of flesh being pierced.

He felt no pain, only an emptiness. Oscar looked down at his chest, at the fist-sized gash that had almost torn him apart.

He was still alive, but he was also dead.

With such a large gash in his chest, there was no chance of survival; his body simply hadn't yet reacted.

.......

the other side.

Outside Tiandou City.

"Dean, the quality of the brothels in Tiandou City is the highest I have ever been to, much better than that small place, Soto City."

The speaker was a fat man with a thick, red head of hair that stood on end. His face was round and chubby, and his belly looked like it contained a ball. He couldn't even see his feet when he looked down.

He is none other than Ma Hongjun, who possesses the mutated martial soul, the Evil Fire Phoenix. In order to resolve the evil fire within his body, he frequently needs to visit shady brothels and brothels.

Although this is a flaw in his martial soul, Ma Hongjun himself does not think so. On the contrary, he sees it as a special talent. He likes and appreciates the evil fire that can burn anytime and anywhere.

Men are strong in that area, those who know, know.

But what Ma Hongjun didn't know was...

Since this evil fire is caused by the inherent flaws of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, how could it be without any side effects? He is merely overdrawing his life force in advance.

At the same time, due to the side effects of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, he will never have a normal human body and will be stuck with this fat and greasy appearance for the rest of his life.

In addition, he often has to go to low-class places to quell his evil desires, so he is almost destined to never have true love in his life and can only watch others live happily ever after.

Besides these.

In the future, due to the flaws of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, Ma Hongjun will find it difficult to break through the level 90 limit, and at most he will only be a Soul Douluo of around level 80 for the rest of his life.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people.

Eight rings of Soul Douluo is already quite good, but you have to know that Ma Hongjun awakened the mutated martial soul Evil Fire Phoenix, which definitely has the potential to reach level 90 soul power.

Unfortunately, he has no chance now. The evil fire within him has consumed too much of his vital energy, making it insufficient for him to break through to level 90 in soul power in the future.

how to say.

Because of the inherent flaws of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, sometimes it is indeed necessary to eliminate the evil fire, but once every ten days or half a month is actually sufficient.