Chapter 204: Sea God Pavilion: Let the Spirit Transmission Tower and Holy Spirit Cult Fight Like Dogs!
As a rare soundwave-type soul master, Han Yun Douluo's ancient zither held the power to shake the heavens and distort the skies.
It allowed her to act both as a support-type auxiliary soul master and as a devastating offensive powerhouse through her sonic waves.
And as Qian Gu Qingfeng's wife, their bond and cooperation had only deepened over time, making them an exceptionally well-coordinated pair in battle.
Though she didn't directly assist Qian Gu Dongfeng, merely sitting to one side and playing her Han Yun Guqin was enough to amplify the strength of every ally present.
Spirit surged through the battlefield, morale soaring.
At this point, the Holy Spirit Cult was simply no match for the Spirit Transmission Tower.
And this wasn't even the Tower's full strength—merely a portion of what they could truly unleash.
But it was enough to annihilate the Holy Spirit Cult.
With another Limit Douluo, Qian Gu Dongfeng, guarding the perimeter, not a single cult member could escape—they could only fight to the death.
Otherwise, what awaited them was the destruction of a Limit Douluo's divine-level strike.
"Qingfeng, let's talk this out," the Ghost Emperor started.
But his plea was answered only by another Nether Slash cutting toward him.
"Save your breath—die!"
A sinister purple-black light blade tore through the void, and the Ghost Emperor's expression twisted with shock.
"Today, I, Qian Gu Qingfeng—shall slay the Emperor!"
As one of the few quasi-gods who had never faced Yun Ming, he carried an unparalleled pride.
He believed his strength was not inferior to Yun Ming's.
If not for Qian Gu Dongfeng's strategic restraint keeping him from public attention, he might already be famous across the continent.
He had little interest in fame or fortune; he was content living quietly with his wife.
But as one of the continent's top experts, how could he not possess pride?
He had parted from the millennium-old Qian Gu Clan long ago after being neglected and rejected by them.
Twenty years of quiet refinement had allowed him to rise above, slapping his once-favored elder brother's efforts into the dust.
Now, as a quasi-god himself, his strength rivaled even his detested father's.
"So, how would you prefer to die?"
The Purgatory Halberd, wreathed in purple flames, leveled steadily at the Ghost Emperor.
"Fourth Soul Strike—Purgatory Roar!"
Eighteen waves of dark brilliance erupted around him.
This time, dozens—no, hundreds—of Nether Slashes swept toward the Ghost Emperor at once.
"Damn it! Why hasn't the Underworld King returned yet?!"
The Ghost Emperor had sent a message early on—to the Holy Spirit Cult's vice-leader, the Underworld King, Halosa!
A quasi-god himself, Halosa was the Cult's strongest figure besides the slumbering Demon Emperor, overseeing the Xingluo Federation.
But lately, as the Cult's branches had contracted, several critical plans required his support. The message had long been sent—yet no response had come.
Could something have gone wrong…?
Xingluo Continent, at sea.
Two figures faced each other across the waves—one clad in white, the other in black.
One held a sword, the other a spear.
All around them, the world was silent.
The black-clad one was none other than the Holy Spirit Cult's Vice-Cult Master—Underworld King Halosa!
His snow-pale skin and unnaturally handsome face glimmered with a ghostly hue, like the envoy of the underworld itself. His eyes locked coldly on the man before him.
"Yun Ming, let me go. Or don't blame me if I show no mercy to Shrek Academy!"
Though Yun Ming was known as the strongest man on the continent, Halosa had already reached Limit Douluo when Yun Ming hadn't even been born.
Once, with a cultivation of Rank 95, he'd escaped from Shrek's former Sea God Pavilion Master, Heaven's Blessing Douluo Bei Lao, even wounding him. Later, it had taken a combined effort from Light-Dark Douluo Long Yeyue, the previous Tower Master of the Spirit Transmission Tower, and Bei Lao himself to subdue him.
Just a younger generation brat—nothing impressive!
If not for the urgency of the moment, Halosa might have enjoyed testing himself against this so-called Number One of the Continent.
Yun Ming stood calmly, Heaven's Spear in hand, his expression serene.
"Evil Soul Masters deserve death."
Bang!
Even a single exchange of aura was enough for both to gauge the other's power.
Halosa said coldly, "The Spirit Transmission Tower has attacked our headquarters. Let me go, or Shrek Academy will pay the price!"
Yun Ming's silence was his answer—the spear in his hand struck forward without hesitation.
Evil soul masters.
Must. Die.
"Damn you!"
From afar, the elders of the Sea God Pavilion watched, anxiety creasing their faces.
They had recognized him—the Underworld King Halosa.
The same one who had once escaped even Bei Lao's grasp, leaving him wounded. Now he had returned, stronger than ever.
"We can't let the Pavilion Master waste his life. There's no need to stop him. Didn't the Spirit Transmission Tower already move to handle it?"
"Heh, the Tower attacking the Holy Spirit Cult's base? Let them tear each other apart like dogs!"
Most elders of the Sea God Pavilion harbored no goodwill toward the Spirit Transmission Tower.
After all, Shrek Academy had once held shares in the Tower, only to be completely squeezed out later.
The legacy of Ice and Spirit Douluo should have belonged to Shrek, yet the Tower seized it—and even restricted Shrek's students from obtaining soul spirits.
The relationship between Long Yeyue and the previous Tower Master had eventually turned them into mortal enemies.
Ever since the Tower sided with the Federation, the two powers had been like water and fire.
So why not let the Tower and the Cult destroy each other?
One elder frowned. "Then why don't you go tell the Pavilion Master that?"
The leading elder immediately shut his mouth.
During meetings, one could still debate the Pavilion Master's decisions—that was part of the structure.
But once it involved battle commands or outside threats, Yun Ming held absolute authority.
"That fool…"
After a few brief exchanges, Halosa realized the truth.
He couldn't defeat Yun Ming.
Nor could he escape.
This stubborn idiot wouldn't be swayed by temptation or logic.
Since when had Shrek Academy become so protective of the Spirit Transmission Tower?
Weren't they supposed to be bitter enemies?
He didn't realize that Yun Ming had only one conviction—evil soul masters must die.
It was his duty as the strongest man alive.
And his obligation as the Sea God Pavilion's Master.
"Kill!"
Halosa's face darkened. Out of options, he unleashed his domain—
Netherworld Rebirth Domain!
Centered around him, twelve gray gateways materialized from thin air, spreading across a hundred-meter radius.
The instant they opened, time itself seemed to freeze. Even Yun Ming's movements were momentarily affected.
His eyes narrowed in surprise.
From the gates emerged twelve warriors clad in thick black-gray armor, leaving only glowing blue eyes visible.
Each bore a monstrous shield in one hand and a heavy sword in the other, each shield carved into the visage of a different beast.
The warriors stood nearly four meters tall, and their sheer presence radiated oppressive might.
They were twelve bone warriors nurtured alongside his martial soul—each possessing power on par with Super Douluo!
"By my command—kill them all!"
(END CHAPTER)
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