"Hiss~"
"Ouch ouch ouch ouch!!!"
"Partner, are you trying to kill me?"
A gasp echoed in the antique-style room as Bai E's azure eyes widened in pain.
On the competition stage, the activation of the Destruction Flame and the adrenaline had minimized Bai E's pain.
But upon returning to the rest area in Star Luo Square, the overload from the first activation of the Destruction Flame, along with the injuries and fatigue from the competition, all rushed over him.
Feng Jin had offered to help heal him, but seeing her own exhaustion, Bai E refused.
He was more worried about his partner's condition than his own pain.
On the scales of fate, Bai E's choice remained unchanged: he would unhesitatingly choose his companion.
Amon understood this, which was why he created the illusion that struck Bai E's soul directly.
Attacking him directly is enough to keep this guy at bay with Amon forever, but attacking his companions in front of him is the only way to truly ignite his rage and destructive intent.
Medemos frowned, squeezed Bai'er's wrist, and said,
"Minor problem, wrist dislocated."
Then he placed his palm on Bai'er's chest, slightly sensing with his mental power, and said,
"There seems to be some fracture in the ribs, but the heartbeat is normal, and the lungs are functioning fine."
"Overall, there shouldn't be any major problems."
"Come on, put your hand out, I'll set your bones."
Bai'er tremblingly stretched out his wrist and said,
"Partner, you should know medicine, right?"
"Don't kill me with your treatment."
Medemos's brow twitched, and an impatient look appeared in his golden eyes.
He grabbed Bai'er's wrist and began to violently set his bones, saying,
"Stop dawdling, are you a child?!"
"Setting bones, do you think I'd kill you?"
"Don't scream, just bear the pain."
Bai'er was about to scream when Medemos stuffed a wad of towel into his mouth with his free hand, and he could only let out a "woof woof" sound.
A crisp crunch of bones echoed in the room.
Medmus released his grip, pulling the towel from his mouth as he did so, saying,
"Twist your hand, try it?"
Bai'er twisted his wrist, exclaiming in surprise, "
It's really healed!"
"I didn't know! Medmus, you have this skill!"
"I think we could open a massage parlor in Shrek City.
With your superb techniques, I think it would be very profitable!"
Medemos leaned against the wall and said indifferently,
"Then what are you doing?"
"If I'm here for a massage, it's because I have a future in the business.
What does it have to do with you?"
Bai'er said righteously,
"Creativity and inspiration!"
"Teacher Xia once said that creativity and inspiration are the key to success!"
Medemos was too lazy to look at him anymore.
If one day he really needed to do something to make a living, he would rather open a big restaurant than some damn massage parlor.
Being a chef would be more fulfilling than massaging.
"It seems you two are recovering well."
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a soft female voice entered their ears.
Bright sunlight shone on the newcomer's golden hair, giving it a touch of romance.
Aglaia entered the room, looking at the two of them with an elegant smile.
Bai'er hurriedly tried to get up to greet Aglaia.
"Teacher Aglaia!"
A few strands of golden silk gently pressed him back onto the bed. Aglaia said softly,
"Don't worry about those tedious formalities."
"The injured need to rest and recover."
"Someone will come soon to give you systematic treatment.
You should know who it is; it's Elder Zhuang from the Sea God Pavilion."
"The academy sent him?"
Bai E scratched his head, asking doubtfully,
"Sigh, Elder Zhuang?
Isn't this a bit too much of a fuss?"
"Actually, once Feng Jin has rested, the healing-type Soul Masters from the Star Luo Empire will be enough for us to heal his injuries."
Aglaia crossed her arms, her light blue-yellow eyes looking at the boy with the bright, sunny smile before her.
It was hard to imagine that he possessed the most violent power in the world—destruction.
Fortunately, no matter which world he was in, he had never changed; the power of destruction was always for the sake of tomorrow.
"Your last battle with Zheng Tian Academy shocked the entire continent."
"It was just a round-robin tournament, but you played with the spirit of a final."
"The power of divinity, the power of destruction, the power of death, the power of time, the power of space, and that unprecedented six-in-one martial soul fusion skill have already topped the trending searches on the Magic Network."
"Now everyone on the Magic Network calls you Brother Lieyang."
"The academy has naturally seen your performance.
The destructive stance you displayed at the end worried the Sea God Pavilion.
The power of destruction is too dangerous, so they sent Elder Zhuang to examine you."
"Two Title Douluos accompanied you, after all, the death power that Xia Die displayed is very attractive to evil soul masters."
Bai E hurriedly straightened up and said quickly:
"Evil soul masters?!"
"'Have they already started making their move?'
"Xia Die should be alright, right?"
Aglaya helplessly pressed him back down with her golden silk and comforted him, saying:
"Don't worry about Die."
"She will be safer than anyone else."
"There is no one in this world who can harm her for the time being."
Aglaya knew how much Huo Yuhao doted on Xia Die. If Bai E was in trouble, she would not be in trouble either.
A group of evil spirit masters whose underwear had been completely exposed—if they could get close to Xia Die, Adam wouldn't need to live anymore, and Huo Yuhao and the God of Death could have their names engraved on the prison gates.
According to Otto's information, Xia Die's death power had indeed attracted Ye Xishui's attention.
She called herself the Death God Douluo, believing her research on death power was unparalleled on the continent.
Seeing Xia Die's displayed death power on the magic network, she was immediately astonished.
That pure, unadulterated death power made Ye Xishui's face contort with jealousy.
This madwoman laughed maniacally in the hall, lamenting the injustice of heaven and earth.
For the sake of death power, she had slaughtered millions of civilians!
The blood on her hands almost seeped into the lines of her palms, and she constantly endured the wails and curses of wronged souls. Even after all this, the death power had never favored her; the death power she could use had severe side effects.
Every time she unleashed the power of death, she felt a chill that penetrated to her very bones, and countless vengeful spirits tried to drag her into the underworld for eternal damnation!
Right now, she was still a Limit Douluo, at her peak, and the chilling power of death and those countless vengeful spirits couldn't harm her.
But once she entered her decline, this power of death and the resentment of those spirits would be enough to give her a severe beating!
Even in death, her soul would never find peace, for the power of death generated by slaughter and vengeful spirits would entangle her soul like a bone-deep infection.
Until her soul was completely annihilated, any release would require a deity to intervene and save her soul.
Unfortunately, even if the Holy Spirit worshipped by the Holy Spirit Cult existed, it was inextricably linked to Tang San, who wouldn't care about a mere Limit Douluo.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't become a god; she lacked the potential to become a god, and Tang San wouldn't even give her a second glance—just an ant.
Furthermore, due to the death power generated from slaughter and vengeful spirits, she was considered a pure heretic in the eyes of the God of Death.
This death power, tainted with an alien aura, was more unpalatable than stone.
In this universe, slaughter belonged to the Asura God's position, and vengeful spirits to the Rakshasa God's position.
To expect the God of Death's recognition with such adulterated death power was utterly delusional.
The God of Death didn't actively eliminate dissidents because of its limited interference in the material world.
Moreover, killing her would taint the God's divine power, a feeling as disgusting as swatting a cockroach with one's bare hand.
Therefore, even without Xia Die, Ye Xishui was the lowest priority in inheriting the God of Death's position!
In the God of Death's eyes, even the Healer Douluo Wang Xian'er had a higher priority; at least her understanding of death power was achieved through the transformation of life force, purer than that of slaughter and vengeful spirits.
Otto sent the list of attacking evil soul masters to Huo Yuhao and Adam.
The Seventh Elder, Masked Douluo, led the operation, accompanied by five Soul Douluos and twelve Soul Saints.
Detailed information was gathered, including whether they had wives, where their children lived, what underwear they wore that day, and what they ate for breakfast—Otto handed it all over.
As long as they were his own people, Otto was absolutely trustworthy; his abilities were beyond question.
Hearing Aglaia's words, Bai'e breathed a sigh of relief and said,
"It's good that everything's alright."
If the evil Soul Masters dared to attack Xia Die and the others, Bai'e would risk his life to unleash his Destruction Stance again, bringing that bastards a blazing sun of destruction.
"By the way, Teacher Aglaia, how are things at Zheng Tian Academy?"
"Those strange twelve-segmented transparent worms inside them."
Bai'e's gaze was grave; just thinking about those strange worms made him extremely angry and his scalp tingled.
Aglaia sighed inwardly. She knew the whole truth, then said softly,
"The Star Luo Royal Family already knows the details."
"They take this incident very seriously and will find out the truth."
"The Zheng Tian Academy team members are still unconscious.
We'll only know what they went through when they wake up."
"But in my opinion, it's all in vain. They won't leave any evidence."
"Neither we nor they know much about our enemy."
Bai E nodded, then said earnestly,
"Next time I encounter Gehrman, I will definitely cut off his head."
(End of Chapter)
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