Chapter 65 Yun Ming: Evil Soul Masters deserve to die!
There's a reason why the Holy Spirit Cult was able to take root and grow in the Sun Moon Empire.
Even the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy has students planted by the Holy Spirit Cult.
Dean Jing Hongchen was naturally aware of this matter, but the relationship between the royal family and the Holy Spirit Church was intricate, and he had no way to completely expel them, so he could only turn a blind eye.
Nightmare Douluo, the eighth elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, a level 91 titled Douluo.
The Sun Moon Empire suddenly began training Soul Masters, and the Holy Spirit Cult also paid close attention to this matter.
Although the National Soul Master Class Competition was just a competition among children, he still managed to sneak into the academy to gather information.
He hadn't paid much attention to the matter before, but unexpectedly, he discovered a promising talent this time.
With his mental strength, he naturally couldn't discern what Shui Ling's martial soul was.
However, after her opponent's soul power decreased, her soul power increased, and this change did not escape the eyes of Nightmare.
Therefore, he concluded that Shui Ling was a promising candidate for evil spirit master, and even planned to train her as a future saintess.
Out of "respect" for Jing Hongchen, a titled Douluo, Nightmare did not take action at the academy.
Shui Ling left the academy for tonight's auction, and Nightmare seized the opportunity to finally take control of her.
Nightmare was unconcerned about Shui Ling's resistance; once she was brought back to the Holy Church, there were plenty of ways to integrate her into their family.
However, Nightmare underestimated Shui Ling's talent and failed to seal her soul power, which gave her the opportunity to ask Kong Xuan for help through her martial soul.
This has led to the current situation!
"Since you're going to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
"As long as I spare your life, even the Silver Moon Douluo wouldn't dare to act recklessly in my Holy Sect!"
Nightmare Douluo's patience ran out. He snorted coldly, and with his withered fingers grabbed at the air. Instantly, the pitch-black soul power condensed into a giant ghost claw, which descended upon Kong Xuan's head.
The pressure of a Title Douluo is like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down. Even with just a simple application of soul power, it surpasses the power of ordinary soul master's soul skills.
However, just as the ghostly claw was about to touch Kong Xuan...
"Zheng..."
A clear, melodious buzzing sound echoed through the night sky.
Suddenly, the silver pendant around Kong Xuan's neck lit up, and countless starlight-like runes surged out, weaving into a dazzling star map around him.
The ghost claw struck the star map, but it vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
"What?!"
Nightmare Douluo's crimson pupils suddenly contracted, clearly not expecting that he would have to use a second move to deal with a mere second-ring child.
"A level nine defensive soul tool, it seems Kong Deming really values you!"
Sleepy Douluo's voice was deep. At this moment, the starlight gradually dissipated, turning into a semi-transparent light shield that enveloped Kong Xuan. The surface of the light shield was covered with patterns like the Milky Way.
This was the first level-nine defensive soul tool that Kong Deming gave to Kong Xuan—Starlight Guardian.
That's right, it's the first one. Kong Xuan has more than just this one defensive soul tool.
Therefore, Nightmare Douluo definitely underestimated Kong Deming's regard for Kong Xuan.
He had no idea that in Kong Deming's eyes, his grandson was not just a talented person, but a future god!
So if the nightmare really hurt Kong Xuan, even if it didn't kill him, Kong Deming would definitely explode!
The Holy Spirit Cult is indeed very powerful, with more than a dozen titled Douluo-level experts and two Limit Douluo at level ninety-nine.
Kong Deming was only level 94, not even a Super Douluo.
However, Ye Xishui, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, knew Kong Deming's terrifying strength and was also very wary of him.
If Ye Xishui knew what Nightmare was doing, she would probably want to kill it with a single Death Ray.
After all, if Kong Deming were angered, the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult would likely face the risk of being bombarded by level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannons.
"I'd like to see how many of my attacks your defensive soul tool can withstand."
Nightmare's face darkened, and his fifth soul skill was ready to be unleashed. A dark vortex spun wildly in his palm, as if it were about to devour the entire night sky.
The terrifying aura of the Title Douluo froze the air within a hundred meters radius, causing trees to twist and crack under the pressure, and the ground to develop spiderweb-like cracks.
However, just as he was about to unleash this devastating blow...
Kong Xuan, who was inside the soul guide shield, flipped his right hand, and a cylindrical object, dark silver in color and engraved with blood-red runes, slid out from the spatial soul guide device.
Nightmare Douluo's movements suddenly froze, his crimson eyes contracted violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
Since the Holy Spirit Cult has taken root in Sun and Moon, it naturally needs to adapt to local characteristics for development. Therefore, these evil soul masters are quite knowledgeable about soul tools.
Therefore, he immediately recognized the terrifying nature of this shell. It was a strategic weapon capable of severely injuring a Super Douluo, a level nine fixed-position soul-guided shell!
"Senior, let us leave, or else..."
Kong Xuan held the cannonball in one hand, his soul power surging in the other, a crazy smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Otherwise, let's test the power of this thing."
His voice was soft, but it sent a chill down the spine of the Sleeping Douluo.
The withered hand, trembling slightly, flashed with fear for the first time in its crimson pupils.
"Boy..." Nightmare Douluo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You think you can threaten me like this?"
Kong Xuan did not answer, but increased the output of soul power in his right hand, and the blood-red runes on the surface of the level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell began to glow with a dangerous light.
The night breeze seemed to freeze.
A bead of cold sweat slid down the forehead of Sleepy Douluo, who sensed a resolute determination to perish together with Kong Xuan in his eyes.
But in reality, Kong Xuan was just bluffing. He was a man who valued his life and would never die together with his opponent.
And at that very moment.
"alright!"
A gentle yet authoritative voice, like a clear spring, resounded directly in Kong Xuan's mind: "He is not worth you doing this."
The moment the teacher's voice echoed in Kong Xuan's mind, he felt a vast, ocean-like power suddenly surge into his body.
This power belongs to Yun Ming, the quasi-god and the master of the Sea God Pavilion ten thousand years later.
Kong Xuan's body was glowing, in the literal sense.
The incandescent light almost tore through the night sky; every inch of his meridians and every drop of his blood was boiling, as if thousands of stars were exploding within his body.
"Evil spirit masters deserve to die!"
Yun Ming's voice was icy cold, like a declaration of divine punishment.
The scene of the Holy Spirit Cult attacking Shrek Academy with a level 12 fixed-mount soul guide cannon ten thousand years later flashed through his mind. He remembered Kong Xuan saying yesterday that Ya Li burned her life in the final battle and perished together with the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult.
At this moment, his hatred and anger towards the Holy Spirit Church reached their peak.
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