"Who goes there?!"
The Masked Douluo jumped up like a mouse seeing a cat, quickly dodging to the other side of the rooftop.
The burly man kneeling on the ground, a Soul Saint, also narrowed his eyes and scrambled to the Masked Douluo's side.
Neither he nor the Masked Douluo, a Title Douluo, sensed Adam's arrival.
The Masked Douluo looked at Adam standing casually before him, fine beads of sweat forming beneath his white mask.
His Demonic Maggot Martial Soul had devoured countless biological brains and countless souls, his hands stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands of humans.
In other words, which genuine Evil Soul Master Title Douluo wasn't a mass murderer?
Some members of the Hall of Offerings were exceptions; they were caught between Evil Soul Masters and normal Soul Masters.
A group of guys who couldn't be accepted by normal Soul Masters and had no choice but to join the Evil Soul Masters.
Because of his consumption of brains and souls, his mental strength far surpassed that of other Title Douluos of the same level.
According to Huo Yuhao's mental strength ranking, he was at the Spirit Abyss Realm.
While this might not be significant in ten thousand years, it was a level only high-ranking Soul Douluos of the Spirit Attribute could reach at this time.
Even so, in his mental perception, the place where Adam was was clearly empty!
There should be nothing there! Mental strength doesn't lie, yet his eyes clearly saw a blond priest!
Adam's clear golden eyes stared at him calmly, his gaze unabashedly scanning the Masked Douluo's entire body, making him very uncomfortable.
"Just a blond priest."
"Or perhaps, the brother of your target."
"So, can you tell me what you want to do?"
The voice remained emotionless, the golden eyes unwavering, as if looking at two corpses.
The Masked Douluo's pupils contracted beneath his mask, inwardly cursing the Holy Spirit Cult's intelligence-gathering and information-providing saints.
"Damn it! Who gathered this intelligence?!"
"Wasn't it said that the Death Saintess was the only daughter of Spirit Ice Douluo?"
"Where did this brother come from?!" "
The so-called Passion Organization and the Xilu City forces should only have one Super Douluo."
"They're utterly insignificant compared to the Holy Church."
"Where did this guy come from?"
"A Soul Master who can conceal their form to this extent must at least be a Title Douluo with a spiritual attribute!"
"I've never heard of this person's reputation on the continent!"
Masked Douluo looked at Adam in front of him and said,
"Sir, since you are the brother of the Death Saintess, we are family."
"Shrek Academy doesn't understand how to develop the power of death."
"The power of death should be nourished by wailing and resentment; only in this way can the terror of death be revealed."
"The Death Saintess came to this world by the will of the Holy Spirit, with the purpose of teaching all life to revere death!"
"And our Holy Church is the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit's will.
The Death Saintess received the best training in our Holy Church."
"If you insist on obstructing me, I can only choose to make you disappear from this world."
"And the Holy Church will also wage a full-scale war against you because of this."
"I believe the future Saintess will understand my actions."
Although he couldn't see the other party's strength, Masked Douluo felt he could fight.
If it was true, the other party's father, Spirit Ice Douluo, was only a level 95 Super Douluo.
How strong could his son be? At most level 93 at this age.
Although he was only level 91, with the power characteristics of an evil soul master, even an ordinary level 94 titled Douluo couldn't defeat him.
And the passion behind the opponent?
The Holy Spirit Cult could be wiped out with a single hand; it was just a roadside nuisance.
Adam said calmly,
"The Holy Spirit Cult?"
The evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Cult should be more proficient in killing and vengeful spirits; their research on the power of death is probably inferior to that of a dying old man."
"As an elder brother, I won't interfere with Die's life, but I won't let her be in danger either."
"You stay here."
The Masked Douluo's gaze sharpened, his voice hoarse and shrill, mixed with fluctuations of soul power.
"You know the Holy Spirit Cult?"
"Heh, no matter where you got your information from, you'll die here today!"
A pale, human-faced phantom appeared behind the Masked Douluo, a terrifying shriek causing the air to vibrate, and the bricks and stones of the high platform shattered into dust in the sound waves.
Adam remained unmoved; the entire space had already been pulled into the dream space, and he casually waved his hand, silencing the sound waves.
The shadows surrounding the Masked Douluo's body revealed themselves to be countless disgusting, bluish-black maggots.
These maggots surged towards Adam like waves, each emanating a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Any ordinary Title Douluo would likely be overwhelmed by these maggots; even the Super Douluo, Elder Song, was affected by them in the original story.
Unfortunately, as Huo Yuhao's eldest son, the spiritual realm was his domain, especially since this was a dream space.
Adam's fate was sealed the moment he arrived on the platform; no one could leave the dream space.
Adam remained motionless. The maggots, as if hitting an invisible wall, began to explode, their disgusting liquid swirling in the air, stirring up puffs of poisonous mist, which were then wiped away by the dense spiritual energy of the dream space.
A (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression appeared on the face beneath the Masked Douluo's mask, and the seventh black spirit ring on his body emitted a deep, eerie light.
"The True Form of the Demonic Maggot!"
A gigantic maggot, tens of meters tall, appeared before Adam, its body covered with writhing, dark blue maggots.
The gigantic maggot hissed, and a grotesque human face faintly appeared in the dark blue spiritual energy surrounding its body, twisted and contorted in pain, emitting a mournful cry powerful enough to affect the mind.
The maggot's body crashed down towards Adam; for the gigantic maggot, its enormous size was its most powerful weapon.
The fighting style of high-level Beast Soul Masters is actually very close to that of the Soul Beasts themselves.
In the Douluo Continent, self-created Soul Skills are rare; using the Martial Soul True Body is the primary combat method for high-level Soul Masters.
Adam neither dodged nor evaded, simply being pinned down by the maggots.
The Masked Douluo twisted his body frantically, venom strong enough to corrode metal dripping continuously from his body. Countless small maggots vibrated, releasing their spiritual power.
"Die! Hehehe!"
The Masked Douluo laughed ferociously, as if he could hear the opponent's bones shattering and flesh flying everywhere.
To him, that was the most beautiful music in the world—music of pain and death.
"Pfft!"
A teeth-grinding sound of flesh tearing suddenly rang out, and the Masked Douluo's ferocious expression froze.
He looked down and saw a golden giant sword piercing through his massive body, the sword still burning with gilded flames.
The flames scorched his internal organs, and he immediately let out a deafening scream.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Countless maggots were ignited by the flames and fell to the ground like a rain of fire.
The Masked Douluo, enduring the excruciating pain of the burning flames, suddenly realized he was still in the same spot, never having moved.
"An illusion! When?!"
Adam, holding a giant sword behind him, remained expressionless, offering no response.
This giant sword was a figment of his imagination; his martial soul, the Pen of Imagination, belonged directly to the [Imagination] authority.
The giant sword faintly revealed the shadow of Qin Chen.
Only after the Masked Douluo had completely turned to ashes did Adam look at the Soul Saint-level burly man trying to conceal himself.
The Soul Saint-level burly man was about to kneel and beg for mercy when he saw his body begin to crumble inch by inch, without a trace of pain, simply vanishing into space.
The golden giant sword disappeared into the air, ripples appeared around Adam's body, and he returned to the real world.
A blonde, blue-eyed girl in a gorgeous long dress approached Adam and asked,
"Is it resolved?"
Adam nodded slightly and replied,
"Resolved."
Audrey's gaze pierced through reality to the dream world, and she smiled elegantly, saying,
"I thought you would spare his life. An elder should have a lot on his mind."
"Such a brutal fighting style doesn't seem like you."
"Because of the young lady?"
Adam didn't deny it; in his view, there was no point in hiding it.
"Yes."
"The opponent didn't have any valuable information in his mind; I had already seen it before the battle began."
"How's it going on your end?"
Audrey looked at the night sky and said,
"All resolved."
I'll have the Spirit Dragons hunt down the Holy Spirit Cult's reinforcements."
Adam nodded, his figure gradually disappearing into the air.
Audrey looked at her colleague who had vanished without a word and shook her head helplessly, saying,
"The young lady asked if you wanted to go to dinner together; she left really quickly."
A ripple came from the air, and a voice called out,
"Location."
(End of Chapter)
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