The ruined courtyard of the Tang Clan's old site fell into a suffocating silence.
After stabilizing his breathing, the Evil Soul Master did not immediately counterattack. Instead, his eyes flicked rapidly across the battlefield.
High in the sky, the emerald dragon coiled like a god overlooking the mortal world. On the ground, Liu Yuan stood calmly in front of Tang Ya, his expression indifferent.
As an elder-level figure of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Evil Soul Master was well-informed. He could clearly sense that Liu Yuan's spirit power fluctuations were only around the sixtieth rank. In theory, such a level would barely qualify as a slightly stronger ant within the Holy Spirit Cult.
Yet at this moment, the pressure radiating from Liu Yuan made this long-established Titled Douluo feel a chill rising from the depths of his soul.
Especially that dragon in the clouds.
Those golden vertical pupils were like the gaze of a supreme deity, looking down upon all living things. Even the airflow stirred by its breathing seemed capable of slicing space apart.
"Wait… wait a moment!"
Sensing the terrifying danger of death looming over him, the Evil Soul Master's hoarse voice carried a hint of forced restraint.
"Young friend, I am under the command of the Holy Spirit Cult's Elder Hall. This girl possesses the Ultimate Darkness attribute and is a candidate highly valued by our Cult."
"You and I have no personal grudges. Why fight to the death over a fallen Spirit Master?"
Liu Yuan stood unmoving before Tang Ya, not even lifting his eyelids, fully focused on sensing the chaos in her Origin.
Seeing that Liu Yuan did not respond, the Evil Soul Master assumed he was considering the pros and cons. Gathering his courage, he continued:
"I can tell your Spirit is extraordinary. You are destined for greatness. If you show mercy today, the Holy Spirit Cult will owe you a favor."
"Leaving room for others makes future encounters easier. On this continent, having the Holy Spirit Cult as a friend is far better than having it as an enemy. Don't you agree?"
The words were a mix of threat and temptation—a tactic Evil Soul Masters often relied on when brute force failed.
But he had chosen the wrong person.
What Liu Yuan hated most was being threatened—especially by filth crawling out of the gutter.
"Easier to meet in the future?"
Liu Yuan let out a cold laugh and finally raised his eyes, naked contempt filling his gaze.
"Something that reeks of rot like you should go meet people in hell instead. That's where trash belongs."
"Rayquaza. Kill him."
No embellishment. No hesitation. Just a command as cold and sharp as a blade.
"ROAR—!!!"
The Mega Rayquaza that had been motionless in the sky moved instantly.
A dazzling green flash tore through the heavens, and the darkened ruins of the Tang Clan seemed to be split open by an aurora in that instant!
"You bastard! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"
With all negotiations cut off, the Evil Soul Master plunged into madness.
Facing death, he no longer concealed his strength. Nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—rose from beneath his feet, radiating the supreme authority of a Titled Douluo.
A terrifying aura of death erupted like a volcano. A massive jet-black bone scythe condensed in his hand.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Myriad Forests of Death, Funeral of Dead Silence!"
He roared, pouring every last drop of spirit power into the strike. Countless shrieking, resentful spirits surged forward, forming a wall of death to block the descending dragon.
But reality crushed him mercilessly.
Before absolute power, all resistance was meaningless.
Rayquaza was too fast.
So fast that space itself seemed to blur and overlap.
The Evil Soul Master's proud Ninth Soul Skill was no sturdier than paper before that brilliant green streak of light.
Before he could even finish swinging the bone scythe, Rayquaza's long tail—gleaming with a metallic sheen and etched with mysterious patterns—smashed into his chest like a falling river of stars.
BANG—!!!
A deafening impact echoed through the city.
The Titled Douluo was flung away like a broken kite. His chest caved in at a horrifying angle, blood and shattered organs spraying wildly as he crashed through three ruined courtyard walls before slamming into the rubble.
"Impossible… this is impossible…"
Lying amid the ruins, his body convulsed violently, terror written all over his face.
A level ninety-one Titled Douluo—unable to survive even a single exchange?
Before he could even gasp for air, a cold glint flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes.
"Finish him."
"ROAR—!"
Rayquaza vanished once more, instantly reappearing above the ruins. Its maw opened, and raging winds compressed into a terrifying air cannon that blasted downward.
RUMBLE—!!!
The entire old site shook violently. Smoke and debris filled the sky.
When everything settled, only a massive crater dozens of meters wide remained.
The once-arrogant Evil Soul Master had been completely annihilated—no intact bone left behind.
Such overwhelming dominance, such crushing force, left Tang Ya utterly stunned.
Moments ago, she had been drowning in despair and terror. Now, the nightmare that had cornered her had been erased by Liu Yuan with effortless brutality.
"Liu… Liu Yuan…" Tang Ya stared blankly at the youth as he landed, her voice trembling. "You're already… this strong?"
That was a Titled Douluo.
A symbol of the pinnacle of the continent—yet in front of Liu Yuan's Spirit, he had been nothing more than a joke.
Liu Yuan waved his hand, recalling Rayquaza into his body. The overwhelming aura vanished instantly, and he returned to his usual calm demeanor.
He looked at Tang Ya and smiled faintly, as if he had merely dealt with a minor nuisance.
"This is nothing."
Those words only deepened the shock in Tang Ya's heart.
She lowered her head, staring at the dark Blue Silver Grass entwining her hands, her voice filled with bitterness.
"You've reached a height I can never touch… and I've become… this monster."
Liu Yuan looked at her, about to speak—
When the long-familiar, mechanical System voice rang clearly in his Sea of Consciousness:
[Ding! Detected that the target Evil Soul Master has been eliminated. The Host has successfully rescued the mission target Tang Ya. Mission completed with Perfection!]
[Congratulations to the Host! Mission reward obtained: Primal Kyogre exclusive god-bestowed spirit ring ×1!]
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