People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

His calm demeanor carried an air of domineering arrogance, and his voice slowly drifted from the depths of the secret room, like metal striking the ground, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with a subtle hum.

The cold light in the Bone Nether Saint's turbid eyes suddenly hardened, and the group of Soul Palace experts behind him also held their breath and focused their gazes on the smoke-filled entrance to the secret chamber.

The debris and dust that had been thrown up by the explosion of the stone gate had not yet settled, and like a black fog that blotted out the sky, it lingered in the passage, obscuring the view inside.

Just then, an invisible gust of wind suddenly swept out from the depths of the secret chamber!

The wind wasn't violent or raging, but it carried an irresistible spatial pressure, like an invisible celestial blade slashing straight at the billowing dust.

The originally thick, impenetrable dust and gravel were forcibly cut and scattered by this strong wind. The gravel fell like pearls from a broken string, while the dust turned into wisps of white mist and receded to both sides, revealing a clear path leading to the secret chamber.

At the end of the path, a figure slowly stepped out.

A long, moon-white robe trimmed with blue trailed on the ground as she walked, its fluttering fabric creating faint ripples in the air. Her tall, slender figure was as resilient as a lone pine tree, exuding a nimble and unrestrained elegance.

He had a handsome face, and his eyes were as indifferent as a cold pool, yet they concealed an arrogant disdain for all living beings.

When the figure finally emerged from the dust and revealed his signature handsome face, the expressions of the Soul Palace experts behind the Bone Nether Saint changed drastically.

They could recognize this person's identity at a glance. The Soul Hall had secretly planned this ambush, expending a great deal of manpower and resources, with the target being Xiao Ling, a remnant of the Xiao clan whom the Soul Hall considered a major threat.

However, none of the Soul Palace members had expected this. They had imagined a thousand ways Xiao Ling would "walk into the trap," but they had never seen anything like this. The other party had silently infiltrated the core area of ​​the Earthly Fiend Palace, and from beginning to end, no one had noticed his presence!

Fortunately, Xiao Ling was foolish enough to show himself. His side not only outnumbered them but also had a high-ranking half-saint like Bone Nether Saint in command, making them a top-tier fighting force. Even with Xiao Ling's extraordinary abilities, under such a tight encirclement, he was destined to die today!
"Xiao Ling, you are ridiculously foolish to walk right into our trap!"

The Bone Nether Saint's withered fingers curled slightly, his turbid eyes were fixed on that tall figure, and his hoarse voice, like two pieces of withered wood rubbing against each other, carried the unique pressure of a half-saint and echoed in the empty underground hall.

His eyes were filled with a sinister and inquisitive gaze, clearly indicating his suspicion about Xiao Ling's appearance.
"However, I am curious, what means did you use to sneak into my Earthly Fiend Palace without anyone noticing? And what gives you the confidence to show yourself so openly?"

He already had his own plans. He had sensed that the Blood River Venerable's aura had completely dissipated, and combined with Xiao Ling's appearance at this moment, it was not difficult to deduce that the Blood River Venerable who was guarding the prisoners had already died.

But in the eyes of Bone Nether Saint, this was nothing to fear. Blood River Venerable was merely a peak one-star Dou Zun, no different from an ant in front of him, a high-level Half-Saint.

Xiao Ling was able to deal with Blood River Venerable, which at most shows he had some skills, but so what?
The Bone Nether Saint looked Xiao Ling up and down. He saw that Xiao Ling was only about twenty years old, with a handsome face. Although his aura was unfathomable, he did not release it at all. His contempt for Xiao Ling grew even stronger.

He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless geniuses, but even the most amazing geniuses could only die in the face of an absolute gap in their realms.

The gap between a high-level Half-Saint and a Dou Zun is like an insurmountable chasm, which cannot be bridged by human effort.

As soon as he finished speaking, the semi-saintly aura around him suddenly surged, and the heavy pressure crushed towards Xiao Ling. The surrounding air was squeezed and groaned under the weight, and even the ground faintly cracked with fine lines.

In his view, under such pressure, even if Xiao Ling did not kneel down directly, he would definitely show fear.

The pressure from the semi-saint was like a mountain collapsing, and the overwhelming aura spread throughout the hall, making even the air feel heavy and stagnant.

The expressions of the Soul Hall elders around them changed slightly, and they all activated their battle qi to condense protective light shields around their bodies. Even though this pressure was not deliberately targeted at them, the aftershocks that spread out made these Dou Zun level experts feel a sense of unease, and they dared not be negligent in the slightest.

What made Bone Nether Saint's heart sink was that Xiao Ling, who was at the center of the oppressive aura, still maintained his calm and composed demeanor.

His moon-white robe with blue trim remained perfectly still, and his hair did not fluctuate in the slightest due to the air pressure. He raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and a faint hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. His eyes looked as if he were looking at a clown, without the slightest fear of being intimidated by the semi-saint's pressure.

This posture was like a sharp thorn, piercing the heart of the Bone Nether Saint, causing obvious annoyance to appear on his usually calm face for the first time.

"hehe."

A clear laugh, tinged with nonchalance, slowly spread through the heavy atmosphere, even slightly breaking the stagnant air.

Xiao Ling raised his eyes to look at the Bone Nether Saint, his mockery growing stronger, his tone as casual as if he were chatting.
"How did you get in? You just swaggered in, of course. It's just that you Soul Hall lackeys are ridiculously slow to sense things, you didn't even notice someone sneaking into your heartland."

"As for why I dare to show myself?" Xiao Ling's lips curled into an even colder smile, his voice filled with unquestionable certainty and arrogance, "It's because I have enough strength to crush all of you."

His gaze swept over the Soul Hall members present, like a superior looking down upon ants, his tone carrying a hint of mocking charity.
"As I said before, do everything in your power to please me. If you don't even have the right to make me take real action, then you can prepare to meet your death."

"Hmph, you're so arrogant!"

The Bone Nether Saint's cold snort was like ice being quenched, his hoarse voice surging with suppressed anger, and his semi-saintly aura suddenly increased by three points, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with a piercing buzz.

He swung his withered hand sharply and ordered in a stern voice, "Attack! Capture this remnant of the Xiao clan for me, dead or alive!"

Before the words were even finished, dozens of Soul Hall elders around them could no longer contain their killing intent. Their faces contorted with ferocious glints, and their eerie "heh-heh" laughter echoed like the hooting of owls in the empty underground hall.

Boo hoo hoo-!
The sound of air being torn apart suddenly became as dense as rain! One after another, jet-black soul chains shot out from the sleeves of the elders, the chains engraved with dense and strange runes, gleaming with a sinister light, and carrying a strong aura of yin energy as they traversed the void.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of pitch-black soul locks intertwined into a giant net that blotted out the sky, enveloping Xiao Ling from all directions.

The chains crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable net that blocked all of Xiao Ling's escape routes, trapping him in the center like a death trap.

In the eyes of the Soul Palace members, such an overwhelming attack would leave even a peak Dou Zun with no choice but to surrender, let alone under the half-saint pressure of the Bone Nether Saint! Facing the sky-covering giant net of soul locks, Xiao Ling's face remained completely calm, and even his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

He simply raised his right hand casually, slightly bent his index finger, and then flicked it lightly.

Om-!
A powerful, condensed Dou Qi shockwave erupted from his fingertips. Instead of a raging torrent, it resembled a drop of water falling into a still lake, spreading outwards in layers of pale golden ripples centered on Xiao Ling.

These ripples, though seemingly gentle, contain an indestructible and terrifying power. Wherever they pass, the void ripples with fine wrinkles, as if they are about to be completely smoothed out by this power.

"Snap—Snap—!"

The crisp cracking sounds rose and fell, as dense as a sudden rainstorm pounding on leaves. Those pitch-black soul locks, on which the elders of the Soul Hall had placed high hopes, shattered inch by inch like fragile glass under the touch of the pale golden ripples.

The Yin energy contained within instantly dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke that vanished into the air. The giant net composed of hundreds of soul locks completely collapsed in the blink of an eye, shattering into dust that filled the sky.

"puff--!"

The Soul Lock was connected to the caster's mind and body. The moment the Soul Lock shattered, dozens of Soul Hall elders suffered severe backlash.

They felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest with a heavy hammer, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood. They staggered back several steps, and the ferocious look on their faces was instantly replaced by horror and dejection.

His once-condensed battle aura became violently chaotic, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable fear as he stared intently at the still upright figure in the arena, as if he had seen some incredible monster.

Xiao Ling slowly lowered his fingers, casually twisted his wrist, and his knuckles made a slight "crackling" sound.

His gaze swept past the group of disheveled Soul Hall elders, landing directly on the Bone Nether Saint, whose expression had drastically changed. A slightly helpless smile curved his lips, his tone as indifferent as if he were complaining about a trivial matter.

"It seems I had too high expectations of you."

"With such meager skills, you're not even qualified to please me; it's a complete waste of time."

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Ling's previously concealed aura suddenly vanished!
boom--!
An aura far more terrifying than that of a half-saint, like the sudden awakening of a colossal beast that had slumbered for millennia, swept out from Xiao Ling's body! It was the supreme pressure unique to a Dou Sheng powerhouse, vast and boundless, seemingly able to surpass all things in heaven and earth.

In an instant, the entire underground hall was violently shaken, all the dust in the sky was dispersed, and the surrounding power of heaven and earth seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, frantically gathering, flowing and swirling around Xiao Ling, forming visible energy vortexes.

The Bone Nether Saint froze, his withered body trembling uncontrollably. His cloudy eyes were filled with extreme shock and disbelief as he stared intently at Xiao Ling. His hoarse voice roared out like a broken gong, filled with undisguised panic:
"How... how is it possible?!"

"You're actually... a Battle Saint?!"

"Damn it! How is this possible?! You're so young, how could you have broken through to the Dou Sheng realm?!"

He had lived for hundreds of years and had seen countless people of extraordinary talent, but he had never heard of anyone who could reach the level of Dou Sheng at such a young age!
This incredible cultivation speed had exceeded his cognitive limits, causing even this high-level semi-saint to feel a fear that originated from the depths of his soul.

But the shock left the Bone Saint no room to maneuver whatsoever.

Xiao Ling's figure vanished from the spot as if swallowed by the void, without any warning, leaving not even a trace of spatial ripples.

The next second, the Bone Nether Saint felt an extremely dangerous aura envelop his entire body like a bone-deep infection!
His pupils contracted sharply, and before he could even see the other party's movements, Xiao Ling appeared about ten feet in front of him, holding a dark gold spear that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The spear's body shimmered with a glass-like luster, and the fighting spirit swirling around its tip was as solid as a tangible substance. With a sharp whistle that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, it slashed horizontally towards him!

This attack seemed casual, as light as a flick of the wrist, yet it froze the surrounding space, leaving no way to avoid it!
The Bone Nether Saint was terrified and dared not hold back in the slightest. His fighting spirit surged wildly, pouring all of it into his arms. The dark fighting spirit condensed into a thick defensive light shield in front of him. He blocked with both arms, using all his strength to try to resist this thunderous strike!
"Bam—!"

The moment the spear tip collided with the defensive light shield, a deafening roar that shook the universe exploded out!

The dark golden battle aura, like a burst dam, instantly tore through the dark defensive light shield. The seemingly indestructible battle aura barrier turned out to be as fragile as paper in the face of the power of a Battle Saint.

Bone Nether Saint felt an irresistible, terrifying force surge into his body through his arms. His meridians were instantly shattered, blood gushed out, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, at a speed far exceeding the speed at which he came!

The shockwave from this attack was terrifyingly powerful, spreading outwards abruptly from the point of impact.

The black iron foundation of the entire underground hall collapsed in response, countless stone pillars collapsed with a roar, the thick stone walls shattered layer by layer, and smoke and dust rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud. Amidst the flying debris, the entire Di Sha Hall was directly destroyed from underground to the surface, turning into a mess of ruins!

The figure of the Bone Nether Saint flew backwards for hundreds of feet in the air until it crashed hard into an energy barrier with a loud "boom," only then did it stop its backward flight.

Coming to his senses, the Bone Nether Saint could only hover hunched over in the void, blood still gushing from the corner of his mouth, staining his dark purple robe.

Before the Bone Nether Saint could fully recover from his shock, he felt a bone-chilling coldness spread through his chest and instantly engulfed his entire body.

He lowered his head with difficulty, his pupils suddenly contracting to their maximum size. He saw the tip of a dark gold spear piercing through his chest, the spear shaft stained with warm blood. The once flowing, lustrous sheen was now dark red, and the spear tip was still trembling slightly, tearing away his last remaining life force bit by bit.

The fighting spirit within his body dissipated like a flood, the pressure of a half-saint vanished instantly, and his withered body slumped down, leaving only endless disbelief and despair.

At that moment, Xiao Ling's indifferent words, like a whisper from the deepest hell, slowly echoed in his ears, carrying a hint of cold amusement.
"Don't worry, your high-level half-saint soul body is a rare high-quality product."

"I will take special care of you. You will not truly die. From now on, you will become a soul slave within the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, and 'live' for eternity in a different way." (End of Chapter)