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

Xiao Ling's gaze calmly fell upon the figure on the throne. After standing still for a moment, a confident and arrogant smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said loudly:

"Since the Demon Saint left his legacy and essence within the stone tablet, he must have been waiting for a destined successor to inherit it. The reason I have stepped into this space is precisely to seek this ancient legacy. If I have not tried my best, how could I be willing to leave now?"

"Besides, I am very confident in my own abilities, so I think passing the subsequent tests left by my predecessors should not be a big problem!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's deep, ancient eyes.

If an ordinary person were to see his phantom, they would probably be so excited that they would tremble all over and even become incoherent. But Xiao Ling in front of him was so calm and composed, with no ripples in his expression, as if he had expected his appearance.

Such a temperament had kept him dormant for countless years, and even his calm and unwavering mind couldn't help but be stirred by a barely perceptible ripple.

"Your talent is quite good," the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's voice remained calm, but with a hint of scrutiny. "The strength of your soul power is probably no less than that of the late Heaven Realm. However, this fluctuation... is quite peculiar. Even I, the Saint, cannot see through it."

He nodded slightly, seemingly showing more approval towards Xiao Ling: "Interesting. I can grant your request."

The tone abruptly changed, and a terrifying pressure far exceeding the previous one suddenly swept out from the illusory figure. The pressure was so strong that it caused the entire space around the stone tablet to tremble violently, and even the void itself groaned under the strain.

"However, I must remind you that I have already surpassed the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm and stepped into the Emperor Realm, which is admired by countless powerful figures!"

"The test will be to withstand the full force of my Yellow Springs Wrath!" The Yellow Springs Demon Saint spoke each word clearly, his voice booming like a bell, shaking the universe.
"If you can withstand this, I will give you my inheritance and essence blood. If you fail to withstand it... your soul and spirit will be destroyed, and your body and soul will perish!"

His final words, filled with murderous intent, were enough to make even ordinary Battle Saints tremble in fear.

Xiao Ling remained calm, his confidence undiminished. He slightly raised his hand, clasped his hands in a salute to the illusory figure on the throne, and spoke in a clear and resonant voice, exuding an indomitable spirit: "Demon Saint, please!"

Seeing that Xiao Ling was so certain, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint said no more.

He slowly rose from his throne, and in the instant his body moved slightly, the entire space around the stone tablet seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and suddenly froze!

A terrifying will that transcends the laws of heaven and earth instantly spread out, controlling the mountains, thunder, and even the flow of every strand of energy here, domineering and incomparable!
Even though he was just a fleeting image of consciousness, looking at the calm and composed young human before him, he inexplicably felt a sense of admiration for his talent.

Unfortunately, he was not the true form of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, but merely a wisp of remnant will left behind in accordance with the original's last wishes, and had to complete this inheritance test step by step.

Otherwise, given the young man's talent and temperament, he would really like to offer some guidance and help him reach a higher level.

"as you wish!"

As the icy voice fell, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's hands flashed with lightning speed, forming an extremely profound hand seal. Runes flickered at his fingertips, actually drawing upon the primal power of the entire space. He slowly brought the hand seal to his lips, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out...
A terrifying wave, powerful enough to change the color of the heavens and earth and make even a Battle Saint tremble, suddenly emanated from his mouth!

The sheer power of this fluctuation was terrifying! Wherever it passed, the void trembled inch by inch, emitting creaking sounds as if it would completely collapse and turn into chaos in the next second!
"The Wrath of the Underworld!"

Sensing the terrifying wave sweeping towards him, Xiao Ling's calm smile slowly faded, his expression becoming increasingly solemn, and his dark eyes flashed with a sharp light as he locked onto the illusory figure in front of the throne.

The struggle at the level of the soul is ten thousand times more dangerous than the clash of fighting spirits! The defeat of fighting spirits still gives one a chance to catch one's breath, but if one is not careful in the struggle of the soul, the result will be the collapse of one's soul.

Once the soul dissipates, even if the physical body remains intact, it will only become an empty shell, completely disappearing into this world without any chance of life!

Even Xiao Ling, under the shadow of this will, sensed a deadly danger.

The Wrath of the Yellow Springs truly lives up to its name, capable of striking fear into the hearts of countless Dou Sheng powerhouses.

Although the one who used this move at this moment was only a wisp of consciousness left behind by the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, far from being comparable to the Emperor Realm soul at its peak, the power of this Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath was still terrifying!
Its power is no less than that of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's killing move, which is fully activated by the soul power of the late stage of the Heaven Realm. It is enough to make those Battle Saints whose soul power cultivation has not reached the Great Perfection of the Heaven Realm die on the spot!

Even the surrounding space trembled violently at this moment, emitting a mournful cry as if on the verge of shattering. And within that world-destroying fluctuation, strange ripples suddenly appeared around the remnant soul of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

These ripples intertwined and coalesced at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly transforming into an invisible figure a thousand feet tall. The figure's outline and bearing were exactly the same as the remnant soul on the throne, and merely standing there silently, it exuded an aura of majesty that looked down upon eternity.

Just by facing this figure from afar, Xiao Ling felt an immense and overwhelming pressure coming towards him, as if he were standing in front of the torrent of heaven and earth, as insignificant as a speck of dust, as if he were facing the entire vast world!

"This... it actually used the power of sound waves to condense the true form of the Demon Saint senior?"

Feeling the overwhelming pressure from that thousand-foot figure, Xiao Ling not only did not back down in the slightest, but his eyes instead burst forth with fierce fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath, and a dazzling light suddenly shone from between his brows. An ancient and unadorned talisman, carrying an extremely profound fluctuation, flew out from it and hovered about ten feet in front of him.

As soon as the talisman appeared, it began to spin wildly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, with its surrounding light and shadow constantly changing.

In an instant, purplish-gold lightning danced and leaped across the surface of the rune, like roaring thunder dragons. The bone-chilling ice solidified into ridges, shimmering with a chilling blue light. Crimson flames rose fiercely, scorching and distorting the surrounding void. Thick, ink-black mist surged and spread, exuding an eerie aura that devoured everything. A miniature black hole appeared and disappeared intermittently, causing the space to tremble with each breath.

Lightning, ice, fire, darkness, space, devouring... all sorts of forces intertwined and collided on the talisman, yet miraculously merged into one, without the slightest conflict. At the same time, Xiao Ling's spiritual power surged towards the talisman like a floodgate opening, without reservation.

With the infusion of immense spiritual power, the talisman suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, and a terrifying wave, far exceeding the previous one, swept outwards like a tsunami.

This fluctuation was fierce and domineering, yet it also carried a mysterious control over heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, even the spatial tremors caused by the Wrath of the Yellow Springs were suppressed.

"Give it to me!"

Xiao Ling let out a low shout, his hands forming an incredibly complex hand seal, his fingertips flashing with light.

As the hand seals changed, the various powers on the talisman suddenly surged. The thunder became more violent, the ice more frigid, the flames more intense, and the dark mist and miniature black holes expanded wildly, eventually condensing into a multicolored light curtain spanning a hundred feet in front of the talisman.

Above the light screen, thunder dragons surged, ice shards flashed, flames burned, black mist churned, and black holes rose and fell. Each power contained a world-destroying might, intertwining and entwining with each other to form an unbreakable defensive barrier.

From afar, the light screen resembled a condensed world, exuding an overwhelming aura that looked down upon the world. It stood in stark contrast to the thousand-foot-tall figure, showing no sign of being inferior!
The Demon Saint's true form slowly lowered its head, its indifferent eyes, like eternal ice, precisely locking onto Xiao Ling, who was concentrating on building a defense in the distance.

Immediately, the thousand-foot-tall figure slowly opened its mouth, and a syllable carrying an ancient and boundless aura burst forth from its lips. The syllable sounded faint at first, but in an instant it transformed into a thousand roaring thunderbolts, like a thunder dragon lurking deep in the thunderclouds, suddenly breaking free of its shackles and revealing its ferocious fangs!

"eye!"

The single word uttered was earth-shattering!

The thousand-foot-tall demon saint's true form, which had stood frozen in the void, crumbled inch by inch under this single word, dissipating into a shower of light. Simultaneously, the already precarious space surrounding the stone tablet also shattered!

Xiao Ling's pupils suddenly contracted. He could clearly see that under the sweep of that terrifying sound wave, the space cracked inch by inch like fragile glass, and the dark cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

A near-destructive sonic wave surged toward him at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of light, carrying an all-consuming force!

This was the most terrifying soul attack Xiao Ling had ever encountered in his life. The power of that attack was simply terrifying! If he hadn't used talismans to gather various powers to build a defense beforehand, even if his soul didn't collapse on the spot, it would probably have been severely injured and unable to recover.

"Boom——!"

The next moment, the earth-shattering sonic shockwave collided violently with the multicolored light screen that spanned a hundred feet in front of Xiao Ling!

In an instant, the entire space of the stone tablet seemed to be struck by an ancient divine thunderbolt. The violent energy shockwave swept in all directions like a raging torrent. The void, which was already full of cracks, exploded inch by inch, turning into a chaotic energy turbulence.

Wherever the sound waves passed, even fragments of space were shattered into dust, emitting an extremely piercing shriek. The pressure originating from the soul level caused the laws of this world to tremble violently.

At this moment, the five-colored light screen that Xiao Ling had condensed also burst forth with divine light!

The thunder dragon roared and soared into the sky, colliding violently with the invisible sharpness within the sound waves, exploding into a sky full of purple-gold lightning. Layers upon layers of icy ridges continuously froze the erosion of the sound waves, but then shattered in an instant, turning into a sky full of icy mist. Crimson flames burned fiercely, attempting to incinerate everything impacted, but were shaken by the sound waves, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Dark mist surged and continuously devoured the power of the sound waves, while the miniature black hole spun wildly, continuously pulling the terrifying soul impact into it.

The collision of the two forces was earth-shattering! Ripples spread wildly across the light screen, creaking under the strain, and countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface.

Xiao Ling's face turned pale instantly, and his spiritual power poured out like a flood bursting its banks, desperately trying to keep the light barrier from being torn apart.

The devastating sound waves continued to pour down, sweeping across the entire space like an apocalyptic storm. Fragments of the void, turbulent energy currents, and even the remaining clouds and lightning were all crushed into dust and turned into nothingness under this terrifying impact.

A dense, dark light spread like ink, enveloping every corner of the place. Only a solitary mountain peak stood silently in this deathly dark void, like a lone island in the chaos.

At the summit of the mountain, the Yellow Spring Demon Saint swayed, unable to maintain his previous majestic posture any longer, and sat heavily back on the throne.

His already illusory figure had become almost entirely transparent, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment. Clearly, the previous attack, the Wrath of the Yellow Springs, had exhausted ninety percent of the power of his remnant soul.

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint slightly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the thick darkness, looking towards the void left by the raging sound waves. His voice carried a hint of weariness and regret as he slowly spoke...
"To be able to perish under my Yellow Springs Wrath is a great blessing for a junior like you. It's just a pity about your talent and temperament. If you could have grown up, you would definitely have stirred up a storm in this Dou Qi Continent. However... in the end, you stopped here."

"What a magnificent move, the Wrath of the Yellow Springs! It truly lives up to its reputation as the Demon Saint's signature technique! To unleash such terrifying power from a mere wisp of his remnant soul is unimaginable. It must have been a world-destroying spectacle when the Demon Saint himself used this move!"

As soon as the Yellow Spring Demon Saint finished speaking, tiny ripples suddenly appeared in that deathly silent and empty space. Then, a black hole the size of a millstone slowly emerged from the ripples.

The black hole was pitch black, and as it rotated, it emitted a terrifying suction force that devoured everything. All the remaining turbulent energy around it was pulled into it, and not a single fluctuation was leaked out.

Under the suddenly frozen gaze of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, the rotation speed of the black hole gradually slowed down, and its devouring power also subsided. Then, the black hole receded slowly like a tide, revealing a slightly disheveled but still upright figure behind it.

Xiao Ling's figure was much more ethereal than before, clearly indicating that he had expended a great deal of energy. Only his pair of dark eyes remained remarkably bright.

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint atop the mountain peak gazed at Xiao Ling, who, though disheveled, had not suffered fatal injuries. His already transparent figure paused slightly, a hint of undisguised surprise flashing in his eyes. He then spoke slowly, his voice carrying a mixture of scrutiny and admiration.
"The methods you used earlier were indeed extremely profound, managing to withstand my Wrath of the Yellow Springs, even capable of devouring space and controlling all kinds of power... I misjudged you." (End of Chapter)