Peerless: The Evil Soul Master's Guide to Saving the World

"Game start!"

The referee spoke calmly.

Contrary to what the other teams had anticipated, their expressions did not betray any concern for the Sun Moon Empire team, nor did they seem to be planning to cheat openly. Instead, their behavior was so normal that it felt somewhat off.

"Take out your Clear Sky Hammer and let me see how much you've improved over the years..." Tang San smiled and looked at Wang Dong'er, who was leading the group opposite him, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

As for Wang Dong'er, after the Abyss Plane severely damages the Sun Moon Empire, he will take the opportunity to wipe out the Abyss Plane, and at the same time... he will also ask the Silver Dragon King to return Xiao Qi's soul.

So in his eyes.

The Sun Moon Empire won't be around for much longer. We'll see what this rebellious kid will have to rely on then, and how he can speak so confidently to me.

Of course, that's something for later.

As for now... he'll give her a good beating, as a way to vent all the anger he's been holding in for years.

"Clear Sky Hammer?"

Wang Dong'er scoffed: "Who uses that thing? And don't talk to me like an elder, or you'll get beaten so badly your own parents won't recognize you."

"Huh?" Tang San was taken aback.

I didn't understand what Wang Dong'er meant.

Martial Soul... how can you just say you don't need it anymore?
Oh, Tang San suddenly realized, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. It seems he's still sulking with the Clear Sky Sect. Kids are kids, it's normal for them to say hurtful things.

But just as Tang San stood calmly on the other side, about to speak and let Wang Dong'er make the first move, giving her three moves, his expression slowly turned blank.

The other six members of the Haotian Sect were equally stunned, as were the hundreds of thousands of people in the arena.

"Black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, gold..."

A disciple of the Haotian Sect stared at the person opposite him in horror, his voice trembling as he said, "I can't believe my eyes! How is this possible! Tang Chao, slap me! Slap me hard! Wake me up!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed throughout the stadium.

The Haotian Sect disciple's right cheek swelled up visibly, but he still stared at Wang Dong'er in a daze, his face full of terror: "No, it's not a dream! They are also Title Douluos?!"

"A titled Douluo is nothing, only you treat him like a treasure." Wang Dong'er's pale blue eyes swept contemptuously over the members of the Clear Sky Sect. She opened her fair hand, and a signal axe nearly two meters long slowly appeared in her hand. She carried it behind her back and curled the corner of her mouth: "Tang San, prepare to die!"

……

"Boom!"

Listening to the deafening roar from the stage.

The Shrek Academy students were also stunned and pale.

As the Sun Moon Empire's most "formidable" opponent in the previous competition, Xian Lin'er led them to carefully analyze all the potential opponents before this competition.

As for Wang Dong'er, although she is Xu Cheng's disciple, she was only twelve or thirteen years old in the last competition! Her soul power was only at the Soul Venerable level! Her strength was not even among the top in the Sun Moon Empire Royal Academy team!

Even when Dean Xianlin'er led them in the analysis, she only briefly mentioned Xu Cheng, Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, and even Cain and Wang Qiu'er, who appeared in the Mingdu battle.

However, since Wang Dong'er has displayed the combat power of a Title Douluo, and with this almost abnormal soul ring ratio, it has already demonstrated the terrifying nature of the Sun Moon Empire's Royal Team to some extent.

They sent out just one insignificant individual, yet they utterly crushed the glory of Shrek Academy and the Clear Sky Sect...

"Quiet down!" Beibei gritted her teeth, breathing heavily.

"As I said before, the Sun Moon Empire might have used some kind of soul guidance technology, which allowed them to break through the bottleneck so quickly and reach a level that we barely achieved with divine assistance. Don't envy them..."

But his words seemed to sink into a terrifying silence, without causing the slightest ripple.

At this moment, even Dai Huabin opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

No one is a fool.

If the Sun Moon Empire's soul guidance technology could truly reach such a terrifying level, why would they refuse it? To reach the Title Douluo level at the age of twenty, and even with a soul ring configuration of four black, four red, and one gold! What is that gold? It's not recorded in history, but its prestige is absolutely off the charts. With this level of skill, you call it heretical?!

What the hell do you mean by crooked and evil ways!

They barely reached this level through divine trials, but on the other side...

Could it be that a god stands behind the Sun Moon Empire?!

Xie Huanyue scratched his head and looked around at everyone: "Our soul ring ratios seem to be optimal, but theirs... seem to have far exceeded the optimal range."

"Shut up!" Beibei's eyes were bloodshot as she glared at him.

“Beibei…” Xu Sanshi spoke softly, putting his hand on his good brother’s shoulder and sighing. Beibei wasn’t always like this. He was a sunny and cheerful handsome guy who was loved by many girls in the college, but after that day… he became a completely different person.

"……call"

Beibei paused for a moment, seemingly calming down a bit. "Everyone, prepare as you see fit. Perhaps in the next round of eliminations, the qualifying rounds, the group stage, or the finals, we might encounter the Sun Moon Empire Royal Academy, but Shrek Academy... cannot lose!"

"Yes!"

The voice was faint and intermittent, as if its soul had been ripped out.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene below. Among them were Cao Jinxuan, Zhou Sichen, Lan Ruoruo, Lan Susu, and even Dai Huabin, who were in the same grade as Wang Dong'er, or even the same class.

Now they have been transformed and have come to the Royal Academy of the Sun Moon Empire. Although it was not explicitly stated, it carried a subtle sense of superiority.

We participated in the Divine Trial, which was personally presided over by our ancestor, Tang San, the Sea God. Even Zhou Sichen had just advanced to the Soul Emperor realm. So what if your Sun Moon Empire's Soul Guidance Technology is very strong? Can it compare to that of a god?
but……

"boom!"

On the field.

Wang Dong'er unleashed a powerful axe strike, seemingly splitting the very fabric of space, creating slight ripples. An extremely powerful and terrifying aura emanated from the axe blade, heading straight for Tang San.

The other disciples of the Clear Sky Sect stood there blankly, not participating in this battle between Title Douluos, nor were they qualified to participate.

Meanwhile, the other four beauties from the Sun Moon Empire Royal Academy, some plump and some slender, also had no intention of making a move. Instead, they leisurely watched this grand spectacle.

"Pfft~"

In his panic, Tang San tried to use the Blue Silver Emperor to block the attack.

But under that terrifying axe strike, even the incredibly resilient Blue Silver Emperor was cleaved apart layer by layer, until it reached his shoulder.

"Kid, take another one of my moves!" Wang Dong'er raised the corners of her mouth, touched the ground with her toes, and shot out quickly, slashing at Tang San.

"You..." Tang San's eyes were filled with terror as he awkwardly dodged away.

But Wang Dong'er became more and more courageous in the battle.

The signal axe, which is as tall as a person, does not appear bulky in his hands; on the contrary, it is very agile.

"No good, you're all talk and no action, but you're so easily defeated." Wang Dong'er flashed to his side, using the momentum of her signal axe to swing it down at his waist.

"..."

Tang San gritted his teeth, feeling the chill creeping down his waist, and still summoned the Trident of the Sea God, holding it up in front of him to block the attack.

"Hey, you've finally decided to use it." Wang Dong'er licked her red lips, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes, but her hands didn't stop moving. She turned the signal axe sideways and slapped it on the back.

"Pfft..."

Tang San spat out another mouthful of blood.

His body shot backward, leaving two long scratches on the metal battle platform.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with the divine artifact, his face filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"That's not your weapon, it's your martial spirit?!" he roared.

Only then did he finally understand why this signal axe felt so strange, like a martial spirit, yet also had a physical feel, and even... it was related to his Clear Sky Hammer.

This beast melted and forged his own martial soul!

He doesn't care about anything else, but this is something he can't tolerate!
Wang Dong'er's actions have completely crossed his bottom line.

In his eyes, a martial spirit is a gift from one's parents; how could one alter it without permission?!

And they even came up with this ugly axe!
Really...

Anger spread throughout Tang San.

"You noticed that?" Wang Dong'er frowned slightly and glanced at Tang San suspiciously. As a spirit forger, she had a chance to forge her own martial soul after breaking through to the ninth rank.

Even many titled Douluo couldn't tell the difference after the martial soul was forged.

After all, it is close to a physical entity, so it is quite normal to detect fluctuations in soul power.

Only Xu Cheng and others knew about this matter.

The girl's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

This Tang San is no simpleton...

Should we kill him?

Since the referees are all from the Sun Moon Empire, all we need to do is give them a heads-up beforehand, and it will be considered an accidental killing. No one will say anything more about it.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Tang San grew increasingly dangerous.

"Pfft!"

Tang San was so angry that he coughed up another mouthful of blood. His eyes were fixed on Wang Dong'er, gradually turning cold.

It's just a tool, yet it dares to tamper with the martial soul without permission. What will happen if Xiao Qi were to descend into this body in the future?!
"You are not qualified to forge a martial soul..." Tang San said coldly.

In his eyes, the Haotian Hammer is a symbol of his Tang family identity.

But at this moment, it was secretly altered by a "tool".

Tang San slowly straightened up, his aura continuously rising.

"Is that the harpoon in his hand?" Meng Hongchen frowned slightly. Tang San held the Trident of Poseidon firmly in his hand, supporting it on the ground. Layers of light blue ripples spread outward from the soles of his feet.

"It should be." Ning Tian shrugged.

"But don't worry, I'm here for you..."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

And countless eyes fell upon her.

She has short, neat hair and delicate features. Although she may not have the top-tier looks of the other women, her temperament is just as good.

"who is she?"

"The current young sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is said to be among the earliest followers of the Sun Moon Empire. Back when Shrek Academy was exchanging students with the Royal Academy of the Sun Moon Empire, he took the opportunity to travel to the Sun Moon Empire and secretly establish contact with it. Subsequently, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also mobilized the entire sect to relocate to the Sun Moon Empire..."

"Her face is so tender, the kind that looks like you could squeeze water out of it."

"What are you thinking! Look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out. You really think that just because there are a lot of people around, no one will notice you?"

"I'm just curious, Wang Dong'er is already at the Title Douluo level, so what level is Ning Tian at? Could he be at the peak of the Soul Saint level? After all, it's common knowledge that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School only changed its name, not its substance. Otherwise, with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, they wouldn't be unable to even protect the wealth left by their ancestors."

"There might really be a Soul Saint. A support-type Soul Master of that level could easily double Wang Dong'er's combat power!"

"Hehe, a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, how interesting!"

"..."

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced indifferently at Ning Tian.

“It’s Nine Treasures Glazed Glass…” Ning Tian said earnestly, word by word.

"Heh~" Tang San shook his head, his expression slightly disdainful.

Ten thousand years ago, Ning Rongrong's father, Ning Zhifeng, wanted to keep their child so that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could pass on the bloodline of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. Ning Rongrong hoped that he could agree, but he refused on the grounds that gods could not stay in the mortal world for too long.

Later, he kept an eye on the mortal world from heaven. Ning Zhifeng changed the name of his sect to Nine Treasures Glazed Glass, but it was just an empty shell. There was no bloodline of Nine Treasures Glazed Glass to pass on, or perhaps it was the immortal herb he hid in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire. This name would forever be a joke.

"If you say nine treasures, then it's nine treasures." Tang San waved his hand dismissively.

His gaze fell on Wang Dong'er, and his expression slowly darkened: "I didn't have a good eye for you before, and you've ended up like this. Since that's the case, then today I will..." As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and the sea cucumber trident flashed with a sharp, cold light, before being carried behind his back.

"Then I'll teach you properly what it means to...respect your teachers!"

A terrifying aura emanated from his body.

The entire arena seemed to sink into the sea, a suffocating, viscous feeling spreading through it, causing the goddesses in the arena to become solemn.

“There’s something here…” Meng Hongchen murmured.

"But not many." Wang Qiu'er weighed the golden dragon spear in her hand, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of eagerness.

“This seems to be a domain skill… and not just any ordinary domain, it involves gods,” Tang Ya said in a deep voice.

Her eyes were fixed on the person opposite her.

She suspected that this guy... was Tang San!
The real Sea God Tang San!
"Dong'er can handle it." Wang Qiu'er said calmly.

The voice just fell.

A wave of air rose from the center of the arena, blowing the long hair of several people.

Wang Dong'er and Tang San were full of fighting spirit, each move deadly. They clashed in the center of the arena, their figures blurring with speed, like two blue beams of light colliding. The power they unleashed made all the spectators tremble.

With the full power of a Title Douluo and the aid of a divine artifact, his combat level almost reached that of a Super Douluo.

"Xiaotian!!!"

Wang Dong'er's face was slightly pale.

Even with her self-forged martial soul, she was somewhat at a disadvantage when facing Tang San at his peak.

“Okay!” Ning Tian replied quickly.

With a light touch of the toes, ripples spread across the ground, like lotus petals blooming.

"Nine Treasures Glazed Glass... First, Power!"

"Hurry up!"

"The third is the soul!"

"..."

"On the seventh day, the Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!"

"Eighth... Invincible Defense!"

As the last sound faded away.

The Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda instantly burst into light, and beams of light fell upon Wang Dong'er, shimmering in the astonished expressions of countless spectators. (End of Chapter)