Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 143 Word of Power: Black Sun! (Three chapters combined, 6K long chapter!)
"What are you doing?"

Mo Yuan sneered, "Of course I'll slaughter your entire Holy Spirit Cult. Did you think I came here to offer you comfort?"

Of course, this is what I really think; even if I definitely do it later, I can't say it now.

"You've been searching for me for so long, and you still ask me what I'm doing here? Today I happen to have some free time, so I've taken the initiative to visit you. Now, shouldn't you give me a definite answer?"

Hearing the undisguised sarcasm in Mo Yuan's words, Zhongli Wu frowned slightly, clearly displeased, but he quickly concealed this expression.

Since Ye Xuan first appeared three years ago and the information was brought back to the sect by Wuyun Douluo, some of the Holy Spirit Sect's elders and all the elders decided to win over Ye Xuan, but it was not a high priority. After all, at that time, Ye Xuan's strength was only equivalent to that of a regular level 96 Super Douluo.

The Holy Spirit Church can do without him, but it won't be a pity.

At least it hasn't reached the point where he, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, personally cares about it.

However, after Mo Yuan from the far north unleashed the End Demon Dragon, which was equivalent to a level 98 power, the outcome was quite different.

A level 98 Super Douluo is a top-tier expert on the same level as him, someone even his two elders would take seriously.

For this reason, the entire Holy Spirit Cult held a rare meeting to discuss Ye Xuan, this powerful evil soul master who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. In the end, the entire Holy Spirit Cult unanimously decided to elevate the plan to win over Ye Xuan to the highest level and not to be neglected.

Unfortunately, after leaving the far north, let alone winning over Ye Xuan, we didn't even know where he was. When he reappeared, it was before the competition, and Ye Xuan was leading an army of undead that was enough to fight a war to destroy a country. He and the level 97 death knights intimidated the entire Star Luo Empire. Then he beat the Taotie Douluo Xuanzi of Shrek Academy half to death.

To be honest, Zhongli Wu was a little stunned at that moment. Ye Xuan wasn't just cheating; he was clearly not turning it off! How could he increase his strength so much just by appearing once?

Because of this, not only did the entire Holy Spirit Cult attach great importance to it, but the Sun Moon Empire did as well. After all, the undead army might not be of much use to them, these titled Douluo powerhouses, but for an empire, an undead army that can be commanded at will and has no thoughts is as valuable as an entire Soul Master Corps.

With the addition of the powerful Ye Xuan, their combined status in the eyes of the Sun Moon Empire is almost comparable to that of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.

Originally, the Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire had been searching for Ye Xuan for so long without success and were about to give up, but unexpectedly, Ye Xuan has now taken the initiative to come to them. They don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Judging from the current situation, Ye Xuan doesn't seem to be here to actively seek refuge with them.

Recalling the countless valuables Ye Xuan possessed, Zhongli Wu suppressed his displeasure, lowered his posture, and landed on the ground from the air. Then, in a calm tone, he said...

"Final Douluo, you have misunderstood my Holy Spirit Cult. We are looking for you with no ill intentions. You must have learned through some channels that our Holy Spirit Cult is a force composed of many evil soul masters, whose purpose is to seek a place where we evil soul masters can live in peace."

"Therefore, upon seeing that you, the End Douluo, possess such strength, we naturally wanted to recruit you to join us. You must have suffered prejudice from the world because of your identity as an evil soul master. Since that's the case, we should naturally unite and use our strength to seek a place where we can live openly and honestly."

Zhongli Wu reached out his hand towards Mo Yuan and extended his invitation, "I wonder if the End Douluo, who is also an evil soul master, would be willing to contribute to this goal with us?"

Hearing these words, Mo Yuan, hidden behind his mask, sneered incessantly, his murderous intent surging within him, almost impossible to contain.

Listen to this, is this even human language?
If people from another dimension came here, they would think that you evil spirit masters are some kind of vulnerable group.

And then you say something like 'we have all suffered from the prejudices of the world'? Before you say that, why don't you talk about why people have prejudices in the first place?
When you were slaughtering ordinary people to cultivate, did you never think about this problem? Damn it, you not only became the dog shit yourselves, but you also dragged down a large number of innocent ordinary children.

With this kind of organization, executing everyone would inevitably result in some wrongful killings, but killing every other person would definitely leave some survivors.

But Mo Yuan quickly calmed down, showing no anger whatsoever, only a knowing sarcasm.

Was there anything wrong with what Zhongli Wu said? The answer is yes, but since he was saying it to 'Evil Soul Master Ye Xuan', then there's nothing wrong with it.

In short: say what you mean based on your position.

Seeing that Mo Yuan did not answer, Zhongli Wu thought for a moment and then said with a look of realization, "I almost forgot, I am the current leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu, titled Death God."

Mo Yuan raised his right hand and made a stop gesture. The undead army that covered the surrounding mountains and plains immediately stopped and then retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

Upon seeing this, a flash of joy crossed Zhongli Wu's eyes. In his view, Mo Yuan's actions essentially indicated his agreement to join the Holy Spirit Cult. Then he heard Mo Yuan speak...
"What the leader of the Zhongli Sect said is somewhat funny, but in the end there is nothing wrong with it. Evil Soul Masters should also have a fertile ground to survive."

After Mo Yuan finished speaking these disgusting and insincere words, he suddenly paused, then his tone turned cold as the nine spirit rings beneath his feet rose up one by one.

The black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red—this incredible soul ring configuration shimmered with a chilling, eerie light. Even though Zhongli Wu already knew about it, he still couldn't help but gasp when he saw it with his own eyes.

Feng Ling, Zhou Bojun, Wu Yun, and the others behind him felt the same way; if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really wouldn't have believed that someone's soul ring configuration could be so terrifying.

"But I am no small person either. Shallow waters cannot contain true dragons. Whether I join the Holy Spirit Cult depends on whether you have the ability."

Zhongli Wu shifted his gaze from the nine spirit rings beneath Mo Yuan's feet. Instead of being angry, he wore an expression of utter indifference.

"From both a moral and logical standpoint, what Douluo said is correct; it should be this way."

After saying this, Zhongliwu looked to the side and gave a wink to Zhou Bojun, the burly and rugged-looking chief priest. Zhou Bojun then strode forward, and Zhongliwu and the others immediately retreated.

At the same time, Mo Yuan recalled the army of the dead to the undead demiplane. Looking at the Holy Spirit Cult Grand Elder opposite him, who was of the same level as Xuan Zi, he was extremely calm and unmoved.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get started. This will also allow me to see just how powerful you are, the End Douluo who has traversed the continent and nearly killed Xuanzi."

A fighting spirit surged in Zhou Bojun's eyes, and a vast amount of blood-red soul power burst forth from his body. The nine best-configured soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red—emerged one by one, and an aura of filth and evil swept over him.

Mo Yuan simply extended his hand with a nonchalant expression and beckoned to the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder with a finger, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.

"The End Douluo, what a magnificent spirit!"

Zhou Bojun let out a muffled, thunderous laugh. The next moment, a gust of wind rose, and a monstrous blood aura swept in all directions. His seventh soul ring was lit up.

The seventh soul skill, the true form of the martial soul!
Amidst the surging of blood and soul power, Zhou Bojun's body continuously expanded and stretched, eventually transforming into a male lion thirty meters away, its entire body as red as blood, with an extremely ferocious gaze.

Evil Martial Soul, Emperor Blood Roaring Lion.

The moment he arrived, Zhou Bojun couldn't wait to attack Mo Yuan, his claws, larger than a small mountain, slamming down with unparalleled ferocity.

In response, Mo Yuan simply lit up his golden eyes, and countless complex alchemical matrices within the End Demon Dragon began to rotate, activating several Words of Power.

The most powerful of these is called Time Zero!

The lion's claws, accompanied by a piercing roar that seemed to tear through space, slashed down, but froze the instant they touched Mo Yuan's hair. The alchemical matrix flowing in the eyes of the End Demon Dragon suddenly stopped, and countless pale golden strings of time appeared within the domain, transforming the blood-red lion into an insect within amber.

"burn!"

Mo Yuan made a sword-like gesture with his right hand and slashed fiercely at Zhou Bojun. The alchemical matrix in the eyes of the End Demon Dragon rotated again, and crimson flames originating from the wrath of the king surged out, continuously scorching the Roaring Lion frozen in mid-air.

The invisible domain was dispelled the next moment, and the instant the domain shattered, the entire battlefield resounded with the clear, mournful sound of shattering glass.

Zhongli Wu's eyes widened suddenly, his expression one of utter astonishment. He saw that Zhou Bojun's lion claw was only three inches away from Mo Yuan's throat, yet it seemed as if the entire Milky Way separated them, an insurmountable obstacle.

Dragon flames poured out from the throat of the End Demon Dragon, as if the ancient Candle Dragon was carrying a pillar of fire from Mount Buzhou and sweeping across the eight wastelands. The fur of the Emperor Blood Roaring Lion, which was made of cast iron, instantly vaporized, revealing the white bones underneath. Its temperature was so high that the surrounding space melted and cracked like a candle.

In the next instant, Zhou Bojun was sent flying backward, leaving a glaring crater in the ground, and he was only brought to a stop by Zhongli Wu's help.

The first round ended with Zhou Bojun suffering a severe injury.

Mo Yuan withdrew his sword and placed it behind his back. Looking at Zhongli Wu, whose eyes were extremely solemn, he said in a calm tone, "If this is all the Holy Spirit Sect is capable of, you should disband it as soon as possible."

Zhongli Wu frowned and did not reply. He was replaying the scene in his mind over and over again.

It has to be said that time zero is a bug. As long as the strength of the two sides is not too great, every battle is almost no different from a massacre.

After a long silence, until Zhou Bojun had stood up again, Zhongli Wu finally looked up at Mo Yuan and asked, "Did the End Douluo just use the power of time?"

Although he spoke in a question, his tone was very certain.

After all, he is a genuine level 98 Super Douluo. It's one thing if others can't see it, but if he still can't see the effect of Time Zero, he might as well just find a pillar and smash his head against it and die.

Mo Yuan sneered, "You can try it yourself."

Before Zhongli Wu could speak, Zhou Bojun, who had fully recovered from his injuries through evil means, was enraged. As the Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult and a dignified level 98 Super Douluo, this was the first time he had ever been so disheveled.

"Arrogant! Ye Xuan, do you dare to fight me in the heavens!"

"The barking of the weak."

After mocking Zhou Bojun, Mo Yuan leaped up and stepped onto the head of the End Dragon, then led the Death Knight straight into the sky.

"I await your challenge."

"Be careful, the End Douluo's time manipulation ability definitely has a range. Stay away from him during the battle," Zhongli Wu warned.

"I understand, of course!"

Enraged by Mo Yuan's words, "the barking of the weak," Zhou Bojun disregarded everything else and charged towards the sky, now filled with dark clouds and thunder, stepping on the flames of blood.

The winds and clouds shifted, and the heavens and earth trembled.

In the sky, the heavy dark clouds were broken by the immense soul power. The sinister blood energy symbolizing evil and the deathly gray-black each occupied one side of the sky, and were rapidly extending in all directions, reaching at least a hundred miles away. The two colors surged and churned, eventually intertwining into a huge vortex in the sky, and at the center of the vortex was the place where Mo Yuan and Zhou Bojun clashed.

The Final Demon Dragon, aided by its instantaneous speed, relentlessly tore at the flesh and blood of the Emperor Blood Roaring Lion in the void, while simultaneously unleashing attacks from all sides with its incantations such as Azure Thunder Domination, Monarch Flame, and Vampire Scythe.

The death knight wielding the greatsword was not idle either; whenever he saw an opportunity, he would leave wounds swirling with death energy on the massive body of the Bloodthirsty Sky Lion.

"Roar!!! Ye Xuan, how dare you do this!"

Zhou Bojun roared angrily at Mo Yuan, who stood with his hands behind his back in the storm in the distance. Then, at the cost of injury, he found an opportunity to slap the Death Knight away with a claw, and then lit up his ninth soul ring.

The crimson 100,000-year soul ring kept rotating and undulating, and the dense blood energy swept in all directions before converging all above Zhou Bojun, instantly forming a lifelike giant lion head with a diameter of over 100 meters.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Emperor Lion's Roar!"

Zhou Bojun roared angrily towards the sky, his muscles tensing, while at the same time the lion's head opened its mouth wide, letting out a series of continuous, deafening roars.

Countless visible sound waves spread out like ocean waves, and wherever they passed, the void was shaken open with dense cracks and shattered inch by inch.

Mo Yuan showed no intention of backing down as the sonic attack was coming at him. He first had the End Dragon and the Death Knight withdraw from the attack range, and then began the first release of his Word of Power after his dragon blood increased.

Ancient and profound dragon runes resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Zhongli Wu, who was watching the battle from a distance, immediately focused all his attention on Mo Yuan, trying to discern some of his secrets.

"The tide swallows the moonlight's skeleton, the flower in the mirror tears the curtain of dawn and dusk—"

With billions of stars as my hourglass, I command you to remain in eternal slumber on the path to never awaken!

"Word of Power: A Fleeting Dream!!"

This complex and mysterious dragon script spread rapidly through the air, then pierced through everything, arriving before the Book of Time standing in the endless void, wantonly rewriting and depicting the history of this world in the way Mo Yuan desired.

The dragon pattern dissipated, as did the sound waves that came like rolling thunder.

It was as if it had been wiped away by an invisible hand of a god, or as if the attack had never been released at all. Even the surrounding void, riddled with holes, had returned to normal. If Zhongli Wu hadn't witnessed everything with his own eyes, he would have doubted whether his memory was faulty.

This absurd, bizarre, and unbelievable scene is like a dream, defying common sense and following no rules, yet somehow it doesn't feel wrong at all.

"what?"

Zhongli was completely numb. He could understand the previous time zero, since time-related abilities were rare but not nonexistent.

But what the hell is this thing? Reciting a string of mysterious words can erase someone's attack? Are you kidding me?!

As the one who released the soul skill, Zhou Bojun was far more shocked than Zhong Liwu. After all, what others didn't know was that the soul power he had used to release the soul skill returned intact the moment it disappeared.

What does this mean? It means that his soul skill wasn't erased at all, but rather it was never released in the first place!

The Final Douluo Continent altered the reality that had already occurred!

Indeed, this is the case. The Word of Power: A Fleeting Dream has the bloodline origin of the Black King Nidhogg and has no serial number. After all, the Word of Power sequence list is just a summary and classification made by humans based on existing information. Mo Yuan used serial numbers to describe it before simply to make it easier to understand.

In terms of power, the Word of Power: A Fleeting Dream is roughly equivalent to serial number 109, second only to Judgment, Rhine, and Black Sun. Its function is to change the reality that has already occurred within a certain time and range.

"Grand Elder, why don't we stop fighting for now? I'll ask Uncle Long for help with Ye Xuan's problem. With his strength as a Limit Douluo, he should be able to subdue Ye Xuan," Zhongli Wu secretly transmitted to Zhou Bojun.

He now truly understands that at level ninety-eight, Mo Yuan is practically invincible. No one can defeat him. Just the combination of Time Zero and Floating Life Dream makes him absolutely unbeatable.

After all, what good is your attack power if Ye Xuan can wipe you out and then use Time Zero to ambush you?
"no!"

Zhou Bojun rejected the idea without even thinking. His ferocity had already been unleashed. They were both level 98 Super Douluo, so how could he be completely unharmed after a fight while he was covered in wounds?

He couldn't afford to lose this person.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Bojun's eyes. Before Zhongli Wu could react, he grabbed the dozen or so evil soul masters gathered below, whose realms ranged from Soul Saint to Soul Douluo.

Before these dozen or so evil soul masters could even beg for mercy, Zhou Bojun opened his mouth wide and swallowed them all. All the blood and soul power turned into the most concentrated nourishment to enhance his strength.

"Roar!!!"

The Emperor Blood Roaring Lion roared to the sky, its soul power fluctuations, which had reached the peak of level ninety-eight, sweeping across all directions.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan's eyes narrowed, an idea popped into his mind, and then he said to Zhou Bojun with undisguised sarcasm,
"Is this your way of winning? The weak are just weak, they only know how to rely on these despicable and low-level tactics."

"Ye Xuan! You're courting death!"

Having absorbed a large amount of foreign blood and soul power, Zhou Bojun's mind was already somewhat blurred. With Mo Yuan's deliberate provocation, his last shred of reason was instantly thrown to the back of his mind, turning him into a mad lion who only knew how to kill.

"This...sigh!" Seeing Zhou Bojun's appearance, Zhongli Wu knew that there was no point in saying anything, so he stopped trying to interfere.

In any case, this way we can better find out some of Mo Yuan's secrets.

"Ninth Soul Skill! Emperor's Blood Burns the Heavens!"

The blood-red aura permeating the sky and the earth quietly ignited, transforming into a raging sea of ​​blood-red fire.

"Finally, I've been tricked..." Mo Yuan thought to himself. Then, his golden eyes shone even brighter, the dragon blood in his body continued to boil, and a continuous stream of power erupted.

The sword case, inscribed with 'The Fallen, Unforgivable,' crashed into the void, dragon blood seeping out and staining it. Accompanied by a piercing clang of metal, the two Tang-style broadswords, Duan Sheng and Ci Si, were drawn by Mo Yuan and fell to his sides in the air.

“These two knives… something’s wrong! Something’s very wrong!” Zhongli Wu’s eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

Even though Mo Yuan casually held the two swords, Life-Severing and Death-Giving, their extreme sharpness, derived from the external soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, caused him to feel a stinging pain on his skin even from such a distance!
"call……"

Mo Yuan exhaled a deep breath, then ripped off his cloak, revealing a majestic dark gold robe beneath.

His eyes were calm as still water, but beneath the surface lay a fierce storm.

Zhongli Wu's breath hitched, and he immediately sensed something was wrong. Even though Mo Yuan hadn't done anything yet, the omnipresent sense of crisis felt like a sharp blade pressed firmly against his brow.

Almost instinctively, he grabbed Feng Ling beside him and turned to flee into the distance. Wu Yun and Zhang Peng, though puzzled, immediately followed suit.

"Ye Xuan! Die!"

The Emperor Blood Roaring Lion roared as it charged toward Mo Yuan, accompanied by a tsunami-like sea of ​​crimson flames.

Mo Yuan remained standing in mid-air, but the twin swords he held moved...

He swung the knife in both hands, drawing circles. The blade traced a perfect circle in the air, the arc glowing red, looking more like the sun during a total solar eclipse.

The world suddenly darkened, and the great sun in the sky was perfectly obscured by the new sunlight.

He drew a black sun!

Zhongli Wu subconsciously held his breath. He didn't know what this was; he only knew that he should quietly witness this miraculous scene.

Mo Yuan stood silently in the very center of the black sun, reciting ancient testimonies in dragon script. At this moment, he seemed like a Buddha statue standing amidst flowing clouds and flames, extremely calm and majestic.

The sea of ​​fire, which surged like ocean waves, suddenly accelerated, as if a giant magnet was constantly attracting it, including Zhou Bojun.

He felt his body spiraling out of control, staring at the black sun that seemed to swallow even light, and under the dangerous stimulation, he finally regained his senses.

The word 'death' echoed in his mind again and again. He knew he was wrong, but it was too late, because...
Death has descended upon the world.

Soon, Zhongli Wu was astonished to discover that after the raging sea of ​​fire crossed an unknown boundary, the raging flames actually 'burned' again!

Even though it's unbelievable and absurd, that's the truth!

The flames are burning!
Mo Yuan once didn't know what flames would become after being burned, but now he knows that there is only one outcome: complete annihilation!
Within the realm of the Black Sun, there is only silent burning, and the absorption of air and terrifying pressure, which brings all enemies before 'Death,' forcing them to kneel and accept their fate.

Soon, Zhou Bojun also stepped into the Black Sun's domain. His massive lion body was ignited, and under the influence of gravity, he knelt down deeply, heading towards Mo Yuan, who stood in the very center of the Black Sun.

He began to scream in agony, begging Mo Yuan to spare his life again and again, but no one answered him even with a single word.

Even Zhongli Wu and the others kept their distance; under these circumstances, no one dared to stand up and say a word of pleading.

The reason is simple: they also care about their lives.

The flesh and blood that fell from the lion drifted toward the edge of the black sun, and were burned into snow-white ashes the instant they touched it, then dissipated into the crimson world behind them.

At this moment, Mo Yuan is the projection of Death on earth, able to burn everything at will.

When the dying Zhou Bojun finally knelt down before Mo Yuan, he was not greeted with a relentless attack, but rather with Mo Yuan's calm and serene eyes, and the twin blades, now scorched crimson, that came crashing down...

(End of this chapter)