Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 144 The Second Priest of the Holy Spirit Cult, The Oath of the Luo River (4K)

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.

The black sun continued to devour the surrounding light, emitting a crimson arc of light.

The dignified High Priest of the Holy Spirit Cult, the level 98 Super Douluo Zhou Bojun, was burned to ashes and vanished into the world the instant he touched the edge of the Black Sun. Only the three soul bones held in Mo Yuan's hands told the world that a powerful figure named Zhou Bojun once existed in this world.

In the distance, Zhongli Wu watched all this unfold before him, his grip on the scepter tightening subtly, cold sweat dripping uncontrollably from his forehead.

He had imagined that Ye Xuan would defeat Zhou Bojun with unparalleled power after drawing that sun, but he never expected that Zhou Bojun would die so tragically, without any power to fight back.

"Master Zhongli".

Mo Yuan glanced sideways at Zhongli Wu in the distance, but before he could speak again, Zhongli Wu retreated rapidly with Feng Ling as if he had been electrocuted, and the other elders did the same.

It seems that the power of the Word of Power: Black Sun and Zhou Bojun's fate really frightened them quite a bit.

After retreating over a hundred meters to ensure there was no danger, Zhongliwu realized his actions were inappropriate. He coughed twice, trying to appear calm.

"The End Douluo need not worry about it. Zhou Gongfeng's fate was entirely his own doing, and he deserved to die."

"That's natural."

Mo Yuan said coldly that his plan was to deliberately provoke Zhou Bojun and then kill him, firstly to eliminate the evil soul masters, and secondly to establish his authority.

Even if he joins the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongliwu can't possibly ride roughshod over him.

Zhongli Wu was speechless upon hearing this, feeling heartbroken. Although these elders didn't listen to his orders as the sect leader because of their strength, Zhou Bojun was still a level 98 Super Douluo. It would be a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken.

If they could bring Ye Xuan into the Holy Spirit Cult, that would be fine. With Zhou Bojun being even stronger, it wouldn't matter if he died. But if they failed to win him over in the end, it would be a complete loss, a loss that would make them vomit blood.

"Hmm..." Zhongli Wu opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't know where to begin. What could he say? Continue to try to win over Ye Xuan?

But who else here can fight Ye Xuan besides him? Let alone whether he can win, it's questionable whether he can even survive Hei Ri's attack.

Just as Zhongli Wu was caught in a dilemma and racking his brains for a solution, a crisp sound of shattering glass suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Mo Yuan and Zhongli Wu looked up in the direction of the sound and saw that dense cracks had quietly appeared in the clouds ten thousand meters above the ground, and then they shattered, revealing the dark void behind them.

Immediately following, a majestic and deep dragon roar resounded from the void, and a tiny figure shrouded in extreme darkness descended from the sky with an overwhelming pressure that far surpassed that of Zhou Bojun.

Then, a voice, aged and tinged with a hint of amazement, rang out in everyone's ears.

"The End Douluo, what impressive methods you have..."

"That aura... and that voice!" Zhongli Wu's face lit up with joy. "Uncle Long is here!"

Uncle Long? What, are you Jade?
Mo Yuan glanced at Zhongli Wu, who lacked any air of a powerful figure, and then looked up at the old man in the sky who stood on the void, with black robes, black hair, and a weathered look in his eyes.

Despite the pressure from a level 99 Limit Douluo, he remained calm and composed, speaking in a steady tone.

"Xiaoyao Mu Qingfeng, the Black and White Twin Holy Dragons, you must be the Dragon Emperor Douluo—Long Xiaoyao, who is on par with Dragon God Douluo Mu En."

"Yes."

Long Xiaoyao looked thoughtfully at Mo Yuan, who stood in the center of the black sun below. Not to mention him, even Mu En's name was now rarely known.

To know his name and recognize him at a glance means that Ye Xuan is at least a powerful figure from their era. Unless he has a long-standing and influential force behind him, the younger generation would not be able to recognize him at a glance, even if they knew this.

"Since the End Douluo can recognize me, he must know my strength. So, how about it? Am I qualified to recruit you into the Holy Spirit Cult? Or do I have to fight you first?"

As Long Xiaoyao spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and clenched it tightly. Boundless darkness surged out from the void, and the roar of dragons echoed continuously as it surged. The dark scales and ferocious dragon horns appeared and disappeared.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyao had come out to support him, Zhongli Wu straightened his back immediately, and his gaze towards Mo Yuan was no longer apprehensive, but rather showed a sense of eagerness, as if to say:
You wanted to fight someone? Fine, now that the guy's here, go ahead and try your luck with Uncle Long!

"A dog relying on its master's power..." Mo Yuan coldly glanced at Zhongli Wu, then swung his twin swords, causing the black sun to suddenly expand several times, and the domain also expanded outwards.

Upon seeing this, Zhongli Wu's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously retreated again with Feng Ling. But after he had retreated more than a hundred meters, he remembered that Long Xiaoyao was here watching over him, so what was there to be afraid of!

Once Zhongli Wu understood this, he immediately stopped in his tracks. When he looked back, he saw Mo Yuan looking at him with a playful gaze, the teasing meaning of which was self-evident.

"You!" Zhongli Wu's old face turned red with anger, but just as he was about to say something, he was forced back down by a look from Long Xiaoyao.

Looking at this junior whom he didn't know how to address, Long Xiaoyao was too lazy to say anything. If Ye Xishui hadn't spoken up, he would have been too busy to help the Holy Spirit Cult recruit people.

"Final Douluo, you and I are both strong, and we naturally know that time is always a precious thing for the strong. Don't waste any more time. Will you join or leave? Give us a clear answer."

Time is precious, you're in a hurry to find your lover, aren't you... Mo Yuan rolled his eyes and thought to himself.

Now that Long Xiaoyao has already made his appearance, and releasing the Word of Power: Black Sun is also a considerable burden for him, since his goal has been achieved, he's too lazy to continue fighting.

The black sun behind him collapsed into a singularity and finally disappeared into the void. Light once again shone upon this world. Mo Yuan withdrew his Eternal Night Divine Authority, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly...

"Since the renowned Dragon Emperor Douluo is in the Holy Spirit Cult, I naturally have no reason to refuse. However, before joining, I still need to ask: who are the top combatants in your Holy Spirit Cult?"

Long Xiaoyao also withdrew his Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul and dissipated his pressure, replying, "Besides myself, there is another Limit Douluo, but she is currently very busy. However, you will meet her in the future."

"Oh?" Mo Yuan feigned surprise. "The Holy Spirit Cult is indeed full of talented people. In that case, my joining is not a demotion."

"I have other matters to attend to and must take my leave now. See you another day, End Douluo." After saying this, Long Xiaoyao gave Zhongli Wu a wink and then turned and walked into the void rift, leaving the place.

Mo Yuan and Zhongli Wu found this amusing. They would have thought that this Dragon Emperor Douluo had some important matter to attend to, but in reality, he was just in a hurry to see Ye Xishui.

"Limping dog, licking dog, in the end you get nothing..." Mo Yuan muttered to himself. At the same time, he put the two swords, Life-Severing and Death-Giving, into the sword box and put them into the soul tool along with the three soul bones.

"Goodbye, Uncle Long." Zhongli Wu said, looking towards Mo Yuan, who was once again shrouded in a cloak in the distance.

Although Ye Xuan was quite disrespectful to him as the sect leader, he had the right to do so. Considering Ye Xuan's various values, he suppressed his displeasure.

It's definitely not because he's afraid of Ye Xuan, absolutely not!
"Welcome to the End Douluo to join my sect. I am confident that with your joining, our grand ambition will surely be realized."

Zhongli Wu beamed as he watched Mo Yuan approach, then gestured for him to enter towards the valley behind him. "Sect Leader Zhongli is truly the backbone of the Holy Spirit Sect," Mo Yuan said politely. Since he had already joined, he wanted to give Zhongli Wu some face; otherwise, wouldn't it be too hurtful?

After exchanging a few polite, forced smiles, Zhongli Wu and Mo Yuan led everyone towards the distant valley, which was the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The valley was shrouded in black mist, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere. It was clear at a glance that this was definitely not the domain of righteous people; it was as if the words "evil and heretical sects" were written on the gate.

The Holy Spirit Cult was located deep in this valley. Various colored lights descended from the sky and penetrated into the valley, eventually leading to an iron gate embedded in the mountain, guided by Zhongliwu.

The two evil soul masters guarding the door pushed the door open without saying a word when they saw the cult leader arrive. In fact, according to the rules set by Zhongli Wu, anyone who came had to give the password.

But rules are rules, and rules are inflexible. If they don't know how to be flexible, then they can also be inflexible.

Zhongli Wu turned to Mo Yuan and gestured for him to join, saying, "Please, it's a pleasure to be here. On behalf of the Holy Spirit Sect, I welcome the End Douluo to join our sect!"

Mo Yuan returned the greeting, and then together with Zhong Liwu, they stepped into the largest gathering place of evil soul masters in the world.

The Holy Spirit Cult occupies more than 2,000 acres of this mountain, with countless pavilions and palaces, and evil spirit masters can be seen everywhere.

Looking at all this, Mo Yuan had a strange feeling. It sounded a bit absurd that Shrek Academy students could enter the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, and that the cult leader himself had invited them in.

After observing along the way, Mo Yuan discovered that there were approximately three thousand evil soul masters living in the outer areas, ranging in cultivation from Soul Venerable to Soul Douluo, and their numbers were countless.

Soon, the group arrived at the depths of this world, which was the core of the entire Holy Spirit Cult. It was a vast palace built with an unknown type of black stone.

There were already more than a dozen people standing quietly at the entrance, and when they saw Zhongli Wu arrive, they immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

"I've met the leader."

"Alright, get up, everyone. Let me introduce you," Zhongli Wu said. "This is the famous End Douluo Ye Xuan. I don't need to say much about his strength. You all saw what happened to Elder Zhou."

Without saying a word, the remaining elders and worshippers bowed deeply to Mo Yuan, their attitude extremely respectful.

"I've met the End Douluo!"

Mo Yuan nodded and then glanced to his side, where stood Feng Ling, the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

He wasn't looking at Feng Ling because he wanted to inherit the legacy of Wei Wu; he simply wanted to see what kind of charm this woman possessed that could captivate Yan Shaozhe and Zhongli Wu, who were possibly uncle and nephew.

To be fair, although she is not young, Feng Ling is indeed a first-rate beauty. In addition, the rather sinister purplish-red patterns on her face add a touch of bewitching charm.

"Enough of the small talk, let's go into the main hall and discuss this in detail." Zhongli Wu took the lead and led everyone into the main hall, and Mo Yuan also withdrew his gaze and went in.

The interior of this hall is quite spacious, but not much decorated. There are only a few decorative statues and a black wooden conference table around the perimeter.

“End Douluo, please.” Zhongli Wu said to Mo Yuan, pointing to the first chair on the left at the head of the table.

That position should have belonged to Zhou Bojun, but now that Zhou Bojun has been killed by Mo Yuan, it naturally belongs to Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly. Then Zhongli Wu and the other worshippers and elders took their seats according to their respective positions.

Mo Yuan quickly discovered that, based on Zhongli Wu's position as the dividing line, the seats on the left, below him, were occupied by the Holy Spirit Cult's worshippers, while the elders and their ilk were on the right.

Furthermore, judging from the attitudes of both sides, it is clear that these worshippers do not have much reverence for Zhongli Wu; on the contrary, the elders seem to have the word 'loyalty' written all over their faces.

Based on the experiences of Zhang Peng and Wu Yun, Mo Yuan guessed that the elders and others in the Holy Spirit Cult were Zhongli Wu's direct subordinates, while the worshippers were won over through various means.

He is capable, but not very loyal.

After everyone was seated, Zhongli Wu coughed lightly, then stood up and went straight to the point, loudly announcing to everyone,
"I will not waste everyone's time any longer. Now, as the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, I hereby announce that, from this day forward, Ye Xuan, the Douluo of the End, will officially become the Second Elder of the Hall of Worship of the Holy Spirit Sect, second only to the Chief Elder and the Supreme Leader in status! He will be on par with me!"

The second offering? Shouldn't it be the first offering?

Mo Yuan frowned, sensing something was amiss, but just as he was pondering Zhongli Wu's intentions...

Some of the worshippers and the elders opposite them stood up and applauded as if the citizens of the Land of Light had seen the general, their expressions extremely excited.

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master! With two senior members joining our sect, it's like adding wings to a tiger, or a dragon entering the sea!"

"That's right! The Second Elder and you, the Sect Leader, are like pillars of white jade supporting the sky and beams of purple gold spanning the sea in our sect! Neither of them can be missing!"

"Yes, yes, who in the world doesn't know the name of Lord Douluo of the End? It's truly legendary and resounds throughout the continent! He punched the Star Luo Hall of Worship and kicked the Shrek Sea God Pavilion!"

These worshippers and elders all acted as if they had seen their own father, showering Mo Yuan with endless praise and flattery.

It's not that Mo Yuan is really their biological father, nor does he have these beastly descendants. It's just that anyone with a sound mind can see how high Mo Yuan's status is in the current situation.

Since neither Long Xiaoyao nor Ye Xishui, the two strongest members, manage the Holy Spirit Sect, and the sect leader Zhongli Wu's strength is lower than Mo Yuan's, Mo Yuan is essentially an invisible supreme ruler within the Holy Spirit Sect.

Unless the chief retainer or the supreme leader speaks up, it's estimated that Mo Yuan will ignore everyone.

At this point, Mo Yuan roughly guessed Zhongli Wu's intention. There was no deep-seated scheming involved; he probably just wanted to outdo him in terms of address.

He's like a primary school student.

"Childish..." Mo Yuan thought to himself. He was too lazy to care about such things. It didn't matter what he was called, since Zhongli Wu couldn't beat him anyway.

Zhongli Wu waved his hand to stop the elders and retainers, then stepped forward to Mo Yuan and solemnly said, "Second Retainer, it is a blessing for the Holy Spirit Sect to have you. Today, I wish to become sworn brothers with you."

"I wish to be the river, flowing with you."

"Ha, willing to be river water? More like willing to be swill..." Mo Yuan also stood up, pretending to be serious, patted Zhongli Wu's shoulder heavily, and then pointed outside the hall with his other hand.

“Master, in my hometown there is a great river called Luoshui, which has nurtured my ancestors for generations to this day, and it is of great significance.”

"Today, I swear by the Luo River that as long as the Holy Spirit Sect does not betray me, I will certainly not betray the Holy Spirit Sect."

(End of this chapter)