Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 258 The Evil Soul Master Attacks

Gula successfully bought a ticket and boarded the Soul Guide Train bound for Tiandou City.

The carriage was dimly lit, and the scenery outside the window flashed by, but he felt a vague unease. This unease was not unfounded—he had just discovered that Tang Wulin had also boarded the same train.

What bothered him even more was the train conductor's name mentioned in the train's announcement: Mo Lan.

"Dark Blue," Gula repeated the name in a low voice.

He remembered the name. He had heard about Mo Lan, the daughter of Mo Wu, the governor of Tian Dou City, and how she chose to become an ordinary train conductor.

In this world where Soul Masters reign supreme, Mo Wu, as one of the few commoner councilors, dares not seek special privileges for his family even though he wields great power. His daughter, Mo Lan, insists on sharing the joys and sorrows of ordinary people, and it is said that she was even kidnapped some time ago.

"It's really troublesome."

Gula rubbed his temples. He didn't want to get involved in any political turmoil, but right now, he was more concerned with another question: what were the chances of this train being attacked by evil spirit masters?
The answer came faster than he expected.

Less than ten minutes after the train started moving, a commotion suddenly broke out from the direction of carriage number seven. Screams and sounds of fighting mingled together, shattering the tranquility inside the carriage.

Gula suddenly stood up and, ignoring the flight attendants' attempts to stop him, strode towards the source of the disturbance.

"Get out of the way!" He stepped over the attendant blocking his path, a glint of gold flashing in his eyes. Through the heavy iron door, he could clearly "see" the scene inside the carriage: a middle-aged man with a sinister face was choking a passenger, exuding a nauseating aura of evil.

"Bring Mo Lan here and release my brother immediately! Otherwise, I'll make everyone on this train pay with their lives!"

The roar of the Evil Soul Emperor made the car windows vibrate.

Just then, Gula heard his observation teacher's soul power transmission in his ear: "Be careful, the evil soul master is probably one of the survivors who carried out the terrorist attack some time ago!"

Gula nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the crowd to lock onto the location of the Evil Soul Emperor. At the same time, he also sensed Tang Wulin's familiar aura, hidden among the passengers, waiting for its opportunity.

"Delay will only lead to complications." A glint flashed in Gula's eyes, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Inside carriage number seven, the Evil Soul Emperor felt a blur before his eyes, and the hostage in his hands vanished into thin air. When he looked again, a green-haired, golden-eyed youth was already standing at the other end of the carriage, gently placing the rescued passenger on the ground.

"Gula!" Tang Wulin exclaimed in surprise, then looked around warily. "Be careful, he has accomplices!"

As if to confirm his words, an elderly man with a hunched back among the passengers inadvertently raised his head, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He stared intently at Tang Wulin, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Gula: "Teleportation soul skill? A bit troublesome... but as long as we seize the opportunity..."

Gula didn't even turn his head, but simply nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

His gaze remained fixed on the Evil Soul Emperor, but his right hand suddenly transformed into a four-meter-long dark gold claw, which swiftly reached out to grab the Evil Soul King disguised as an old man.

"what?!"

The Evil Soul King was terrified and hastily erected a pale white bone shield.

However, the dark gold claws imbued with sword intent pierced through the defense as easily as cutting tofu. A flash of cold light, and a head rolled to the ground, its face still frozen in disbelief.

"you!"

The Evil Soul Emperor's pupils constricted sharply; the scene of his companion being instantly killed shocked him. He held nothing back any longer; silver light flashed beneath his black robe, and a complete set of One-Word Battle Armor instantly covered his entire body, his soul power fluctuations abruptly escalating to the Soul Saint level!
"Oh?"

Gula raised an eyebrow, and five dark gold battle armor pieces emerged from his body. The most complex piece, the chest armor, shimmered with mysterious patterns and was the core of the battle armor.

As he donned the battle armor, his aura instantly surged to the peak of the Soul King realm, and four jet-black ten-thousand-year soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

"Tang Wulin, take the passengers away."

Gula's voice was eerily calm, "I've come to send this evil spirit master to hell."

Tang Wulin understood, and the Blue Silver Grass darted out like a nimble snake, gently enveloping the still-shaken passengers: "Then be careful." Before he finished speaking, he had already led everyone out of the carriage.

The Evil Soul Emperor's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at the exquisite battle armor and four black soul rings on Gula's body.

He feigned composure and sneered, "Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise—"

"Enough with the nonsense," Gula interrupted, his golden eyes flashing with killing intent.

Not only did he not go looking for trouble with the evil spirit master, but he also dared to show up in front of him on his own initiative. He was simply courting death!

With his right hand clenched, a light sword condensed from pure sword intent appeared out of thin air, attaching itself to the shrinking dark gold claws, its tip pointing directly at the Evil Soul Emperor's throat.

The air solidified at this moment.

The Evil Soul Emperor's cold smile froze on his face, and Gula's lightsaber was already thrust out. Before the blade even arrived, the sharp sword intent swept through the entire carriage like a cold wind, and countless fine sword marks instantly appeared on the metal walls.

"court death!"

The Evil Soul Emperor roared, his body enveloped in surging black mist. He showed no sign of being underestimated, and his fifth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Blood Soul Devours the Heart!"

Dozens of blood-red ghostly figures burst forth from the black mist, emitting piercing shrieks, and attacked Gula's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness. This was the specialty of evil soul masters, specifically targeting the most vulnerable part of a soul master's soul, often making them invincible among those of the same level.

Gula's eyes flashed with golden light, and a sword-shaped mark appeared between his brows.

"break!"

With a soft shout, pure sword intent melted snow like the blazing sun, and the blood-red ghostly figures dissipated before they even got close.

How high is the Sword Soul realm?
Even ordinary titled Douluo cannot comprehend it.

Otherwise, Ye Xinglan wouldn't have been specially recruited as an inner court student by Shrek Academy just because she touched a lower level of sword intent.

At the same time, Gula used the Ghost Shadow Step taught by Tang San, accompanied by high-speed movement moves, his figure was ghostly and swift.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Gula's figure flashed continuously inside the carriage, each appearance accompanied by a sharp sword light.

Sparks flew from the Evil Soul Emperor's battle armor, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight sword marks appeared.

"How can it be?!"

The Evil Soul Emperor was both shocked and furious. His battle armor was a complete one-word battle armor, yet it was injured by the sword energy of a Soul Master?
Completely abandoning any remaining hope, the Evil Soul Emperor finally revealed his sixth soul ring, his hands transforming into jet-black bone claws: "Dark Bone Heart-Splitting Claw!"

boom!
Two three-meter-long bone claw phantoms crossed and slashed out, accompanied by the howling and wailing of evil spirits, turning the seats into dust wherever they passed.

Instead of retreating, Gula advanced, treating his opponent purely as a target for sword practice, instantly transforming a ten-meter radius into a domain of crisscrossing sword energy.

The moment the bone claw phantom entered the sword domain, it was shredded by countless fine sword energies!

The path of sword intent is, in essence, a smooth and unobstructed road to creating one's own soul skills.

"It's time to finish."

Gula sheathed his sword and stood there listlessly. The mere Evil Soul Emperor posed absolutely no threat to him.

He missed the liberation of Hupa. Perhaps he should let Liu Niandao go there to gain experience in advance. However, he needed to find a powerful backer for him beforehand. Challenging others was a risky business, so he needed to find a strong backer.

(End of this chapter)