Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Inside a branch of the Holy Spirit Church, dim candlelight flickered on the damp walls, casting distorted silhouettes of several figures.

"Elder, do you think your subordinate can bring the person here?"

A malevolent spirit master, his face covered in spiderweb-like patterns, stared at the glass filled with scarlet liquid in his companion's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

The liquid in the glass rippled eerily. The evil spirit master holding the glass slowly licked his lips, his bluish-gray fingernails unconsciously rubbing against the glass: "She will definitely do it."

He gave a sinister smile. "After all, her parents' souls are still with me!"

"That's good." The first evil spirit master to speak rubbed his hands together, a greedy glint in his eyes. "As long as we offer that arrogant brat to the cult leader, our status within the sect will improve."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, eliciting a knowing chuckle in return.

"Of course!" The evil spirit master in the corner slammed his hand on the table, causing the candlelight to flicker violently. "Who in the entire Holy Spirit Cult doesn't know now? The sect leader is eyeing Jin Tianming of the Sun Moon Royal Academy, just waiting to use that little beast's heart's blood to break through the shackles of level ninety-nine!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone showed expressions of anticipation.

Some even began to fantasize about being personally bestowed a soul bone by the cult leader, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

Just then, with a loud "boom", the rotten iron gate was blown away like a piece of paper, and gravel mixed with dust filled the air.

"Who dares to be so bold!" The evil spirit master closest to the door grabbed his bone staff, and his body suddenly blazed with evil fire.

As the dust settled, everyone's pupils contracted instantly, and Jin Tianming, with his hands behind his back, slowly stepped into this space filled with the stench of blood.

The boy's moon-white school uniform was spotless, and his eyes, as bright as molten gold, slowly swept over the people in the room, making no attempt to hide the disgust and contempt surging in them.

"Boss, he seems to be that Jin Tianming." A demonic soul master leaned close to the branch elder and whispered a reminder.

At this moment, the branch elder was holding a wine glass, the scarlet liquid in the glass reflecting his distorted face, as he greedily drank a mouthful of blood.

"Oh~ it's him?" The branch elder's voice was sinister, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of excitement and anticipation.

The branch elder slammed down the blood-filled wine glass in his hand, slowly stuck out his tongue, licked the remaining blood from his lips, and stared intently at Jin Tianming not far away, his greed almost overflowing.

He was calculating in his heart that as long as he could offer this legendary genius of the sun and moon to the cult leader, his status in the organization would surely be further elevated.

"Go! Capture this legendary genius of the Sun and Moon Sect! Present him to the sect leader, and we'll advance even further!"

The branch manager suddenly stood up, waving his arms and shouting orders at the top of his lungs.

Those evil soul masters, who had been sharpening their knives for a long time, had greedy glints in their eyes. Like hungry wolves that had smelled blood, they roared and charged toward Jin Tianming, all hoping to be the first to capture this genius and make the greatest contribution.

Jin Tianming stood quietly in place, his posture upright and his expression calm.

Faced with the surging tide of evil spirit masters, he seemed oblivious, showing neither panic nor any sign of preparing to retaliate, as if the crisis before him was nothing more than a child's play.

Standing behind Jin Tianming, Nana frowned, her eyes filled with doubt.

She had brought him here herself, yet he stood there so calmly and motionless.

But she soon realized how naive her idea was. How could someone who could be called a genius not have guards?
Just as the evil spirit masters were about to touch Jin Tianming, a flash of cold light appeared, and countless sharp blades slashed through the air.

The next second, screams rose and fell as the heads of the evil spirit masters flew off their bodies, blood gushing out like fountains, a horrifying scene.

The branch elder stared in horror, about to summon his martial spirit to retaliate, when a chilling aura, like a venomous snake, instantly crept up his neck.

A flash of cold light, and a sharp soul tool dagger was already firmly placed against his carotid artery. If he twitched his muscles even slightly, the blade could easily slice open his fragile throat.

"Don't move." Mo Xie's icy voice came from behind, close to his ear, carrying a hint of bloodlust.

With a slight downward pressure, the dagger pressed down, leaving a pale indentation on the branch elder's wrinkled neck. His eyes, like poisoned arrows, were full of warning: "The blade is silent."

At this moment, the branch elder dared not make the slightest move. He knew that if he dared to make any rash moves, the person behind him would definitely act without hesitation and end his life here.

"Who exactly are you? You must also be an evil spirit master, right?" The branch elder struggled to turn his eyes, looking at the blade against his neck, his voice filled with disbelief.

He was all too familiar with the nauseatingly evil aura emanating from Mo Xie.

"Who am I?" Mo Xie sneered, his scarlet pupils gleaming with a sinister light. His voice trailed off with a contemptuous tremor, as if mocking the foolishness of the person in front of him. "You even dare to covet the Golden Dragon Lord. Evil Soul Masters are indeed all blind fools."

"Aren't you also an evil soul master?" The branch elder was full of doubts. He glanced cautiously at Mo Xie behind him out of the corner of his eye, trying to persuade him to join his side by using their shared identity as evil soul masters.

"Hey, senior, we're all evil spirit masters! That young man's talent is one in a hundred years. Why don't you just kill him? I promise I'll keep it a secret!"

“Utterly foolish.” Mo Xie’s tone was icy, devoid of any emotion.

"Senior, what do you mean?"

Seeing that Moye remained unmoved, the branch elder's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. Despite trying to remain calm, fine beads of cold sweat had already seeped from his forehead, gleaming eerily in the candlelight.

"That means your life countdown has begun, rat."

Jin Tianming slowly walked up to the branch elder, his eyes full of disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

The branch elder looked up in alarm and saw a young man approaching, his body entwined with golden dragon patterns that shone brightly in the darkness.

His amber eyes reflected his own tiny, ant-like image, a sight that stung his eyes.

At that moment, the branch elder was struck dumb, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Looking at Jin Tianming in front of him, the fear in his heart surged like a raging tide, and reason instantly shattered all his wishful thinking.

He kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling with sobs: "My lord, I was blind! Spare my life!"

“The phrase ‘blind to the truth’ is not something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to say.”

Jin Tianming sneered, and his palm suddenly transformed into a dragon claw covered in scales. With a metallic crunching sound, the branch elder's head was easily pressed into the ground.

The stench of mud and blood filled the air. "Feeling dizzy the first time you die? Don't worry, you won't feel it for long."

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, he twisted off the opponent's head with his bare hands and casually tossed it into the air.

Just as the thick rain of blood was about to fall, a dark figure darted out like a ghost.

The black cloak unfurled in the air like an umbrella, keeping all the filth out.

The dark figure knelt on one knee, revealing half of a face covered in silver dragon scales under the brim of his hat: "Lord Golden Dragon, your heart is dirty."

Jin Tianming flicked the blood off his fingertips, his gaze suddenly shifting to the depths of the shadows.

There, in a certain corner, the air rippled, as if stirred by an invisible hand: "Senior, after watching for so long, do you want me to personally invite you out?"

(End of this chapter)