Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

On the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire, stands an unnamed small town.

Today, torrential rain poured down, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the city streets than usual.

A young man carrying a black umbrella walked for a long time in the rain before finally stepping into an inn where people could rest and have tea.

At this moment, the inn was filled with many Soul Masters. Some were resting with their eyes closed, while others were chatting with teacups in hand. Occasionally, someone would loudly boast about their experiences. The atmosphere was not exactly lively, but it still had a touch of everyday life.

The boy folded his umbrella and stepped inside.

But the moment he stepped into the inn, all the Soul Masters present turned their gazes to him.

His gaze was wary and scrutinizing, as if he were assessing this stranger who had suddenly intruded.

However, after a moment, everyone looked away and went back to their own business, as if he were just an insignificant breeze.

The boy remained unmoved by this scene.

He quickly scanned the inn and found that there was almost no room to stand in the lobby until he saw a table with only three people sitting around it, just enough room for one more person.

He walked straight over, but just as he was about to sit down, the three men's expressions changed, their tone full of impatience and threats.

"Kid, what do you mean? This isn't a place for you to sit. Get out of here!"

"If you know what's good for you, leave on your own. Don't wait for us to make a move!"

"roll!"

The three men's shouts instantly attracted the attention of everyone else in the inn. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with a hint of schadenfreude, waiting to see the boy's reaction: would he impulsively retort, or would he silently turn and leave?

But the boy suddenly smiled faintly, his voice low but clear enough to reach the three men's ears: "Gentlemen, have you ever tasted the bitterness of annihilation?"

"Huh?" The burly man sitting in the middle suddenly stood up, his brows furrowed. "Kid, you can't understand human language, can you?"

"Still want to be annihilated? I think you want to be destroyed by us..."

Before the burly man could finish speaking, his body suddenly swelled up without warning. In the blink of an eye, he was like a balloon that had been inflated to its limit, his skin stretched until it shone.

The next second, with a loud "bang", the balloon suddenly exploded, and blood mixed with bits of flesh poured down like a torrential rain, splattering everyone around, but not a single drop landed on the boy.

The young man slowly sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and then introduced himself: "I forgot to mention, my name is Gad, and I am an evil spirit master."

"I'm only here today to gather some information. Consider what I did just now a small gift. Are you satisfied?"

Only then did the people in the inn realize what had happened.

A Soul Master dressed in a cyan outfit suddenly stood up. He was confident in his cultivation level and his eyes were filled with anger and fear: "Damn evil Soul Master! How dare you commit violence in this city! Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—clearly, he was a Spirit Emperor!
But Gard seemed oblivious, continuing to sip his tea leisurely. Just as the Soul Emperor's attack was about to strike him, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The Soul Emperor's body suddenly twisted in mid-air, as if gripped by an invisible hand, then rapidly compressed, finally shrinking into a black sphere the size of a fist, slowly disappearing into the air as if it had never existed.

What kind of bizarre soul skill is this?

When did evil spirit masters acquire such terrifying abilities?

The inn fell silent instantly. The soul masters who had originally planned to join forces against Gad were now frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

They didn't want to disappear without a trace like that Soul Emperor from before.

"Relax." Gad raised his eyes, gesturing for everyone to sit down, his tone as casual as if he were chatting. "I just wanted to ask for some information. If you cooperate, it'll save everyone trouble, won't it?"

But some people always take a chance.

While everyone's attention was on Gad, a Soul Master sitting in the corner quietly got up and ran towards the inn's entrance.

Even though it's pouring rain outside, it's still better than staying in the inn facing this ruthless evil spirit master.

Just as his hand was about to touch the inn's curtain, a chaotic flame suddenly burst into flames all over his body.

The flames had no heat, yet they carried an aura that devoured everything. In an instant, the Soul Master was engulfed by the flames, and before he could even utter a scream, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

"Can't you just let me finish?"

Gard's tone finally carried a hint of dissatisfaction. He raised a finger, and the other two people who had been sitting at the same table as the burly man suddenly swelled up as if inflated, followed by two loud "bangs" as they followed in the burly man's footsteps.

Even more terrifying, this bizarre expansion seemed to be contagious, and the other guests in the inn also began to expand and explode uncontrollably, with blood mixed with bits of flesh falling continuously. The once relatively tidy inn was instantly transformed into a living hell.

Outside, a torrential downpour was raging, but inside the inn, blood was flying everywhere. Yet, no matter how much blood fell, it always swirled around Gad, not a single drop touching his clothes.

Gad looked at the scene before him, a smile of near-obsession on his face, and murmured in admiration, "This is the true meaning of annihilation, how wonderful."

He stood up and walked towards the inn's counter.

The only survivor was still standing there, the innkeeper.

By this time, the boss was trembling with fear, his legs felt like lead and he couldn't move, his face as pale as paper.

In his eyes, the seemingly young boy in front of him was a devil crawled out of hell, a ruthless killer.

"Boss, I'll ask, you answer, is that alright?" Gard's voice was very soft, but it made the boss tremble even more.

"Yes, yes... Your Excellency, please ask, I will answer whatever I know!" The boss's voice was trembling with sobs, and he had to exert a great deal of effort to say each word, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would suffer the same fate as everyone else.

Gade nodded and cut to the chase: "I'm asking you, where is the so-called messenger of death now?"

Upon hearing this, the boss's face instantly turned even more ashen, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "M-Sir...I...I really don't know!"

"You don't know?" Gad raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his eyes. He took a step forward, looking down at his boss. "As the leader of this band of robbers, you wouldn't know?"

"Sir! We're just a bunch of ordinary robbers, we usually just burn, kill, and plunder, how dare we provoke that so-called Grim Reaper!" The shopkeeper was so anxious he was about to cry.

"And a demonic soul master... This is the first time I've ever met a demonic soul master like you today!"

He told the truth.

Today, he had planned to take advantage of the torrential rain to discuss the next robbery target with his men.

The border region is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and burning, killing, and looting are common occurrences. He thought he was ruthless enough, but he never expected to encounter a scourge like Gad.

After listening, Gad sighed softly, his tone tinged with regret: "I see... I was going to spare your life, but unfortunately you didn't know how to seize the opportunity."

"Since that's the case, then you shall perish along with us."

As he spoke, a wisp of black energy gathered at his fingertips.

Upon seeing this, the innkeeper was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly: "My lord, spare my life! I really didn't know! Please spare me, and I'll give you all the money in the inn, as well as the soul bone I hid!"

But Gadkar's words shattered his hopes completely: "Even if you die, won't all those things still be mine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wisp of black energy shot out instantly, piercing precisely into the boss's heart.

The boss's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes widened, and finally he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Gade crouched down, took the storage ring off the boss's finger, scanned it with his mental power, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "I didn't expect being a bandit leader to be so profitable."

Just then, he suddenly looked up at the outside of the inn, his eyes sharpening: "Looks like a rat has tipped us off."

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said in a calm tone, "In that case, it's time to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure faded away like water vapor, eventually disappearing completely from the inn as if he had never existed.

Not long after, a group of soldiers in standard armor rushed into the inn.

When they saw the scene before them, everyone froze on the spot, their faces filled with fear and shock.

Blood and bits of flesh were scattered everywhere on the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. The entire inn looked like it had just been the site of a massacre, a truly horrific sight.

"Captain... this must have been done by an evil spirit master, right?" A young soldier's voice trembled, and he didn't even dare to glance around.

"Nonsense!" The team leader slapped him hard on the back of the head, his voice filled with urgency and lingering fear. "What are you standing there for? Go back and inform the city lord! This level of evil spirit master is not someone we can handle!"

These little Karami were nothing but ants in the face of such a terrifying evil spirit master.

...(End of chapter)