Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

"Lord Mo Yan, it seems that the two of them also left the day before yesterday."

"As expected."

Mo Yan played with the fiery red pill she had refined with the dragon soul. She held the pill up to the sunlight streaming in through the dormitory window, and the pill immediately appeared even more vibrant, as if flames were burning inside.

"Alo, do you think this pill is pretty?"

Dugu Luo looked at the fiery red pill in Mo Yan's hand and nodded: "Very beautiful, Lord Mo Yan."

"So tell me, should we give it to Ma Xiaotao now?"

"Lord Mo Yan, are you finally going to extend your evil claws to her?" Dugu Luo raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

The last transaction involved only Bei Bei, but unfortunately, he was a disappointment and gave the pills directly to Tang Ya, almost infuriating that old man Mu En.

She secretly sighed with regret at the time.

"It's nothing more than winning people's hearts." Mo Yan continued to admire the red pill in his hand.

The pills created by the main body can make the user obedient, but the strength of the effect depends on how much soul power is injected during the refining process.

For example, the one given to Beibei didn't use much dragon soul, so naturally the effect was poor. Besides, the main body didn't even think much of Beibei and Tang Ya.

Any one of her subordinates could easily defeat these two, and Mo Yan's use of the pills now was merely a strategic move to prepare for future developments.

After all, it's not a good thing that an extremist is about to appear.

In a border village of the Star Luo Empire...

The village, which should have been simple and peaceful, has now become a living hell, with bloodstains and corpses everywhere.

A figure shrouded in a black cloak walked through the village, constantly cursing "useless trash."

"As expected, they're all useless, all useless pieces without any soul power. They can't be used for refining at all, damn it!"

The man surveyed the corpses of ordinary people on the ground, his gaze beneath his cloak icy and inhuman, as if these dead were nothing more than ants trampled to death.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute came from the nearby woods, instantly attracting his attention.

He stared intently in the direction from which the flute music was coming, and said coldly, "Who's there?"

There was no response from the woods; instead, the sound of the flute grew closer.

The man's anger flared instantly, and five spirit rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet: "Since you love playing the flute so much, then I, the messenger of death, will send you to hell to play it to your heart's content!"

But just as he was about to move, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

"what happened?"

The Grim Reaper tried to control his body again, but it felt as if it were being pressed down by a heavy object. He couldn't even lift his feet, and even the soul power within his body had vanished without a trace. The soul rings he had just summoned had also all dissipated.

At this moment, he was no longer a Soul King, but just an ordinary mortal.

This discovery instantly threw the infamous messenger of death into a panic.

He frantically urged the remaining soul power within his body, struggling desperately, like a small insect caught in a spider's web, struggling in vain, looking both pitiful and laughable.

Soon, the owner of the flute music came out.

He put away his flute, ignoring the still struggling messenger of death before him, and introduced himself in a gentlemanly tone: "My name is Gard, and I am very pleased that you have listened to my flute playing."

If there's anything you don't like, please point it out.

Death Messenger: ...

No, damn it, could I have run into someone even more insane than myself?

Didn't you see how many people died here? And you still come over to ask me if the flute music is nice? Although he was full of complaints and curses, the Grim Reaper knew very well how terrifying this person was. He had lost his ability to move with just the flute music. The other party's strength was definitely above his own.

He had to find a way to get out of there.

"The flute, the flute music is very beautiful." The Grim Reaper praised awkwardly, this was the first time he had ever praised someone since he became an evil soul master.

"I never expected that the infamous evil spirit master would actually listen to my flute music. It is truly my honor."

Death Messenger: ...

"May I ask who you are?"

The Grim Reaper suppressed his anger and asked.

He was certain that this guy in front of him had something wrong with his head!

If he had the chance, he really wanted to use his Corpse Explosion Soul Skill to blow open this guy's head and see what was inside!
But now, he must be patient.

Only by surviving can there be hope of turning things around.

"Me?" Gard suddenly fell into deep thought.

His birth was meant to annihilate this world, to be the sum of all evil in his original form; but it was precisely because of the hope that his original form could still survive that he was able to suppress those extreme evils and maintain the most basic balance of reason.

His existence is special, and only the original body knows his origin.

So he looked at the Grim Reaper before him, who was filled with fear, apprehension, anger, and a hint of murderous intent, and slowly said, "I'm sorry, but I'm here to take your life."

"But now, I need to apologize to you first. You shouldn't be angry, right?"

"???" Upon hearing this, the Grim Reaper was first taken aback, then quickly reacted and stepped forward, saying, "Your Excellency, please calm down! Let's talk this out. No matter what it is, there's always room for discussion!"

At this moment, he had cursed Gad's ancestors a thousand times over in his mind. God wanted to kill him, but apologized to him first. This guy must be a lunatic!
Although he was cursing wildly in his heart, he was still busy reassuring people with his words: "I have a lot of treasure hidden there. If you don't mind, just say the word and I can have it all..."

The messenger of death suddenly stopped speaking.

At this moment, he stared at Gad in front of him, his pupils suddenly contracting, as if he were witnessing the most despairing scene of his life.

Eight spirit rings suddenly appeared on Gad's body, their colors in the following order: black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red.

Is this kind of spirit ring configuration something that ordinary people can possess?
What made the Grim Reaper even more desperate was not only the terrifying spirit ring, but also the bottomless abyss behind Gad, and the pair of eyes in the abyss staring intently at him, blurry and indistinct, their outlines completely indistinguishable.

It felt as if just one more glance would tear my soul apart by the owner of those eyes; yet, despite knowing I shouldn't look, a strong desire and greed welled up within me, making me unable to resist looking again…

"Although I really want to kill you, you still have some use, so you will become my slave!"

As soon as Gad finished speaking, the abyss behind him suddenly surged like a raging storm, instantly engulfing the entire body of the Grim Reaper.

"what--!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky...

Gad listened calmly to the screams, even nodding in satisfaction: "Making every person you've killed suffer a thousand cuts is the lightest punishment you can get."

Soon, the Grim Reaper tumbled out of the abyss, his body convulsing, like a dead man who had just crawled back from the eighteenth level of hell. At this moment, he could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was fake.

"Tsk~ Is this guy finished?" Gad was somewhat disappointed when he saw the Grim Reaper's appearance.

He thought the guy could hold on a little longer.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the messenger of death suddenly got up, his voice hollow and devoid of any emotion: "Greetings, sir!"

Gad paused, it seemed his experiment had succeeded.

...(End of chapter)