Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 188 The Amorous Douluo and the Ghost Emperor Douluo

Late at night, outside the ruins of the Tang Clan branch.

The space rippled like water, and a dark blue figure silently appeared at the edge of the ruins.

Zang Xin, the amorous Douluo, whose handsome face always carried a charming and carefree smile, was now so gloomy it could drip water.

An invisible force field surrounded him, keeping out the pervasive dust and the bone-chilling, deathly cold.

His gaze was like lightning, instantly sweeping across the vast, unsettling underground space.

His spiritual power surged forth like an invisible tide, more than ten times stronger and purer than that of the previous Title Douluo.

However, what was returned was still that despairing emptiness.

There was no residual energy, no spatial fluctuations, not a trace of struggle or destruction. It was as if this place had always been a pure void.

"Who exactly is responsible for erasing...?" Zang Xin frowned, the chill in his heart even greater than that of the ruins.

He moved swiftly, preparing to delve deeper into the core area for investigation.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

A chilling laugh, like countless wronged spirits rubbing against sandpaper, suddenly broke the silence of the night.

The sound was elusive, seemingly coming from all directions, yet also echoing directly in the depths of one's soul.

Zang Xin's figure suddenly froze, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he abruptly turned to the dense shadow behind him.

The shadows wriggled, spreading like ink drops into clear water.

A slender figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer wore a long, jet-black robe that seemed to absorb all light, and his face was covered by an extremely eerie mask.

The mask was neither gold nor wood, but deathly white as bone, with distorted features. One corner of the mouth was exaggeratedly raised to the ear, carrying a maniacal laugh, while the other corner of the mouth drooped down in pain, and a single congealed tear of blood hung from the corner of the eye.

It was this pale mask, which seemed to be neither smiling nor crying, that exuded a sinister aura that made one's soul feel uneasy.

Behind the eye holes of the mask, two eerie green flames burned silently, coldly locking onto Zang Xin.

"Ghost Emperor Douluo, Ghost Flame, it's actually you!" Zang Xin's voice was as cold as the northern ice. He instantly recognized the newcomer as one of the giants of the dark side of the Spirit Pagoda.

He is also one of the most powerful figures in the Spirit Pagoda.

Although he lacks the cultivation level of a Limit Douluo, his actual combat strength is even greater than that of an ordinary Limit Douluo.

This truly shows how mechanisms replace thinking, and numbers replace the brain.

The Ghost Emperor's martial soul is very special and extremely troublesome. Even weaker Limit Douluos would shake their heads at the sight of him, not wanting to provoke him at all.

Furthermore, without the debuff that allows evil spirit masters to improve their cultivation by harming others, although their overall cultivation level is not as high as in the original work, their actual combat power is terrifyingly strong, definitely stronger than in the original work.

The original evil spirit masters were already extremely powerful, each possessing a unique and bizarre martial spirit. Now, without the restrictions of the debuff, their martial spirits have become those of superior beings.

The Amorous Douluo Zang Xin roared:

What are you doing here?

Unexpectedly, he actually appeared here.

That makes it very difficult to deal with.

"Hehehe... The renowned Amorous Douluo of the Tang Clan has actually deigned to grace this Mingdu Ruins with his presence overnight. What a rare guest."

Gui Yan's voice came through the mask, hoarse and distorted, like rusty iron scraping against each other.

"Having nothing better to do, I was simply enjoying the night view of Mingdu when I unexpectedly encountered a top figure ranked seventh on the Douluo Continent's Power Ranking." "I wonder if Your Majesty has come to this desolate place so late at night for some important, shady business?"

"Hmph." Zang Xin snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure pressed down on Gui Yan like a mountain, causing the air to hum uncontrollably.

"Why should I explain my actions to you?"

"As for you, Gui Yan, judging from your eerie ghostly aura, your cultivation has already reached the peak of level ninety-eight, just one step away from the ultimate realm. I would like to ask you, how many innocent lives has your Ghost King Martial Soul, which feeds on devouring living beings and refining vengeful spirits, consumed to accumulate such cultivation as it is today?"

"The Spirit Pagoda has indeed long since become a den of evil spirit masters. I really don't know why those fools in the Federation are so reluctant to listen to the words of my Tang Sect and Shrek Academy and completely eradicate your filth."

"Hahahahaha!"

Gui Yan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and let out an even more ear-piercing and maniacal laugh. His black robes fluttered without wind, and the ghostly green flames rose sharply, actually managing to resist Zang Xin's oppressive aura.

"Evil Soul Master? Devouring living beings? Amorous Douluo, your Tang Sect prides itself on being righteous, but your skill in labeling people is truly first-rate!"

His laughter abruptly stopped, the will-o'-the-wisps on his mask flickered wildly, and his voice suddenly became shrill and venomous:

"I will tell you today that I, Gui Yan, have never used any living person's essence, blood, or soul to help me cultivate to this point."

“Every bit of cultivation I have gained is the result of my arduous struggle, my brush with death, and the use of the pills hidden in the Spirit Transmission Tower to forcefully break through the barriers.”

"Although my Ghost King Martial Soul is of the Yin and evil nature, my path is based solely on the two words 'self'."

"Keep your sanctimonious accusations to yourself; they're nothing but bullshit to me."

He slightly raised his withered fingers beneath his black robe, and a deep, eerie green spark, seemingly capable of devouring souls, danced at his fingertips. The surrounding temperature did not decrease, but the light dimmed eerily, as if even the starlight was being absorbed by that spark.

"As for you, Amorous Douluo, although you are a level 99 Limit Douluo and the seventh on the continent, I really want to test your strength today."

"I'm absolutely confident I can handle you, hehehehe."

"How about we use the Ghost King Martial Soul you gave me as our starting point today?"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling, filthy, and terrifying aura, seemingly connected to the deepest hell, suddenly erupted from Gui Yan's body.

The aura was filled with despair, resentment, and death. Although it was slightly less powerful and vast than Zang Xin's, its sinister and eerie nature made Zang Xin feel a strong palpitation, as if his soul was being corroded.

Zang Xin's expression turned completely serious.

What Guiyan said was true.

Although this person's cultivation level is slightly lower, his martial soul, Ghost King, is extremely vicious and domineering, specializing in damaging the soul and corroding life force. Moreover, his methods are unpredictable and bizarre.

Even among evil martial souls, the Ghost King martial soul is the most outstanding, possessing absolute dominance. It is the purest form of evil soul master.

Not to mention that Gui Yan has been walking in the darkness for many years, and his combat experience is probably more bloody and cruel than that of Douluo who is stationed at the headquarters.

His confident and boastful words were by no means unfounded.

The eerie ghostly aura emanating from Gui Yan clashed violently with Zang Xin's vast and boundless Limit Douluo aura in the void, emitting a silent hiss.

The air seemed to solidify into a viscous swamp, and even the deathly chill permeating the ruins was suppressed by this more ferocious and eerie aura.

The eerie green flames danced around Ghost Flame, outlining countless twisted and wailing skeleton phantoms, emitting a soul-piercing shriek.

Zang Xin's eyes were sharp as knives, and a sword was already in his hand.

The sword is long and slender, its entire body shimmering with a warm, jade-like pink aura, yet its sword intent is both tender and poignant, concealing a resolute determination.

It was his martial spirit, the Amorous Sword.

(End of this chapter)