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

Chapter 189 Leng Yulai: Have some shame, Tang Clan!
"Ghost Flame!" Zang Xin's voice pierced through the eerie ghost howl, carrying a chilling killing intent. "I came here to investigate the disappearance of the Tang Clan branch, but now my vast Mingdu branch has been completely wiped out, leaving not a single tile behind."

"And you, at this very moment, appear here..."

His sword was pointed directly at the flickering ghost flames on the Ghost Flame Mask, and he questioned sharply:
"Do I have reason to suspect that it was you, representing the Spirit Pagoda, who destroyed my Tang Sect branch?"

"Does your Spirit Pagoda intend to start a full-scale war with my Tang Sect right now?"

"Jiejiejiejie."

Gui Yan's laughter grew even more manic and piercing. The expression on his mask seemed to come alive, the lines that were neither laughing nor crying twisting and writhing, revealing extreme malice and mockery.

"Investigation? Coincidentally, I was also ordered to investigate what good things have happened at this Tang Clan branch, but..."

He deliberately drew out his words, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps gathered at his fingertips to form a strange lotus flower, radiating a chilling aura that corroded the soul.

"Seeing your Tang Clan branch reduced to this wretched state, I am truly... deeply disappointed. Haha, the disappointment isn't that it's gone, but rather—"

The will-o'-the-wisp lotus suddenly expanded, reflecting his eerie mask, and his voice abruptly rose, filled with a morbid longing:

"How wonderful it would be if I could do it myself, watching those self-proclaimed righteous Tang Sect disciples struggle and wail under my Netherworld Ghost Fire, their souls slowly burned and devoured, turning into ashes in agony..."

"Just thinking about that scene makes me tremble with excitement, hehehehe!"

"Asshole!!"

Gui Yan's words were like the most vicious curse, completely igniting Zang Xin's anger.

He had dominated the mainland for a century, and had never suffered such blatant humiliation and provocation.
Especially since the other party dared to so blaspheme the heroic spirits of the Tang Clan.

The Amorous Sword resonated with a humming sound, and its lingering sword intent instantly transformed into sword light.

Before the sword light even arrived, the sharp sword intent, containing the extreme rage of a Limit Douluo, had already cut through the air with a hissing sound, aiming straight for Gui Yan's brow.

This sword strike was faster than lightning, ruthless and unparalleled, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you, the seventh-ranked player on the continent?"

Gui Yan laughed wildly, showing no fear whatsoever in the face of the Limit Douluo's furious attack.

His withered arms suddenly opened, his black robe fluttering wildly.

The eighth soul ring lights up.

"The Ghost King descends upon the world, and ten thousand souls wail in agony."

The eerie green flames suddenly shot into the sky, instantly transforming into a gigantic phantom of a ghost king, tens of meters tall.

The Ghost King was clad in tattered bone armor, wielding a giant scythe burning with ghostly flames, and two points of ghostly fire, even more profound and venomous than those in Ghost Flame's eyes, flickered in his empty eye sockets.

Countless green skulls, formed from pure resentment and ghostly flames, surged forth from the phantom of the Ghost King like a tidal wave, emitting deafening, shrill screams, and crashed fiercely into the pink, earth-shattering sword light.

The sword light and the torrent of eerie green ghost fire collided violently.

The sword light of the Amorous Sword was incomparably sharp, annihilating countless skeleton ghost fires, but those ghost fires seemed endless, one after another, and carried a strong corrosive and resentful impact, constantly eroding and polluting the spirituality and power of the sword light.

The ghost king's phantom let out a silent roar, and the enormous bone scythe, carrying the power to tear through space, slashed fiercely at the core of the sword light.

For a moment, the sword light and the ghostly fire were locked in a stalemate. The violent energy turbulence plowed the already damaged ground into deep trenches, and even space itself was slightly distorted. Ghost Flame actually withstood Zang Xin's enraged sword strike by virtue of its strange and domineering martial spirit and its fearless ferocity.

Although the ghost king's phantom trembled violently and its eerie green light dimmed somewhat, it did manage to block the attack.

"Heh heh, Limit Douluo, nothing special. Let's go again!" The voice beneath the Ghost Flame mask was filled with a frenzied fighting spirit, and the Ghost King phantom once again raised its giant scythe.

Zang Xin's eyes were icy cold, his killing intent intensified, and the light on the Amorous Sword rose even higher, clearly indicating that the next strike would be even more terrifying.

Just the next moment.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched, icy cry, filled with endless darkness and majesty, suddenly tore through the night sky.

A colossal, pitch-black figure, carrying overwhelming dark energy, crashed into the core area where Zang Xin and Gui Yan were locked in combat with unparalleled force.

It was a phoenix made entirely of pure dark energy, its wings spread wide enough to blot out the sky and the moon, each feather like the deepest night sky, burning with ominous black flames.

Wherever it passed, light was completely swallowed up, and even Guiyan's Netherworld Ghost Fire seemed to be suppressed and dimmed for a moment.

The Dark Phoenix did not attack either side, but instead used itself as a projectile, recklessly crashing into the energy turbulence of the Amorous Sword's light and the ghostly green flames.

The terrifying energy was instantly detonated, forming a visible dark shockwave that swept in all directions in a ring.

Zang Xin and Gui Yan both groaned as they were forcefully thrown back by the sudden force, each flying dozens of meters backward before barely managing to regain their footing.

The violent energy collision between the two was abruptly interrupted and dissipated by this collision.

The smoke and residual dark energy slowly dissipated, revealing a tall and graceful figure, like a queen of the night, suspended in mid-air.

She wore a magnificent black palace dress with dark gold phoenix patterns embroidered on the hem. Her face was exquisitely beautiful yet cold, and her phoenix eyes were deep and dark, as if they could suck away one's soul.

It was none other than Leng Yulai, the Dark Phoenix Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda.

Her cold phoenix eyes swept over Zang Xin, whose face was ashen, and Gui Yan, whose breathing was slightly disordered but whose fighting spirit remained undiminished.

"Stop it, all of you! Fighting and unleashing soul skills in the heart of Mingdu City—are you trying to attract all the powerful figures in Mingdu, or are you trying to lure the Federal Army here to watch a show? What kind of behavior is this!"

Zang Xin's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Leng Yulai in the air, sensing the dark aura emanating from her that was even deeper and more terrifying than the intelligence reports suggested. His voice carried a hint of disbelief and solemnity:

"Dark Phoenix Leng Yulai, you... you've actually broken through to level ninety-eight?"

That speed is simply astonishing!
"Hehe." Gui Yan chuckled, the ghost king phantom on his body slowly receding, and the eerie expression on his mask calming down, as if his previous madness was just an illusion. He slowly said to Leng Yulai, "Little Sister Leng's talent is truly enviable. She's already at level ninety-eight?"

"It seems that it won't be long before our Spirit Pagoda has another Limit Douluo."

Leng Yulai ignored Gui Yan's flattery, her icy gaze falling on Zang Xin with undisguised sarcasm:
"Zang Xin, if your Tang Clan wants to investigate the branch's loss of contact, then go ahead and investigate."

"But these ruins are right here. If you have evidence, produce it. If you don't, don't act like a mad dog, biting anyone you can and throwing mud at our Spirit Pagoda."

As she spoke, Leng Yulai's lips curled into a mocking smile:
"The prestigious Tang Clan, a sect with a history of ten thousand years, acts so despicably, resorting only to framing and slander?"

Have some shame, I'm ashamed for you guys.

(End of this chapter)