Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 29 Blood Sacrifice

Su Qiu stopped completely, the doubt in her eyes vanished, replaced by fervor.

The tufts of hair that were already standing up seemed to have become even firmer.

"Soul King Evil Soul Master"

After mentally assessing his own strength, Su Qiu nodded, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "It's worth a try."

For Su Qiu now, a Soul King without battle armor is neither too high nor too low, just right.

Seeing Su Qiu's expression, Su Wuyan's smile deepened, and he patted Su Qiu's shoulder: "This is a rare opportunity for real combat. And with me watching over him, nothing unexpected will happen."

"When do we leave?" Without pressing for details, Su Qiu asked the question that concerned him most at that moment.

For the past few years, Su Qiu has been cultivating day and night without fail, and his combat training has always been with teachers and elders. Although Su Qiu's goal is to eliminate evil soul masters, he has never fought a real evil soul master, let alone an opponent at the Soul King level.

Su Qiu's excitement brought a hint of relief to Su Wuyan's eyes. He replied, "Let's set off now. Every second that an evil soul master lives is a waste of air."

He placed his hand on Su Qiu's shoulder, a thought forming in his mind.

The surrounding light seemed to gradually distort and converge at a single point, and in an instant, the two turned into specks of light, drifting away with the wind.

The tree-lined path became quiet again, and even darker.

Meanwhile, far away at the entrance of Su Qiu's dormitory building, Gu Yue, who was waiting for her prey, frowned slightly.

I looked in surprise toward the path leading to the dormitory.

A powerful aura, at least at the level of a Title Douluo, flashed by there.

If Gu Yue weren't essentially a god-level being who had undergone rebirth, she wouldn't have been able to sense her with her current cultivation level.

She lowered her head slightly, and strands of hair fell down, obscuring her delicate face and making her eyes impossible to see, leaving her enigmatic.

As if talking to himself: "What's going on?"

The air fell silent.

A second later, the air trembled slightly, and Di Tian's voice came through: "My lord, it's Su Qiu's elder. He took Su Qiu away."

in silence.

Su Qiu and Wu Changkong's daily practice sessions all took place after their special training.

Tomorrow is a rare day off. So Gu Yue came here early to wait for Su Qiu to return, planning to ask him to go for a stroll in the streets later.

I never expected such a turn of events.

In that case, it's time to do something else.

“Di Tian.” A glint of light flashed in Gu Yue’s eyes. “From now on, we will monitor Tang Wulin’s every move with all our might.”

"Don't overlook any suspicious points, and report any developments immediately."

Before Di Tian could respond, Gu Yue's tone suddenly became more serious: "Be careful when you're monitoring him. Don't be too careless just because he seems weak."

"He carries the aura of another king."

"My lord, are you referring to that person?" Di Tian's voice was filled with unprecedented shock. How could Tang Wulin possess that person's aura?
"That's the truth." After this period of contact, Gu Yue was quite certain that Tang Wulin occasionally exuded the aura of the Golden Dragon King.

It is very faint, yet it truly exists.

As light as a grain of sand in a river, yet in the eyes of this Silver Dragon King, it was as bright as a campfire in the night.

When the Dragon God split into two, he became the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King. Of the two newly born kings, the Golden Dragon King was immediately sealed away by the God King of the God Realm.

Only Gu Yue escaped the encirclement and hid in the lower realm.

How could Tang Wulin possibly possess the aura of the Golden Dragon King?

Unless he is connected to the divine realm.

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Gu Yue used her wisdom as a dragon god.

"His surname is Tang, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he is related to the God Realm."

She remembered someone.

Tang San, the Sea God who ascended to the God Realm 20,000 years ago!
Could these two be related?

"Tang San. Tang Wulin."

A figure flashed through my mind. Tang Wutong!
"Tang Wulin, Tang Wutong".

"Oh, that's it."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Yue's eyes as she suppressed her anger. Tang Wutong had caused the Soul Beast Realm to lose a sacred beast.

What schemes does Tang Wulin have up his sleeve?
"Tang San. Hmph."

Tianhai City.

The night is getting darker.

The sea breeze, carrying the smell of rust, wafted through the broken windows of the abandoned factory in the south of Donghai City.

Liu Jin, his back hunched, lay in the shadows beneath the container, his thin fingers repeatedly rubbing the dark purple paper in his hand.

With repeated rubbing, the edges of the paper became wrinkled.

The three words "Blood Sacrifice" were reflected in his eyes, gleaming coldly in the shadows.

Three years ago, he was a spirited young genius at Tianhai Academy. His martial soul, the Azure Flame Vine, could draw upon the power of plants and trees, and his teachers and elders all spoke highly of his promising future.

However, the incorrect fusion of soul spirits led to a sudden mutation of the martial soul, turning the Azure Flame Vine into the rotten bone scythe now wrapped in black silk.

His martial soul was already slightly off, and the incorrect soul spirit became the trigger for its mutation.

The Azure Flame Vine transformed into an evil martial spirit, backfiring on itself. Normal cultivation stalled, and achievements that were once within reach became unattainable dreams.

The admiring gazes that once surrounded him turned into fear and disgust, piercing through all his pride.

Just when he was in despair and utterly hopeless, a figure appeared and gave him a method for further improvement, as well as a secret technique.

A blood sacrifice ritual called Blood Offering.

"Blood sacrifice, using the lives of living beings to elevate oneself." Liu Jin's Adam's apple bobbed as he repeated the man's instructions in a low voice.

The mysterious man wanted him to record every detail of the blood sacrifice.

"You want me to be your guinea pig?" Liu Jin was once a genius, so he could naturally tell that the blood sacrifice had been castrated and was incomplete.

Its true nature can be vaguely discerned from between the lines of the esoteric text.

It was an extremely evil and large-scale ritual.

It doesn't seem to be perfect yet?
Otherwise, the mysterious person wouldn't have entrusted him with the experiment and recorded the details.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” Liu Jin was completely indifferent. All he wanted was to become stronger, stronger than ever before, and make certain people pay the price.

My gaze passed over the pile of waste and landed on a huddled figure not far away.

He was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, wearing faded old clothes and clutching a worn-out backpack tightly in his arms. Liu Jin had been watching him for some time. The boy had come to the big city to find his relatives.

The boy was fast asleep, leaning against the shipping container, a faint smile on his lips, probably dreaming of finding his family.

After struggling internally for a moment, Liu Jin's fingertips trembled slightly.

He recalled that when he first participated in the Soul Master assessment, he was also filled with anticipation, wearing the new clothes his mother had bought for him.

After hesitating for a short while, Liu Jin crushed it; there was no turning back.

This young man wasn't his first target. So what was he hesitating about now?
He quietly straightened his hunched figure. He moved slowly and deliberately towards the boy.

"Don't blame me, blame the world for not accepting me."

He murmured to the air, his voice hoarse.

His right hand rose silently, and the Martial Soul Bone-Corroding Scythe emerged from the shadows. Black chains hung on the scythe, moving automatically without wind, and gleamed with a cold, eerie green light under the moonlight.

"Interesting." A sudden voice rang out from above.

"who!"

Liu Jin suddenly looked up, but saw no one. He looked out through the broken ceiling of the abandoned factory.

Under the moonlight, a large spear wrapped in golden light fell straight down.

　I'm exhausted today. I stayed up all night writing one chapter. I'll write the rest after I wake up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)