Douluo Continent: The Golden List is Revealed, and the Holy Spirit Puni Subdues Evil Spirits

Chapter 8: Two Days to Quickly Clear the Killing City!
"Brothers, charge! Kill this kid and we'll get our revenge for yesterday's humiliation, with interest!"

With a roar from the scarred, burly man leading the charge, nearly a hundred Soul Masters surged toward Lin Tian like a tidal wave.

The various martial spirits gleamed with a fierce light in the dim light.

There are beast-type martial spirits with bared fangs, and weapon-type martial spirits with a chilling gleam.

The killing intent solidified, almost tearing the air apart.

At this critical moment, a faint golden light suddenly condensed at Lin Tian's fingertip.

The light spread rapidly, and a holy nebula rose around it.

The tiny stardust swirled and gathered as if it had a life of its own, instantly dispelling the bloodshed and gloom of the killing city.

"Shoot-"

Six crystal-clear Holy Spirit Wings suddenly burst forth from his body and unfurled, their edges shimmering with iridescent light, illuminating his entire body.

Within the halo, the ethereal blue phantom of Puni slowly emerged.

The golden seal pattern on his forehead shimmered with a sacred luster.

A deep and powerful holy aura pressed down, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

When the light of the Holy Spirit fell upon the group of charging Soul Masters, a bizarre scene unfolded.

They seemed bound by invisible chains, their charging figures suddenly freezing in place.

The ferocity on his face was replaced by a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

Their legs trembled uncontrollably, and some even had their teeth chattering.

"What... what kind of martial soul is this?"

Someone whispered in a trembling voice, their hand gripping the weapon unconsciously loosening its hold.

Lin Tian's eyes were indifferent as he waved his hand dismissively.

The tentacles behind Puni's phantom, glowing with holy golden light, darted out like serpents and precisely attacked the group of soul masters.

They then realized what was happening and hurriedly activated their martial spirits to fight back.

But in the face of the power of the Holy Spirit, those seemingly strong defenses are as fragile as paper.

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

The tentacles moved like dragons, weaving through the crowd.

Blood splattered, staining the stone slabs of the arena red.

In just sixty seconds, the arena was piled high with corpses.

A rough count revealed more than 990 bodies.

The remaining less than ten people were covered in blood. They looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and then at Lin Tian, ​​who was standing on top of the pile of corpses.

The boy's white clothes were stained with blood, and his eyes were calm as if he were watching an insignificant farce.

They were instantly drenched in sweat, their soaked clothes clinging to their backs, and a chilling coldness shot up their spines to the top of their heads.

Lin Tian slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on them, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Draw your sword if you still have the courage to face me!"

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back; the dozen or so people all knelt down with a "plop" and kowtowed repeatedly.

"We don't want to die! Please, let us go!"

"We were blind yesterday, so let's just consider what we said as nothing!"

"Spare my life!"

Looking at their humble and begging appearance, Lin Tian curled up a cold smile.

The face that should have been that of a fourteen-year-old boy was now radiating a cruel killing intent that was incongruous with his age.

"In the world of the strong, there is never a place for the weak."

Before he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze, and several golden tentacles shot out again, accurately piercing through the chests of those people.

The pleas for mercy abruptly ceased, and the last glimmer of hope faded from their eyes.

He knew very well that in this killing city, being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to himself.

If it were him who fell today, he would have died an even more gruesome death.

The King of Slaughter looked at Lin Tian on the arena, a rare look of excitement on his face.

"A genius! A true genius!"

"In the past thousand years, only three people have been able to win a hundred victories in the City of Slaughter, but the way he achieved a hundred victories is absolutely unprecedented in history!"

His eyes gleamed with amazement.

"This is simply a dimensional reduction attack from a martial soul!"

"His martial spirit is the most terrifying existence I have ever seen!" Upon hearing the Asura God King say this, the Sea God was stunned again and murmured.

"One move... he took down a hundred people with just one move?"

"This is no competition, it's clearly an old man playing with a child."

"Even Tang San back then couldn't seem to achieve this level, could he?"

The Asura God King nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

"I paid attention to Tang San back then, but compared to Lin Tian, ​​he was far inferior."

"Lin Tian's martial spirit is even of higher quality than top-tier weapon martial spirits like the Clear Sky Hammer."

"What's even more remarkable is that he was only fourteen years old when he entered the City of Slaughter, yet he possessed such a decisive and ruthless will, and his mind was so mature that he was not at all like a teenager."

The Asura God-King recalled.

"That's why I value him; only someone like him is qualified to inherit my divine position."

"Then?"

Poseidon pressed on, completely captivated by the boy named Lin Tian.

The Asura God King continued.

"After solving the Hundred Victories Challenge, he stepped into the Road to Hell and came out in less than half a day, obtaining the God of Slaughter Domain."

He paused, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Later, I contacted him through the God of Slaughter Domain, wanting him to become my successor and undergo the test, but he actually refused!"

The sea god asked.

"Refuse the God-King? Did you give a reason?"

The Asura God King chuckled.

He said, "A true man never inherits a divine position; he creates one!"

"After that, I became even more interested in him and would often appear to persuade him while he was cultivating."

"But one year, something happened in the God Realm that required my attention, so I didn't pay attention to him for a year."

"When I finished my work and tried to sense him again using the Killing God Domain, I could no longer sense his presence."

"It's like... he completely shut himself off and disappeared from this continent."

Poseidon frowned.

"Such talent must have a powerful background. How could it suddenly disappear?"

"Perhaps they are engaged in some kind of special training?"

The Asura God King sighed.

"I thought so at first, but for the next ten years or so, I used the Killing God Domain to sense the location almost every two weeks, but I still couldn't find it."

A hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

"Perhaps he is no longer here."

"How could such a genius be like this?"

Even Poseidon felt it was a pity.

"Who says it's not?"

The Asura God King looked at the golden list that was slowly unfolding in the sky.

"So I had no choice but to settle for Tang San!"

"If he were still alive, Tang San would have no chance of taking the top spot; Lin Tian would be number one without a doubt."

"I won't fight you for it!"

The sea god followed his gaze to the golden list and smiled.

"Forget it, let's take a look at the list first. Maybe one of the remaining people will catch your eye."

The Asura God King shook his head, his tone resolute.

"Tang San is my minimum standard. Anyone below him is not qualified to inherit the position of the Asura God."

Poseidon laughed heartily.

"Don't end up having to beg others for help; that would be quite something."

The Asura God King snorted coldly, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Besides Lin Tian, ​​there is no one in this world who can make me bow my head and beg."

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