Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 84 A Great Battle Is Imminent

The autumn wind was whistling, and a light rain was falling. Nangong Yi stood at the head of the task force that was exterminating the evil soul masters, with Qian Mo and Gu Yuena standing beside him.

"The Holy Spirit Cult has risen from the ashes again. These are truly turbulent times!" A look of worry flashed across Nangong Yi's eyes.

The Holy Spirit Cult disappeared from the Douluo Continent after being destroyed by Huo Yuhao ten thousand years ago, but unexpectedly, it has not only become active again but has also shown considerable combat power, which is not good news for the Federation.

"Governor Mo, have the surrounding residents been evacuated?" Nangong Yi asked a middle-aged man who had come to report the situation.

Upon hearing Nangong Yi's address to him, Qian Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the newcomer.

His surname is Mo, and he is also the governor of Tiandou City; he must be Mo Wu.

In the original story, his daughter, Mo Lan, became the Speaker of the Sun and Moon Federation, belonging to the dove faction.

Mo Wu reported, "The evacuation is complete. However, War God Nangong, the evacuation process was quite noisy, and those evil soul masters have probably already noticed."

Nangong Yi said calmly, "It's alright. The most important thing is to ensure that the surrounding residents are not affected once the battle begins. As for being noticed by these evil soul masters, it doesn't matter. This area has been sealed off. Not even a fly can get out. Our forces are sufficient. They are just a bunch of lambs to the slaughter."

In an apartment building not far from the action team, a group of Soul Masters with eerie auras gathered together.

One of the tall, thin men peered out the window at the empty street and said resentfully, "That good-for-nothing Zhang Quan! He got dumped by a kid who's only ten years old, failed in his assassination attempt, got caught, and then betrayed us."

"This exposed us to the Federation, forcing us to hide for so long, but we were still found."

Another burly man said in a deep voice, "Boss, what do we do? Have we contacted headquarters? We're surrounded. Can you send a top-tier expert to pick us up?"

The man in black sitting at the head of the table picked up a soul-guided communicator and repeatedly dialed the same number. When the communicator once again announced that "the number you dialed is currently in use," his face suddenly darkened. He slammed the communicator to the ground and stomped on it several times in a fit of rage until it was smashed to pieces.

"We can't get through. We've been abandoned!" the man in black said coldly.

"Damn it! We risked our lives for the Holy Church, and when things went wrong, they just sold us out!" a demonic soul master cursed.

"What do we do, boss!"

The man in black coldly surveyed the crowd and said indifferently, "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. Whether you live or die later depends on your own abilities!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The man in black suddenly changed his expression and instantly transformed into a wisp of black smoke. The next moment, several soul-guided cannonballs rained down, and in the blink of an eye, the apartment building was razed to the ground.

Amidst the ruins, several evil spirit masters had just crawled out of the rubble when several mechs and more evil spirit masters descended from the sky, pointing their cold metal cannons at them.

A plume of black smoke tried to slip away through the holes, but a dragon-shaped energy wave came from afar and instantly blasted the smoke away.

The scattered black smoke reassembled, transforming into a black-clad man who looked at Nangong Yi with apprehension.

Nangong Yi said coldly, "We meet again, Wen Lihui. This time, without Zhang Quan by your side, you won't have a chance to escape from me!"

Wen Lihui coldly replied, "We are both Title Douluo; you may not be my match today!"

Nangong Yi did not answer, but instead clenched his fists and unleashed a huge dragon-shaped fist force.

Nangong Yi's martial soul is somewhat peculiar. It is not a true dragon martial soul, but a special kind of existence similar to a dragon soul.

When his own martial soul awakened, it was recognized by a dragon soul, which then became his own martial soul.

Therefore, his fighting style is simple and unadorned, yet it is filled with the aura of the dragon race. Each of his nine soul skills is imbued with the abilities of the dragon race, but he himself cannot transform his martial soul into a true dragon. He only possesses a dragon soul, and cannot even produce scales.

While it lacks the powerful defensive capabilities of the dragon race, it is stronger than a typical true dragon martial soul on a spiritual level.

His fists are his best weapon; every punch he throws carries the shape of a dragon.

Nangong Yi held his breath and threw a punch forward. Behind him, the dragon soul roared, and invisible waves of energy surged forth. A terrifying mental storm raged towards Wen Lihui.

Wen Lihui's eyes were fierce. He spread his black robe like a giant bat, and black smoke poured out from his body, transforming into a large hand that covered the mental storm.

While the two titled Douluo were locked in a fierce battle, the fighting on the other side was equally intense.

Several evil spirit masters displayed their supernatural powers, and their evil and terrifying aura swept across the entire scene. Many mechs were blasted away, and large craters were deeply embedded in the originally smooth surfaces of the mechs.

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The experts from Shrek Academy and Tang Sect were also entangled, indicating that this team should belong to the Holy Spirit Cult's elite squad.

"The plague will take your lives!"

A sinister voice rang out, and the person was shrouded in a large black cloak, holding a scepter in his right hand.

One after another, spirit rings lit up beneath his feet. His spirit rings looked very different from those of a normal spirit master; they didn't appear all at once, but rather floated out like wisps of smoke. Two yellow, two purple, and two black—six spirit rings in total. Moreover, a faint green mist swirled around the outer layer of these six spirit rings.

The evil spirit master raised his scepter, and a spirit ring on his body flashed. Instantly, a large amount of green mist surged out and filled the space.

As the sun rose, a beam of holy light shone down, instantly halting the spread of the green mist, which even began to dissipate.

The plague messenger looked up and realized that the great sun was actually a boy. Golden light flowed from the eight wings on the boy's back, and his body was surrounded by a divine aura that was as solid as a physical object and that the messenger loathed.

The newcomer was none other than Qian Mo, who possessed the Eight-Winged Seraph Martial Soul and could be considered...

"This disgusting aura," the Plague Messenger's eyes were filled with endless killing intent. He held his scepter horizontally, and then a burst of intense green light exploded from his body. The green light was like smoke, expanding instantly.

Qian Mo's second soul ring flashed, his eight wings closed, and a cross shield stood in front of him, firmly blocking the plague from advancing.

The next instant, the green plague tore open a large hole, and the Holy Cross Sword drew a beautiful golden arc, slashing towards the head of the plague messenger, attempting to decapitate him with a single blow.

However, the Plague Messenger was a Soul Emperor-level evil Soul Master, so it was clearly impossible to kill him so easily.

(End of this chapter)