Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect - Sharingan Intercepts Tianmeng

Chapter 127 Xuanzi, are you the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult?

Near the Holy Spirit Cult branch altar destroyed by Xiao Qiang, an eight-ring Soul Douluo-level evil soul master, trembling, walked up to Zhong Liwu, the Holy Spirit Cult leader, and reported with a face full of terror, "Leader, we have searched everywhere, but there is no trace of the Holy Son."

"waste!"

Zhongli Wu slapped the eight-ring Soul Douluo away. After being sent flying by the sect leader's palm, the eight-ring Soul Douluo crashed into the surrounding buildings, causing the load-bearing wall of a building to collapse. The eight-ring Soul Douluo felt a pain in his chest and then tasted blood in his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow it.

Zhongli Wu's attack broke at least seven of his ribs, but seeing Zhongli Wu's current anger, he dared not make any noise like vomiting blood at this moment, lest he further anger his leader.

"Damn it! Those useless trash! If you want to die, then die! Why are you dragging Yan Feng down with you!"

Zhongli Wu cursed angrily. He didn't care about a branch altar, and the evil soul masters of Soul Emperor and Soul Saint were not worth his attention. Those beings were dead and that was that. But the problem was that Yan Feng was here when they died. He didn't care about a few Soul Emperors and Soul Saints, but he cared about Yan Feng.

The Bone Dragon Martial Soul is undoubtedly one of the top-tier Martial Souls. Even in an era ten thousand years ago when it was incredibly difficult to cultivate to the level of Title Douluo, there was a Bone Dragon Martial Soul that managed to reach level ninety-five, with strength comparable to a level ninety-six Sword Douluo. This demonstrates the immense power of the Bone Dragon Martial Soul.

He finally found Yan Feng, who possessed the Bone Dragon Martial Soul, and Yan Feng did not disappoint him. He was discovered by them when he was eleven years old, and when he awakened his Martial Soul, he was born with full innate soul power. In just four years, he went from level ten to level forty-six. He came to this branch altar to obtain a soul to reach level forty-seven. They did not know whether he reached level forty-seven or not. Anyway, Yan Feng should be gone now.

That was a Super Douluo at the very least, someone who could easily reach level 97 or even 98 in the future, and it wasn't entirely impossible for him to become a Limit Douluo. And yet, he was gone just like that. Zhongli Wu felt like his heart was bleeding.

"Master, please calm down. Yan Feng's situation this time may not be their fault. It's just that the enemy's strength is too great." After observing for a long time, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, the sixth elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, stepped forward and said.

"The enemy is too powerful? What do you mean?"

"There is a branch elder and two holy spirits in the branch altar, as well as many quasi-holy servants. Putting aside the others, the branch elder alone, with the methods of our Holy Church, is no weaker than an ordinary eight-ring Soul Douluo. When he is burning his life, he can hold off even a titled Douluo for a while, giving the Holy Son time to ask for help and escape."

"That's why we felt comfortable letting the Holy Son cultivate here. But even though he was someone who could briefly hold off a Title Douluo, we didn't receive any distress signal when the Holy Son disappeared. I'm afraid the person who came this time is not simple."

When he spoke of the person who had arrived, Zhang Peng's body trembled slightly, clearly thinking of something unpleasant.

"Do you know who I am?" Looking at Zhang Peng's expression, Zhong Liwu had some guesses.

Zhang Peng nodded. "Although this branch altar has been gone for a long time, I can still sense a trace of the Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rift within it."

"Dragon Emperor's Evil-Slaying Rift! That's not it!"

Zhang Peng nodded. "After all, Mu En isn't dead yet. I can't think of anyone else who can use the Dragon Emperor's Evil-Slaying Rift. Moreover, these cultists who directly challenge even an eight-ring Soul Douluo would be difficult to deal with. Either they have the Angelic Martial Soul, or they can be easily eliminated. Apart from the Healing Angel, the Angelic Martial Soul has been suppressed and no one has a cultivation level above six-ring Soul Emperor. The difficulty of sneaking into the Sun Moon Empire is too great. Therefore, we are not considering the Angelic Martial Soul. Mu En's strength allows him to easily come to the Sun Moon Empire without being detected. In addition, with the aura of the Dragon Emperor's Evil-Slaying Rift, this is not a fault of our own."

Zhongli Wu clenched his fists. He could easily recognize the remaining aura of the Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rift, but the problem was that if this was the Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rift, Yan Feng would have absolutely no chance of survival.

Even a simple slap from a level 99 cultivator would be difficult to survive without the cultivation of a Super Douluo, even though Mu En, being a level 99 cultivator, has serious issues.

You can search some more; I'll be leaving for a moment.

Zhang Peng has already made it clear, and Zhong Liwu can't deceive himself anymore. He needs to find someone to confirm whether what Zhang Peng said is wrong.

"You've arrived. What brings you here?" An old man leisurely sipped his tea in a pavilion. When he saw that it was Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, he merely glanced at him and then looked away.

"Uncle Long, have you sensed the aura of the Holy Dragon of Light lately?"

"Hmm? You can sense Mu En now? When did your cultivation level improve?"

"No, it's just that his subordinate seems to have offended him, and now he's dead. I sensed the aura of the Holy Dragon of Light on him."

"oh."

Long Xiaoyao responded and then fell silent.

Meanwhile, Zhongli Wu, who was standing next to Long Xiaoyao, came over to make tea for him, while mentally cursing Mu En's entire family.

Fine, fine, Mu En, you killed my Holy Son, huh? In that case, don't blame me for going to your place to snatch the Holy Maiden!

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After a busy day that ended in losses, Moon finally returned to Shrek City.

The moment he entered the city, Moon sensed that something was amiss in Shrek City.

The atmosphere in Shrek City, which should have been relaxed, was noticeably oppressive, and this was even more pronounced upon returning to the Shrek Academy.

When he arrived at the Sea God Pavilion in the inner courtyard, he saw that the Golden Tree seemed to be missing some branches, many houses in the inner courtyard were damaged, and even a dormitory building for inner courtyard students had been razed to the ground.

"Teacher, you're back..."

Looking slightly tired, Yan Shaozhe came up and bowed when he saw Mu En return.

Meanwhile, the Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er was carried by Qian Duoduo to Mu En and bowed.

Seeing the slightly injured Yan Shaozhe, the seriously injured Xian Lin'er, and Qian Duoduo who wasn't in good condition either, Mu En had to admit that something had happened at Shrek Academy, no matter how much he wanted to deceive himself.

"What exactly happened?"

"They are evil spirit masters. Many evil spirit masters have come to Sleek Academy, including some titled Douluo-level beings. Moreover, they are all fighting desperately, and Elder Song was seriously injured by the sneak attack."

"Where was Xuanzi? What was Xuanzi doing at that time?"

"Elder Xuan thought Shrek City would be fine, so he was out drinking. By the time he returned, the situation had already deteriorated like this."

After Yan Shaozhe finished speaking, Elder Xuan flew over. "Elder Mu! I've let you down!"

Seeing Xuanzi, who was more trouble than he was worth, Mu En was furious. "Xuanzi! Are you the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult?!"

(End of this chapter)