Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Three years have passed since Harosa's surprise attack on the Tang Clan branch.

Over the past three years, both investigators from the Star Luo Empire and intelligence experts within the Tang Sect have been searching for a needle in a haystack, unable to uncover the mastermind behind the crime, only able to confirm that the perpetrator was an evil soul master.

After all, the few undead knights that appeared back then were surrounded by a sinister and evil aura that sent chills down one's spine. In this era, very few people have ever witnessed Harosar's true form, and most of them have long since perished.

The Tang Sect branch on the Star Luo Continent, which had been destroyed, naturally needed to be rebuilt, but this time the location was changed to another place.

Tang Clan, Fighting Soul Hall.

With a solemn expression, Hei Yi said in a deep voice, "Next, I will give you a detailed introduction to the specific situation of Dragon Valley, as well as the details of this mission."

After explaining the mission details and distributing the Dragon Balls, the group traveled for two or three days until they arrived at the top of a high mountain deep in a forest.

Upon seeing Hei Yi arrive with a group of young people, an old man on the mountaintop nodded in acknowledgment, and nine soul rings rose around his body.

He even used his Martial Soul True Body. A white halo rippled out from the old man's body, and faintly, streaks of light quietly emerged.

Suddenly, a dark crack appeared in the sky.

Harosa had been flying through most of the forests on the Star Luo Continent lately but hadn't sensed any Dragon Valley aura. "Perhaps my understanding of spatial rules isn't enough."

"Huh? How come there's a Title Douluo here in the middle of nowhere? And he's even activating his Martial Soul, showing off like that?" As for the Soul Douluo next to him, Harosa didn't care at all.

These two were naturally Hei Yi and the titled Douluo elder, and they were currently exchanging information.

Wait, is that the aura of a dragon? Harosa sensed that the old man with the title Douluo had a dragon-type martial soul. In the original story, when Tang Wulin and the others entered Dragon Valley, it was a dragon-type martial soul and a title Douluo who opened the passage into Dragon Valley.

Then, thinking back, wasn't he looking for Dragon Valley? Would a Title Douluo with a dragon-type martial soul suddenly appear in this desolate wilderness?

What a coincidence! "I've finally found you."

Harosa was certain of his guess and immediately headed towards the two.

"What are you talking about?"

A sudden voice appeared behind Hei Yi and the old man, sending a chill down their spines as they stiffly turned their heads.

Hei Yi and the titled Douluo elder felt a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads, as if their blood had frozen. They stiffly and slowly turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

A young man dressed casually, with a handsome face but a sickly pale complexion, was already standing a few steps behind them.

He even had a gentle smile on his face, but when his calm, expressionless eyes swept over them, it was as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their breaths stopped—it was the look of someone staring at a dead object.

Even more terrifying, they were horrified to discover that their soul power had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and they couldn't even mobilize their martial souls! Absolute suppression!

A powerful being! An irresistible power!

Harosa looked at their terrified expressions, the smile fading from his lips, his eyes turning dangerous: "I'm asking you, what are you talking about?"

The voice remained calm, yet it felt like cold needles piercing their ears.

Hei Yi's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed his fear, his voice trembling: "S-senpai...we didn't...we didn't talk about anything important..." He tried to bluff his way out of it.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Hei Yi didn't even see how the other party attacked; he only felt an irresistible force slam into his chin. He was thrown into the air like a tattered sack, then crashed heavily to the ground. Stars were flashing before his eyes, his mouth was filled with a metallic taste, and his teeth were loose.

"I didn't ask you to speak." Harosa withdrew his invisible soul-power fist, turning his gaze to the equally terrified old man. "You, speak. What are you doing here in this desolate wilderness, activating your martial soul?"

His patience visibly disappeared.

The old man's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Reporting to senior... this junior... has been cultivating here... comprehending the heavens and earth... in order to break through..."

He tried to come up with a plausible reason.

"Bang!"

Another heavy thud struck, this time precisely in the old man's abdomen. The old man felt his internal organs shift instantly, the excruciating pain causing his vision to go black. He vomited a mouthful of bile, curled up on his knees, and large beads of sweat splattered onto the rocks.

Harosa looked down at the old man convulsing in pain, his voice as cold as the ice deep in the Western Sea: "My patience is very limited. I'll ask you one last time, tell the truth. Otherwise, you have no reason to exist."

Hei Yi clutched his throbbing jaw and exchanged a horrified glance with the kneeling old man. Both their eyes were filled with despair, but the ironclad rules of the Tang Clan and their duty to protect the secrets of Dragon Valley kept them clenching their teeth, their lips bleeding, without uttering a sound.

Both of them felt the urge to spread the word about what was happening here, and the old man glanced discreetly at the small house behind them.

"Hmph!" Harosa let out a cold sneer.

A powerful surge of soul power erupted from the old man, and a three-word battle armor, shimmering with three-colored light, instantly covered his entire body! He made a final struggle, while simultaneously pressing a concealed distress signal transmitter in his hand!

However, the signal flare from the cabin did not shoot into the sky as expected. The old man was horrified to discover that the transmitter in his hand had been reduced to dust! Even more despairing for him was the sudden arrival of a terrifying pressure more than ten times stronger than before!

A set of ancient-style battle armor, deep gray-black in color and covered with mysterious patterns, silently covered Harosa's entire body. The moment this armor appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an aura of deathly stillness filled the air. It was his special set of battle armor, comparable to a four-word battle armor—the "Child of the Underworld"!

hum!

The Netherworld Rebirth Domain opened instantly! It was countless times more terrifying than any pressure the old man had ever felt before! Hei Yi collapsed to the ground, unable to even move a finger. The old man who had just donned the three-word battle armor felt as heavy as a mountain; the armor's light dimmed rapidly, and he groaned in unbearable pain. He was pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible force, unable even to lift his head!

Immediately following was a brutal and horrific beating! Invisible fists of soul power rained down on the old man like a storm, precisely avoiding vital points but bringing extreme pain.

Each fall was accompanied by the faint sound of bones shattering and the old man's agonizing screams. His three-word battle armor shattered and deformed like paper before the power of a Limit Douluo.

Along with the fist came the pressure of a demigod's consciousness being injected into the old man's spiritual sea.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Senior, spare me! Spare me!" The old man's last remaining will and loyalty completely collapsed under the boundless fear and excruciating pain, and he screamed with tears streaming down his face.