Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 83 I, the Underworld Emperor, am ordered to hunt down the Evil Soul Master (3K, please subscribe)

He had only been gone for half an hour when Deng Zhan triggered the emergency bone talisman—this efficiency was abnormally high. Moreover, he had previously scanned Shantai City with his divine sense for three days without finding anything!

Deng Zhan felt a chill run down his spine under Harosa's gaze. He quickly bowed and spoke rapidly, "This humble servant would not dare to deceive you, sir! Shortly after you left, I discovered extremely suspicious traces of evil spirit masters at a coffin shop in the southern district of Shantai City! Their dark essence is pure and refined, far surpassing that of ordinary evil spirit masters. And most importantly, they did not commit murder or spread panic like ordinary evil spirit masters; their actions were extremely secretive and discreet! This... this perfectly matches what you mentioned before, sir—the characteristics of those who need to conceal themselves—possessors of Fallen Angel Martial Souls!"

Haros's lips twitched slightly, revealing an extremely strange expression. A perfect match? Too perfect! So perfect it almost felt unreal! He, a dignified half-step god, had searched for three days with his divine sense and found nothing, while Deng Zhan, a titled Douluo, just happened to bump into him while taking a stroll? This luck was practically scripted!

But seeing Deng Zhan's genuinely fearful and earnest expression, Harosa suppressed his sense of absurdity. Deng Zhan didn't dare to mock him.

"What exactly happened? Tell me!" Harosa's voice turned cold.

Deng Zhan took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and began to describe in detail. As he spoke, a scene slowly unfolded in Harosa's mind:

After Harosa left, Deng Zhan followed his instructions and dismissed his trusted subordinates, ordering them to use the remaining channels of the Tang Sect and the public network access of the Federation to focus on cities marked with red on the Sea God Pavilion's evil soul master hunting orders, cities with abnormal evil soul master activities, or cities with historical rumors of dark martial souls.

Deng Zhan himself stayed in Shantai City.

Deng Zhan inexplicably arrived at the old town in the south of the city, where there was a dilapidated and inconspicuous coffin shop. The paint on the signboard was almost completely peeling off, and it emitted a strange smell of old wood and inferior paint.

Just as Deng Zhan approached the coffin shop's door, the skull figurine in his arms suddenly trembled slightly! It was as if some unseen force was calling to it!

Deng Zhan was startled and became very wary, but he still pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The shop was small and dimly lit, filled with a strong smell of wood and an indescribable, cold silence. Behind the counter stood a woman who looked to be in her early twenties, dressed in a simple gray cloth dress. She had delicate features, even a touch of the gentleness of a girl next door, and was tidying up the account books with her head down. There was no trace of soul power emanating from her; she seemed like an ordinary person.

However, the instant Deng Zhan stepped into the shop! An extremely pure aura, seemingly originating from the deepest depths of the abyss, surged forth from the woman like an invisible tentacle! This aura was icy and profound, carrying a pure darkness that sent shivers down one's spine.

It is far superior to the mixed and filthy evil energy of ordinary evil spirit masters!

What terrified Deng Zhan even more was that the dark aura didn't originate from him, but rather precisely wrapped around the figurine in his arms! It was as if there was some kind of eerie connection between the two!

The woman seemed to sense something amiss as well. She raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes that appeared clear, yet held a deep, seemingly endless vortex of darkness. She glanced at Deng Zhan, a clear look of disbelief on her face.

In the darkest corner of the shop, where the light barely reached, sat a figure! The person was completely shrouded in darkness, and his face could not be seen. Only a cold, scrutinizing gaze could be vaguely felt falling on Deng Zhan!

An indescribable chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! Deng Zhan felt as if he had stumbled into a terrifying lair that did not belong to the human world!

The woman appeared harmless, but the pure darkness emanating from her and the eerie connection to the skull figurine instantly reminded Deng Zhan of the target the adults were searching for! The presence in the shadows exerted an oppressive force on Deng Zhan that was no less than that of facing a Limit Douluo!

"Run!" The thought exploded like an instinct! Deng Zhan didn't have time to think, nor did he care about the mission or clues. His strong will to survive made him turn around abruptly, use all his strength to smash open the wooden door like a startled rabbit, and run for his life out of the alley! He could even feel the gaze from the shadows behind him, like a cold, venomous snake, locked on him!

The woman looked at the man, "Lord Ghost Emperor, he doesn't seem to be one of ours?"

The man was also bewildered. How could someone who wasn't a member of the Holy Spirit Cult receive their guidance?

"Oh, they're about to run away again."

"Sir, that's what happened!" Deng Zhan finished his narration with lingering fear, his back soaked in cold sweat.

Harosa frowned upon hearing this. A skull figurine? It was just a small gadget he casually crafted, bearing the mark of his own death aura. Apart from its location tracking and emergency contact function, it had no special features.

How could it be actively entangled by the source of darkness?

He reached into Deng Zhan's robes and retrieved the cold-touch skull figurine. The greyish-white finger bones emitted a faint, eerie glow in the dim alley. Harosa's powerful divine sense instantly invaded it, examining it closely.

As expected! Beside the mark of his death origin at the core of the figure, a wisp of extremely subtle, almost imperceptible dark energy was wrapped around it! This energy was pure and condensed, possessing a unique quality that seemed capable of devouring light, and was engaging in an extremely weak, almost instinctive "communication" with his own death aura!

"Strange," Harosa muttered to himself. He hadn't imbued the figure with any dark attributes beforehand. This wisp of dark energy was clearly a "mark" or "resonance" left by the dark essence released by the woman earlier after it came into contact with the figure!

Perhaps it wasn't that he came into contact with the skull figurine when he went to the coffin shop; perhaps Deng Zhan was influenced by the skull figurine and went to the coffin shop by some strange impulse.

He shoved the skull figurine back at Deng Zhan, his eyes sharpening like an eagle's: "Lead the way! To that coffin shop!"

Deng Zhan dared not delay and immediately led Harosa quickly through several alleys to the dilapidated coffin shop. The wooden door was ajar.

It was deathly silent inside.

Harosa pushed open the door and entered.

There was no one there!

A thick, lingering aura of darkness permeated the shop, but the presence of any living person was extremely faint, indicating that the other party had not been gone long. Scattered on the ground were some ledgers and tools, giving the space a somewhat disheveled appearance. The entire space had been artificially manipulated to erase all traces of soul power.

"Hmph, erase traces? Child's play!" Harosa sneered. His powerful divine sense swept through the entire shop like an invisible storm, the power of the Origin of Rebirth forcefully penetrating those crude concealment methods, capturing the slightest energy fluctuations and spatial disturbances remaining in the air!

A few breaths later, a gray-white light flashed in Harosa's eyes: "Found you!"

He grabbed Deng Zhan's shoulder, and the dark gray light erupted once more! Space was easily torn apart like fragile paper!

Above a desolate mountain range in the Douluo Continent.

Two figures were moving at an astonishing speed! One of them was wearing a wide black robe and had a demon mask covering his face; he was none other than the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult!

He was surrounded by black mist, his aura cold and powerful. The other person was the woman Deng Zhan had described; her face was now devoid of any gentleness, replaced by coldness and tension.

Behind her, a pair of fallen wings, composed of pure dark energy and edged with a dark purple halo, appeared faintly, emanating a chilling dark aura! It was this power that supported her high-speed flight.

"Damn it! Who is that guy?! How can I shake him off?!" The Ghost Emperor's voice came through the mask, tinged with exasperation.

He had made several short-distance spatial jumps in succession, trying to shake off the relentless pursuers behind him, but they could always accurately lock onto their spatial trajectory and follow closely behind!

"Lord Ghost Emperor! He... he's catching up!" The woman turned around in horror, only to see a streak of gray-black light, like a sharp arrow piercing through space, rapidly closing in regardless of distance!

If I hadn't been with the Ghost Emperor, I probably would have been caught up long ago.

The Ghost Emperor whirled around, his pupils contracting sharply! He saw Harosa, holding Deng Zhan in one hand, casually stepping out of the spatial rift and hovering steadily a hundred meters in front of them, blocking their path! That speed, that spatial control, far exceeded his expectations!

"Who exactly are you?!" The Ghost Emperor forcibly suppressed his shock and shouted sharply, his voice filled with solemnity and apprehension. He had never seen such a person before! Neither Yun Ming nor any Limit Douluo he knew!

"Our Holy Spirit Church seems to have no enmity with you! Why are you pressing us so relentlessly?!"

Harosa released Deng Zhan, leaving him hovering in terror to the side. He leisurely brushed non-existent dust from his grey robe, a playful smile spreading across his face, his voice carrying a mocking tone:

"Oh? I am—the Underworld Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult!" He pointed to himself, then to the Ghost Emperor and the woman, his tone solemn, as if reciting a royal decree: "By order of Yun Ming, the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, in response to the continent-wide manhunt for evil soul masters! I have come here specifically to hunt down you evil soul masters! To maintain peace on the continent!"

The air seemed to freeze.

Ghost Emperor: ".————??"

woman:"--??""

Deng Zhan: "..."

(Are you serious, sir?)

The Ghost Emperor's face, hidden beneath the demon mask, instantly became incredibly expressive, first blank, then incredulous, and finally twisted with extreme frustration!

Holy Spirit Cult—Emperor of the Underworld?! When did my cult ever have such a person? How come I, as someone in charge, don't know about him?

Ordered by Yun Ming, the master of the Sea God Pavilion?! Responding to the evil soul masters' kill order?! Hunting down—ourselves?!

What the hell is this joke?!