Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky

Chapter 259 The Title of "Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching" (念杀封号)

The stench of charred flesh mingled with the strange, sweet fragrance of sacred flames, creating a bizarre odor that was both nauseating and terrifying.

The screams rose higher and higher, from sharp to hoarse, and then to a wheezing sound like a broken bellows, seemingly without end, weaving together a cruel symphony from the deepest hell beneath the magnificent dome of the cathedral.

On the scene, some of the believers, including some in black robes and even some in white robes, had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads. The two people standing in the center of the hall, apart from Tang Ya, were also pale-faced, their legs were weak and trembling, and they were almost collapsing to the ground.

On the largest torch that Lu Genggeng had transformed into, a drop of viscous black liquid fell, mixed with specks of crimson-gold sparks. Just before it touched the ground, even though it had burned almost completely away, the remaining heat still scorched a bright red crater in the ground.

The air was thick with a deathly oppression and fear.

As the scream reached its peak, so piercing it seemed to tear space apart, a voice cried out, "Enough!"

Finally, an elderly man who looked to be over seventy years old seemed to have reached his limit. He roared and sprang up like a ghost, rushing towards Kong Tianxu. His body expanded rapidly with each breath, and two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings shone brightly.

Title Douluo!

Almost simultaneously, a faint, almost invisible gray light, like the sigh of death, silently swept across his body.

The Hate Douluo's body, which had swelled to the size of a small mountain, suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, like a skin that had instantly lost all support, it rapidly shrank and shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flesh and blood vanished without a trace. In the blink of an eye, a powerful Title Douluo was transformed into a dried corpse clinging to his skeleton, collapsing to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

Instant kill!

A powerful evil soul master, a titled Douluo, was easily wiped out like an ant.

Zhongli Wu looked up in utter shock, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the entire area, trying to pinpoint the source of the gray light.

He was confident he could kill the Abomination Douluo instantly, but to achieve such a bizarre kill effect by utilizing the massive amount of fat from the carrion-eating flesh of an undead creature like the Abomination was something else entirely.

Could it be Mother? But when did Mother acquire this power?

Among the crowd, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, who also rose in shock and anger but was a step slower than the one who hated, felt a chill run through his body.

No! It's definitely not the Supreme Master!

Within that gray light, he felt a fear that stemmed from instinct. Although Ye Xishui was powerful, he was still a Super Douluo; she couldn't possibly evoke such a feeling in him!

Just as Zhang Peng was in shock, even more terrifying things were happening one after another.

As if in response to the silent slaughter, or as if it were a premeditated, chilling purge, the pair of purple-gold dragon eyes on the golden throne slowly and indifferently rotated, and the increasingly tangible ancient dragon might suppressed the soul power of almost everyone, rendering them unable to move.

The gray light, like a deadly ghost driven by a dragon's eye, caused short, mournful screams to erupt one after another from the crowd.

"ah--!"

"No--!"

"save--!"

The screams were not continuous, but they rose and fell, each one accompanied by a rapidly withering and shrunken body collapsing to the ground, dying in the same way as the previous Abomination Douluo.

Death's scythe is silently and efficiently reaping within this glorious sanctuary.

Zhang Peng's heart pounded wildly, almost shattering his chest. Every gray shadow that flashed by, every short, sharp sound of death, sent a shiver down his spine.

He could clearly feel the cold, gripping force tightening and increasing pressure on his brain, like a gleaming knife tip dancing along the arteries of his veins.

Closer and closer.

until-

The once bright and radiant church hall, as bright as day, suddenly darkened.

Immediately afterwards, in the shadow behind the golden throne, which was made even more profound by the dragon's shadow, ominous black ripples spread out.

A massive tiger claw, so black it reflected no light whatsoever, silently emerged from the deepest shadow.

At that moment, the string in Zhang Peng's mind finally snapped completely.

He let out a strange cry and turned to flee from this abyss-like sanctuary.

Then, it crashed into a giant pupil that seemed to come from the depths of the netherworld.

Zhang Peng froze, and everyone present held their breath at the same time.

Even the most ruthless evil spirit masters felt an instinctive tremor at the sight of this terrifying creature.

Before them lay a massive tiger head, burning with two eerie flames of soul energy. The character for "king" on its forehead resembled countless layers of dried blood, a dark gray. The tiger's eyes held no ferocity, yet exuded a chilling aura that seeped into the very marrow of its body.

As it gradually moved closer to Zhang Peng, its body was gradually fully revealed.

It was a colossal tiger, its body as black as the deepest night, slowly emerging from the shadows with elegant, languid steps. Its body was enormous, its lines fluid and powerful, and from its shoulder blades grew a pair of enormous wings that appeared to be composed of shadow and bone spurs. Most peculiarly, it trailed a long scorpion tail behind it, its stinger gleaming with an eerie gray light.

The ferocious and majestic tiger head slowly approached Zhang Peng's face, which was contorted with fear. Its icy breath sprayed onto Zhang Peng's face and neck, raising goosebumps.

Darkness! Demon! Evil! God! Tiger!

Zhang Peng's mind was screaming wildly, his eyes wide open, but the absolute suppression from his martial spirit left him with no ability to resist.

All he could do was watch helplessly.

Watching the Dark Demon God Tiger open its mouth, slowly licking his face with its equally pure black tiger tongue.

Once, twice.

His eyes were torn apart by the rough, black tongue, and the barbs at the base of the tongue left bright red furrows on his face. Zhang Peng let the tears and blood flow down his head, but he dared not move.

Super Douluo — This is absolutely a Super Douluo! And not just any ordinary Super Douluo!

Zhongli Wu was greatly alarmed. As a fellow demonic puppet martial soul, he could naturally sense the special connection between the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and Kong Tianxu.

In just three short years, Kong Tianxu has actually reached the strength of a Super Douluo! How is that possible?!

"Alright, come back now."

On the golden throne, Kong Tianxu spoke calmly, breaking the suffocating silence. His pair of purple-gold dragon eyes, which held the key to life and death, slowly closed, and the vast dragon might that permeated the sanctuary also slightly subsided.

The Dark Demon God Tiger reluctantly spat out the large red date from its mouth.

It seemed completely unconcerned about the pervasive fear and bloodlust in the hall, continuing to stride with its elegant yet domineering steps through the silent crowd, its massive body exuding an invisible sense of oppression, until it reached the steps of the golden throne.

Finally, the Dark Demon God Tiger stepped onto the steps before the Golden Throne, and slowly crouched down in the densest shadow beneath Kong Tianxu's feet.

The massive tiger head raised slightly, its gaze meeting that of Kong Tianxu on the throne, directly facing the silent masses below. Its eyes, burning with eerie soul fire, coldly swept across the entire area, as if confirming who dared to offend the majesty of the being behind it.

Zhang Peng felt as if he were hearing celestial music. His whole body trembled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He could no longer hold on and fell heavily to his knees again, burying his head deeply, not daring to move at all.

This time, he was completely convinced.

Inside the sanctuary, there was a deathly silence, like that of a tomb.

Only the light from the dome crystal, after that moment of dimming, shone down again, illuminating this unforgettable scene: the phantom of a sacred, purple-gold dragon, coiled atop the supreme golden throne, its eyes closed, indifferent to all living beings.

The dark and ferocious Dark Demon Tiger sat majestically in the shadows beneath the throne, its eyes fixed on its prey, ready to devour anyone it might harm.

In the air between the two, the four balls of crimson-gold holy flames continued to burn slowly, but the screams and writhing had almost stopped. Only the faint crackling sound of the flames burning the remains, and the eerie smell of burning and holy intertwined in the air, added the final touch to this scene.

A dragon coiled and a tiger crouching.