Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky

Chapter 260 The Beginning of Purification, the Holy Spirit Cures Evil

At this moment, no one dared to make the slightest move. Ye Xishui remained still, Long Xiaoyao was surprised but didn't really want to move, and Zhong Liwu felt he shouldn't move at this time. The others dared not move and could not move.

From the moment the dragon roared, Kong Tianxu suppressed the four evils with a single word, killed the titled villains with a single thought, saw through life and death with his eyes, and swallowed the scorpion tiger with his aura. His strength alone overwhelmed the entire field.

The establishment of authority has reached its peak.

Before this, Kong Tianxu's position in the Holy Spirit Cult relied more on the endorsement of two peerless powerhouses, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, and Yin Baifa's daily indoctrination of the Holy Emperor's Descent doctrine, which allowed most believers to maintain a superficial respect and obedience.

At this moment, having witnessed this terrifying power, their respect had transformed into a deep-seated fear and awe.

In the Douluo Continent, the strong are respected, and strength is the source of everything.

The fact that Kong Tianxu could so easily kill the Abomination Douluo, whose strength was definitely not weak among the eight elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, already proved that Kong Tianxu must have reached the level of a Super Douluo.

Adding to this the black tiger-like beast that was clearly under his control, people's predictions of his strength have been raised to the level of Vice Sect Leader Feng Ling, or even Zhongli Wu.

Zhongli Wu, a level 97 Super Douluo. He looks young; if it weren't for his signature silver hair, he would look no more than middle-aged.

But those who know him well know that this Holy Spirit Cult Leader is only one generation younger than Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui in terms of seniority, and his real age is already over 180 years old.

Kong Tianxu is only eighteen years old this year.

With a tenfold difference in cultivation time, even if he only came close to Zhongli Wu, it could still be considered a true miracle.

Not to mention Ye Guyi and Nan Qiuqiu, who were already utterly shocked, even Long Xiaoyao was inwardly astonished.

He could even assert that even Tang San, the Sea God from ten thousand years ago, was far inferior to Kong Tianxu, who was the same age.

"Master Zhongli".

Amidst the oppressive yet dazzling light and shadow, Kong Tianxu finally spoke again, causing everyone's heartstrings to tighten.

"If I remember correctly, the Scorpion Tiger Offering is under your jurisdiction?"

It's here! Zhongli Wu's heart tightened, and his brain began to quickly think of a way to deal with it.

Although Kong Tianxu's tone did not contain any sense of accusation, anyone could see that he clearly intended to use himself as an example.

It's just unclear whether this Holy Emperor's decision to single him out at this time is more of a warning or an attempt to weaken his authority.

As for more extreme possibilities, Zhongli Wu never considered them. As the only son of Limit Douluo Ye Xishui, and with Long Xiaoyao's love for Ye Xishui for so many years, he had no worries about his safety.

Regarding the murder, he believed he had been careful enough, not doing it himself, and strictly ordered several of his confidants not to overstep their bounds.

In retrospect, this caution must have been the key to his safe escape.

Zhongli Wu stood up and said in a deep voice, "I will give the Holy Emperor an explanation." After saying that, he turned to Zhang Peng.

"Right big toe." Zhongli Wu's voice was calm yet chilling, just as it always was when he gave orders.

He was confident that, given his control over his group of evil spirit masters, few would dare to disobey him, let alone simply harm their own bodies or even destroy their cultivation.

However, Zhang Peng did not move.

The Scorpion Tiger Douluo, who had just been terrified, merely raised his bloodstained head with trembling hands. His eyes, filled with fear and pleading, looked past Zhongli Wu in front of him and stared straight at Kong Tianxu on the golden throne.

It was as if he was waiting, waiting for the one who truly controlled his life and death to give the final judgment.

Zhongli Wu was stunned, and his hands unconsciously began to exert force.

"Right big toe! Zhang Peng, are you deaf?!" He emphasized, almost growling.

But Zhang Peng remained as still as a stone statue, gazing up at the throne, completely ignoring Zhongli Wu's roar.

The silence brought even greater embarrassment. Countless pairs of eyes secretly projected at him felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Zhongli Wu's well-maintained face quickly turned bluish-red, and even veins on his forehead became visible.

He gritted his teeth, and a violent soul force began to surge around his body.

"Oh."

A soft chuckle, tinged with amusement, came from the throne.

Zhongli Wu's face twisted in pain.

Kong Tianxu lowered his purple-gold dragon eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Zhang Peng: "Since Sect Leader Zhongli has said so, then Scorpion Tiger Douluo shall do as he says."

"Yes. Thank you for your grace, Holy Emperor."

Blood splattered as Zhang Peng tore off his five right toes one by one and threw them to the ground. Because a Super Douluo's physical body was too tough, Zhang Peng even used his soul power.

Blood instantly stained the ground red.

Zhongli Wu stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to sit or stand, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

No one dared to be angry anymore, and no one dared to speak out.

Kong Tianxu nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Tang Ya and the other two, issuing his second decree: "Zhongli Tian, ​​Zhongli Di, Zhongli Ren, and the three of you, come forward."

The blow has been delivered in the most bloody and cruel way, serving as a warning to others. Now, it's time to offer the sweet treat that will drive all evil spirit masters mad.

After all, the Holy Spirit Cult remains one of the important foundations for him to obtain faith power in the future.

All six of them were startled. The three Zhongli brothers dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly stepped out from the crowd, came to the foot of the throne steps, and stood respectfully with their heads bowed.

Aside from Tang Ya, whom he already knew, Kong Tianxu's gaze lingered briefly on the other two relatively unfamiliar evil spirit masters.

One of them was unusually tall and thin, estimated to be over two meters tall. A black robe and cloak hung loosely on his body, like a tattered sack hanging on a bamboo pole.

The other one had a relatively normal physique among the evil spirit masters, but the aura he exuded was the coldest and most chilling, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, silent yet deadly.

These two should be Xiao Lei, the Lich Martial Soul Emperor, and Sheng Yanfeng, the Bone Dragon Soul, from the original work.

"Lift up your cloak," Kong Tianxu said to Wang Xiaolei.

Wang Xiaolei's head, hidden beneath his cloak, seemed to shift slightly as he hesitated, saying, "Your Majesty, it is not that I intend to disobey, but my appearance is truly unsightly—"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together, with a strange resonance that was unlike that of ordinary people.

"It's alright." Kong Tianxu's voice was calm and composed.

Wang Xiaolei hesitated for a few more seconds, and finally, as if resigned to his fate, a skeletal hand emerged from the sleeve of his right arm and grabbed the edge of his cloak.

As he raised his right hand, amidst the astonished gazes of many in white robes, his sleeve naturally slipped down to his shoulder, revealing his right arm, which was entirely bare white bone.

Could it be that Wang Xiaolei, hidden beneath that black robe, is actually just a skeleton?

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless white-robed cultists, Wang Xiaolei slowly lifted the heavy black cloak from the top of his head.

When the hood slipped down, revealing the "face" to the light of the sanctuary—

"hiss--!

A series of suppressed gasps of cold air rose from the crowd like a tidal wave, and many people's eyes widened instantly, with some even falling to the ground in shock.

What appeared before everyone was not a human face.

That was a stark white skull!

There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only two dark red flames that flickered and burned violently, casting a painful yet hollow light. The strange sound just now came from between these opening and closing jawbones.

The skull's jaw opened and closed, and Wang Xiaolei's voice was filled with bitterness: "Your Majesty, I have awakened a Martial Soul called the Lich. This appearance is due to the Martial Soul, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Even among evil spirit masters, the lich is an extremely rare and powerful top-tier martial spirit, but the price of this power is the complete necromancy and dehumanization of the host's body and mind.

He paused, his voice lower, as if recalling some painful memory: "And because of this, the minds of my former subordinates were also quite distorted, and they made serious mistakes."

Without needing much explanation, all the evil spirit masters present with some cultivation understood. The evil spirit not only brought power far exceeding that of ordinary spirit masters, but also eroded their minds day by day, especially the more powerful the evil spirit master.

Therefore, almost all evil spirit masters find it difficult to maintain their rationality, which is one of the important reasons that accelerates their depravity.

Seemingly giving up on the last vestige of concealment, Wang Xiaolei simply pulled the wide black robe that had been covering his body down a little further.

As he fully revealed himself, everyone could see more clearly that on the surface of his white bones, there were strange purple-black patterns engraved, emanating a nauseating aura of death.

Xu Tianzhen's face turned pale, while Ye Guyi and the other normal soul masters revealed undisguised disgust and contempt in their eyes.

But for those newcomers who have only recently awakened their evil martial spirit, this is undoubtedly a hellish scene.

"What on earth did he do to deserve this?!"

"I...I don't want to become like this! I don't want to!"

The hushed whispers among the congregation instantly grew louder, a mixture of emotions including fear, disgust, sympathy, and a sense of shared misfortune.

Some young people who originally believed they could fight against the evil martial spirit with their own strength broke down emotionally and cried uncontrollably, their cries filled with despair, thinking about their possible future fate.

The situation was starting to spiral out of control.

"quiet!"

A soft shout abruptly silenced all the noise.

Ye Xishui had already stood in front of the throne at some point, and the vast and boundless pressure of the Limit Douluo quietly spread out, instantly suppressing all the commotion and noise.

Everyone felt a tightness in their chest, their soul power stagnated, and they could no longer utter a sound. They could only look at the Supreme Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult with fearful eyes.

The sanctuary fell silent again, with only the heavy or suppressed breathing of the crowd remaining.

In the deathly silence created by the forceful suppression, on the golden throne, Kong Tianxu draped Wang Xiaolei's black robe back over his shoulders, his voice booming like a great bell, echoing throughout every corner of the sanctuary: "I see you in pain, fear, and grief; in depravity, struggle, and indulgence. You are burdened with sin, your souls shrouded in dust, never to see the light of day."

The sound gradually changed. This time, it no longer merely reached the ears, but seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's heart, carrying a strange rhythm that intertwined comfort and judgment.

"But, effective immediately!"

Kong Tianxu's voice suddenly rose, as if proclaiming a divine decree, resolute and unwavering: "Believe in me! Respect me! Follow my way—"

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"I will grant you new life!!!"

Behind him, the illusory image of the giant purple-gold dragon that had been coiled there quietly faded away.

The seven slowly rotating crimson soul rings suddenly collapsed inward, eventually transforming into a single, equally bright red, yet subtly revealing black and white colors—a strange soul ring.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that shocked everyone, including Long Xiaoyao, appeared behind Kong Tianxu: an unprecedented illusory image of a martial spirit slowly emerged!

It was a humanoid silhouette that existed between reality and illusion, its entire body protected by chaotic vertical pupils that intertwined the sacred and the sinister.

Behind it, a slowly rotating black and white vortex swirled, swallowing light and emitting a faint glow.

Within the vortex, six faint shadowy figures, resembling tentacles or ribbons of light, extended out and swayed gently.

This is neither a giant dragon nor any of the original martial spirit forms that Kong Tianxu had previously demonstrated.

The sacred and the wicked are one, light and darkness coexist.

The third martial soul! It really is the third martial soul.

Ye Guyi was shocked, her beautiful eyes flashing with disbelief, and she almost blurted it out.

As expected! He really does possess a third martial soul! And the aura of this martial soul—it actually possesses both divine and malevolent qualities simultaneously? How is this possible?!

Holy Spirit Puppet!

Zhongli Wu's face turned ashen, and he knelt down in a daze.

Tang Ya seemed to be completely captivated by the chaotic black and white vortex, mesmerized and unable to resist reaching out her hand.

Almost simultaneously, Kong Tianxu slowly raised his right hand and lightly slapped it forward.

The six people below the steps felt a chorus of alarm bells in their hearts. They instinctively tried to dodge, but were horrified to find that they were completely unable to evade the palm strike, and could not even move a finger.

A divine light burst forth from Kong Tianxu's palm! At the same time, the phantom of the Holy Spirit Demon Puppet Martial Soul behind him suddenly solidified.

Six tentacles, existing between reality and illusion and with divine golden light flowing around their edges, shot out as if they were alive, accurately landing on the heads of Tang Ya, Yan Feng, Wang Xiaolei, and the three Zhong Li brothers.

The six people trembled violently, and their martial spirits manifested uncontrollably.

Behind Tang Ya, dark blue silver grass danced wildly; Yan Feng's bones crackled, emitting a strong icy blue aura, and ghostly blue soul fire burned in his eye sockets; Wang Xiaolei's lich body was filled with black energy soaring into the sky; the three Zhong Li brothers were entangled by three ferocious gray-scaled underworld snake phantoms.

The manifestation of six powerful evil martial spirits immediately caused the evil energy within the Holy Hall to surge, and a cold, gray-black aura rose up like smoke.

The golden tentacles of the Holy Spirit Puppet began to undergo an incredible transformation the moment they came into contact with this surging evil energy.

The originally flowing golden divine light and gray-black evil light rapidly intertwined and entangled until they merged, ultimately transforming into a strange state of black and white, independent yet perfectly integrated.

Kong Tianxu's purple-gold dragon eyes shone brightly. In his vision of heaven and earth, deep within the souls of the six people before him, amidst the inseparable entanglement of their martial spirits and spiritual consciousness, a thin gray line as fine as a hair was clearly visible.

The source of evil.

Previously, he could only watch.

Now he sees what he has achieved.

He pointed his fingers together like a sword, and then made a light, almost imperceptible gesture.

"cut."

Six golden sword shadows and golden light emanated from his body, slashing out like swords from the tips of his tentacles, silently tracing the trajectory of those evil lines.

The shift between the sacred and the wicked has been reversed at this moment!

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