Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Above the Soul Guidance Train, two old men faced each other from a distance.

Yuan Enzhentian looked helplessly at Le Zhengyang, who was drinking from a gourd and asking if he wanted a sip, and sighed.

"My granddaughter has already been taken away, what else do you want?"

What kind of mess is this? I was just walking by watching the commotion, and my granddaughter was snatched away right in front of me?

He couldn't even leave, let alone intervene.

The liquor poured into his mouth with a slurping sound. Le Zhengyang, looking quite pleased, said with a half-red, half-blushed face:

"This wine was brewed over several years by the little ones in my family using dozens of rare and precious ingredients. It's said to have the power to prolong life. Are you sure you don't want some?"

"……don't want."

Yuan Enzhen's eyes flickered. Compared to prolonging life, his granddaughter was of course more important.

How could a powerful figure like him ruin such an important matter for a mere sip of wine? Wouldn't that make him resemble the Gluttonous Douluo from ten thousand years ago?

Moreover, the other family is truly bizarre; the younger one took his granddaughter away and quickly recruited her into their family, while the older one wouldn't let him leave.

Could it be that they intend to kidnap this demigod as well?

"Never mind if you don't want it, let's get down to business."

Le Zhengyang shook the gourd, his expression turning serious, and said, "Your skills are extraordinary; it would be a waste for you to remain hidden in the world. Don't you want to come out and make a name for yourself?"

Yuan Enzhen's expression hardened. "You want to recruit me?"

"Wrong, it's not recruiting you," Yue Zhengyang corrected with a smile, "it's recruiting your whole family."

"If I'm not mistaken, your martial soul is Titan Giant Ape? A few years ago, a young man with extraordinary talent appeared in the soul master world. His name was Yuanen Tiandang, and his martial soul was also Titan Giant Ape."

"My son tried to recruit him into the Southern Legion, but was refused. He came back saying that this young man must have a Limit Douluo behind him, and that's you?"

Yuan Enzhen's expression changed, and Le Zhengyang knew he had guessed correctly; his smile grew even more fervent.

"The Angel Family values ​​talent and holds high positions for its members. If you are interested, you can name your terms. There are few things that our family cannot do or obtain."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Enzhentian was utterly speechless. "...Is your Angel Family a den of bandits? You bring back every genius you see?"

Three generations of their family have been targeted by angelic soul masters who are specifically designed to exploit the Titan family.

"Hehe, when I was young, I rarely ate noodles, and quite a few people secretly called me a bandit."

Le Zhengyang laughed proudly, "But they can't beat me, so all they can do is curse me behind my back."

Yuan Enzhen really wanted to say, "You're still shameless now that you're old, a complete old bandit," but after thinking about it, he swallowed his words and changed the subject:

"Let's set that aside. You took my granddaughter away, are you unaware of the serious hidden danger she carries?"

"Of course." Le Zhengyang composed himself and squinted at him.

"Fallen Angel Martial Soul, a natural seed of evil soul masters, once corrupted, it becomes the most terrifying evil martial soul."

"Not saying it's 100% corrupted is being lenient. According to our clan rules, once a Fallen Angel Soul Master is discovered, they must be immediately suppressed and brought back to the clan; those who aren't brought back are all corrupted, without exception!"

"If your granddaughter doesn't possess twin martial souls, and my nephew has taken a liking to her, I will certainly intervene and seal her martial souls!"

As he spoke, Le Zhengyang's voice grew increasingly harsh, and a chilling murderous aura flashed between his brows.

It's not that he's prejudiced; the Fallen Angel Martial Soul is too evil, with several of its Soul Skills inherently possessing malevolence. After cultivating it to become a Title Douluo, it would be an even greater catastrophe.

If it weren't for the special circumstances, even if Yuanen Zhentian, a senior demigod, wanted to stop him, he would still cripple Yuanen Yehui.

Even if Yuanen Yehui runs into trouble in the future, he will take action, although he believes that Feng Zaixing will clean up the mess himself.

However, to Le Zhengyang's surprise, Yuanen Zhentian, upon hearing that he was going to cripple Yuanen Yehui, not only did not show any hostility, but was overjoyed.

"If you can seal away the fallen angel, that would be wonderful!"

Le Zhengyang's forehead creased with question marks: "???"

So reasonable?

"Have you already seen the corrupted, fallen angels?" After a moment's thought, Yue Zhengyang came up with this explanation.

Martial spirits can be inherited. Yuanen Yehui had a Fallen Angel, and her relatives likely did as well.

"Not only did we see it, but we also paid an extremely heavy price..."

Yuan Enzhen's throat tightened, and painful memories flooded his mind, as if he had returned to that terrible night.

"...After that nightmare, I swore I would never let a fallen angel cultivate into a Title Douluo again."

After recounting the bloody and tragic experiences of his family, Yuan Enzhen shook his head with a bitter smile and said to Le Zhengyang:

"Originally, we were going to send her to Shrek Academy to get the Sky-Piercing Douluo's attention; but meeting you all is not bad..."

Le Zhengyang's gaze deepened, and he nodded solemnly, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry, no one knows how to deal with evil spirit masters better than us."

"The Demon Dimension, huh! I've long wanted to test my skills against them. I wonder if those unresurrected demons dare to fight me to the death!"

Yuan Enzhen nodded, then added, "However, Shrek Academy might have objections to you intercepting my granddaughter."

"It's alright. Long Yeyue is afraid of death, and Yun Ming wouldn't dare to risk his life against me."

Le Zhengyang nonchalantly waved his hand and said with a sneer:

"I, a junior myself, was also a designated Shrek Academy student, but I'm not going anymore; not to mention your granddaughter has a fallen angel, it's already a mercy that I didn't seal her away."

They stole all the Tang Clan's secret techniques, so what's a genius?

In Mu Ye's words, Shrek's losses are not even a fraction of the loss of "The Secret of the Body" over ten thousand years.

……

Two hours later.

An armored soul-guided vehicle sped through the streets and alleys, rushing through the bustling city center, and a towering, magnificent hundred-story tower came into view in the distance.

Yuan Enhui sat in the back seat, fastened her seatbelt, and said in a low voice, "Boss, could you drive a little slower? I'm getting nervous."

"A grown man like you is afraid of having sex in a car? I'm a military officer, that's how military vehicles are driven; and my driving skills are top-notch, I definitely won't hit anyone."

In the driver's seat, Feng Zaixing swung the steering wheel like a Russian roulette wheel, but his body remained perfectly steady.

"This is Spirit City, we can slow down."

Yuan Enhui glanced at the steel forest of skyscrapers outside the window, feeling a sense of unease, like a country bumpkin entering the city.

The outside world is so different from my family.

"What's wrong with Lingdou City? Even the fifth largest city on the continent can't just enforce the law arbitrarily. If I don't run red lights or cross the line, and someone causes me trouble, I'll have their superiors 'chat' with me."

Feng Zaixing curled his lip. Just because he liked to amuse himself by targeting evil spirit masters didn't mean he wouldn't amuse himself by targeting others.

If any corrupt official falls into his hands, it's a good opportunity to rid the people of a scourge.

Yuan Enhui remained silent. His new boss was terrifyingly fierce. Was this what they called an arrogant and ruthless general?

It's really exciting though. Maybe she can learn it when she has money in the future?

Yuan Enhui felt a strange itch, like a kitten was scratching at her.

After a while.

The soul-guided vehicle drove into the Spirit Pagoda's parking lot, and Feng Zaixing called Yuan Enhui to get out of the car. They walked into the Spirit Pagoda with practiced ease.

Upon seeing the black card, the staff member showed great enthusiasm and led the two onto the elevator, heading straight to a higher floor.

On the 108th floor, as soon as the elevator doors opened, the two saw a middle-aged man with an impressive bearing rise from the sofa. He had slender eyebrows, a commanding presence, and greeted them with a warm smile.

"Haha, what a rare treat! Young friend Feng has actually shown up here, and even brought a little brother with him... Eh?"

Xu Shengqun, one of the four Spirit Transmission Envoys of the Spirit Transmission Tower, glanced at Yuanen Yehui and immediately realized that she was a "fake" woman disguised as a man.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you alright?" Feng Zaixing asked with a smile.

"It's alright, of course it's alright."

"That's good. Your Majesty is a Spirit Messenger with a heavy responsibility, a pillar of the Federation. You must not let anything happen to you."

After praising the other party, Feng Zaixing pointed at Yuanen Yehui and said with great pride:

"His martial spirit is a fallen angel. Choose a top-tier dark spirit for us that is less than two thousand years old. Quality is the most important factor. Money is not a problem."

"...Okay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Upon hearing about Yuanen Yehui's martial soul, Xu Shengqun felt even more strange. Even if a holy angel mutates, it cannot mutate into a fallen angel. Where did Feng Zaixing find such a genius?

Despite the many doubts, business had to be done. The rotating spirit messenger fiddled with the objects and summoned three spirits.

Sixteen hundred years of Dark Demon Earth Dragon, thirteen hundred years of Dark Demon Tiger, eight hundred years of Death Vulture.

"What do you think?" Xu Shengqun asked with a faint smile.

Yuan Enhui's eyes lit up, while Feng Zaixing frowned and asked, "Is there anything stronger?"

Not weak, but not enough.

"you mean?"

Feng Zaixing crossed his arms and asked, "Unyielding spirits, are there any? Like the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?"