Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 4 Hu Liena returns to the Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Hall makes history!

Chapter Four: Hu Liena Returns to the Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Hall Makes History!

Gently closing the notebook, Hu Liena rubbed her stiff, pale cheeks and let out a long breath.

Continuing to transfer soul power was completely useless; it seemed that the power of the Soul Master level was no longer enough to make this notebook react.

Moreover, being in an extremely dangerous killing city, it would be incredibly foolish to expend so much soul power.

"I really want to watch it."

"But there's no rush. I have to take this notebook out intact and hand it over to the teacher. Otherwise, my trip won't have been in vain."

Carefully storing the mysterious notebook into her soul tool, Hu Liena's eyes flickered as she silently planned her departure.

"This journey will likely be more difficult than we imagine."

With a click, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a cold and beautiful woman with a strange mask and a graceful figure slowly walked in. The lewd smiles on the faces of the fallen people around them instantly froze.

"Run! That scoundrel is out!"

"She's still alive? Damn, thank goodness I didn't go in to check!"

"Damn it, stay away from me, you idiot!"

The malicious scoundrels around him suddenly felt a chill run down their spines; at that moment, the instinct for survival outpaced even thought, simply because...

The long-dormant messenger of hell has reappeared!

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Two years later.

"Now, this is the most exciting moment of the game!"

"On our bloody battlefield, at the same time, two killing gods were born!"

A tall figure draped in a black cloak landed in the middle of the killing field, ignoring the corpses scattered all around, a slight smile appearing on his somewhat ethereal face.

"You two, you can leave now unless you choose to challenge the Hell Road."

Dark golden pupils swept back and forth between the two, and the King of Slaughter's voice was cold and hoarse, like a low murmur from hell: "As long as the two of you choose to leave safely, you will not only become guests of the Slaughter City and be able to freely enter the Slaughter Arena, but your soul skills will also no longer be sealed."

"No matter how the outside world changes, as long as you are within the City of Slaughter, your status will be second only to mine."

"The lives and deaths of countless fallen souls are in your hands!"

"I prefer to embrace greater challenges rather than the same old fun," Tang San said with a smile and a bow, his blue eyes fixed on the King of Slaughter, who resembled a giant bat, his gaze unusually firm.

When he arrived here, his father had already said that only by passing the final trial could he achieve a true transformation, so he had no reason to give up.

"As a member of the Spirit Hall's so-called Golden Generation, her goal must be the same. Well, perhaps they can support each other in their final moments."

Tang San tilted his head slightly to look at Hu Liena standing beside him, his smile widening.

Perhaps we can extract some secrets about the Spirit Hall from her.

"Your Excellency, King of Slaughter, I have decided to abandon my challenge of Hell Road and leave the City of Slaughter."

What?

Under Tang San's shocked expression, Hu Liena slowly stepped forward, bowed to the King of Slaughter, stared straight at him, and her expression was equally resolute.

The annoying hammer-wielding brat insists on walking the Hell Road, while the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall decides to accept mediocrity.

"Haha. Interesting."

With his dark golden eyes watching the two with great interest, the King of Slaughter suddenly unfurled his cloak and flew like a bat to the highest spectator platform.

"Now that I have made my choice, I will not let you down."

"Now."

"Fallen ones, rejoice! Party!"

The hoarse voice seemed to possess an unstoppable magic, growing ever more soaring and scorching.

The King of Slaughter spread his arms upwards as if to embrace something, while the Fallen below, with eerie laughter, began to scratch their bodies. As their expressions grew increasingly excited, blood seeped into the killing field from their wounds!

"The Road to Hell has begun, Asura King. Prepare to face your final challenge."

On the killing field, all the fallen ones died, and a huge amount of blood gathered into a giant bat pattern, scalding hot and filled with a savage aura!

At the heart of the bat, a dark path emerged from the pool of blood. The King of Slaughter pointed to the cave entrance, smiling as he looked at the solemn-faced Hammer Boy.

"Hmph, Spirit Hall."

Tang San chuckled, glanced at the unmoved Hu Liena, and turned to jump into the cave without hesitation.

"That's all there is to it."

"Now that the short-lived bastard from the Haotian Sect has gone down, our conversation will surely be more pleasant from now on."

The King of Slaughter smiled at the nervous Hu Liena, his voice much gentler.

"My guest elder, please convey my message to His Holiness the Pope after you leave."

"Say hello."

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"So that's your reason for staying inside for three years, leaving without completing the challenge?"

In the solemn and magnificent hall, the Pope, holding a gilded scepter and with a flawless face, looked down at his disciple kneeling on the ground, a hint of disappointment in his eyes that he could not hide.

Bibi Dong poured even more effort into this beloved disciple than she did into that illegitimate child.

Although I'm happy that she returned safely, if she avoids the final trial because of fear or some trivial matter, can Nana, with her temperament, really still be the leader of the Golden Generation?

Bibi Dong's gaze was deep and thoughtful.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I've let you down."

Hu Liena knelt on the ground, her face showing some grievance, but she still took out a tattered animal skin notebook from her bosom, lowered her head and raised it above her head with both hands.

That's it.

"Bring it here."

With a sigh in her heart, Bibi Dong's red lips moved slightly, and her gaze swept over the person beside her. Ju Douluo immediately understood and carefully took the notebook from Hu Liena's hand.

"Your Holiness, Nana must have her own reasons. Giving up her own resources is for the sake of our Spirit Hall."

"You've said too much, Elder Ju."

Bibi Dong lightly tapped the ground with her gilded scepter, looking down at the terrified Chrysanthemum Douluo, and spoke expressionlessly: "For the Spirit Hall? What secrets could a Soul Master like her possibly have access to?"

"Only by strengthening ourselves can we best repay the Spirit Hall for its unwavering investment of resources."

"Yes."

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed and withdrew, only able to shake his head helplessly at Hu Liena.

The Pope is really angry this time, and even your Uncle Ju can't help you.

Bibi Dong took the yellowed animal hide notebook with her fair, jade-like right hand. After a moment's thought, her powerful and profound soul energy flowed slowly from her palm into the mysterious notebook.

At the same time, a pale purple light instantly rose from his hand, forming two huge spider phantoms.

Powerful, ruthless, terrifying, evil!

"How is that possible!"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in an instant, and the boundless soul power within her body surged like a whirlpool, from which an extremely dense darkness quietly emerged, echoing the beast skin notebook from afar!

"This is."

"Divine power!!!"

(End of this chapter)