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

Chapter 78 New Equipment Unveiled

"Big brother, are we really sure this is okay?"

The elegantly dressed middle-aged man stroked the blood-stained gold soul coin in his hand, looking at his elder brother lying on the chair with his head resting on his hand and his eyes closed, his face full of worry.

It should be noted that for hundreds of years, no one has ever dared to attack the Spirit Hall, which helps people awaken their martial souls for free. This behemoth is like a giant tiger lying on the ground, and anyone who dares to provoke it will often pay an extremely terrible price!

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a small branch hall, and the highest level of cultivation is only a Great Soul Master. The Spirit Hall won't care."

The burly man lying on the chair opened his eyes and smiled disdainfully: "You should know that we are using that kind of magical weapon that can be fired without using soul power. The Spirit Hall is so powerful and wealthy, how could they possibly detect it, let alone trace it back to us? It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Moreover, if those people from the Spirit Hall really come knocking on their door, that's when they should regret it."

The burly man grinned maliciously and twisted his neck, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

"You need to understand that the Spirit Hall has offended more than just the Empire this time. Even if they send people, they will only be able to leave in disgrace."

"He's bound to lose face; if he doesn't want to, an even harder slap will come."

So that's how it is. The Spirit Hall has offended someone.

The middle-aged man nodded, his expression showing some reluctance.

The Spirit Hall has been stationed in this city for at least twenty years. Every time I pass by, I can see some very familiar faces, laughing and joking as they awaken their children's spirits or send out monthly subsidies.

Even if some of the Spirit Hall's actions were indeed somewhat domineering, these innocent people should not bear the consequences.

"What's wrong, Chen Dongxiao? Are you having second thoughts?"

A slow, deliberate reply startled the middle-aged man. He looked up at his elder brother's ambiguous smile and could only manage a fawning expression: "No, of course not. These guys deserve what they got. Their monthly stipends are so meager; they probably embezzled half of it. The Spirit Hall deserves to die!"

"Hmph, it's good that you know. Those jackals aren't worth your pity."

The man sat back down in the recliner, stretched out his arms and body, and was about to speak when his expression suddenly froze, and he turned to look at the door.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, fragments of broken walls and wooden doors scattered everywhere, and thick dust almost obscured all vision.

Their pupils contracted, and all they could see in their vision were a few blurry, somewhat bloated shadows.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

As the smoke cleared, a squad of Soul Masters appeared before the two. They were covered in a layer of somewhat ferocious armor, and even their heads were covered with thick helmets, leaving only a tiny slit for their eyes.

Two strange tubes were embedded in the silver-white arm armor, making it look like a humanoid steel soul beast!

"You've got some skill to find this place so quickly."

"Heh heh heh, for a Soul Master to use defensive equipment that only ordinary people need, the Spirit Hall is really going backwards."

"Iron Feathered Eagle - Martial Soul Possession!"

Looking at the rows of steel cans in front of him, the burly man lying on the chair sneered. The next second, he sprang up, unfurling a pair of enormous steel wings behind him, his hawk-like cry echoing for kilometers!

"A bunch of trash with Soul Saint cultivation think they can catch me?"

"dream!"

These heavy metal cans should just stay underground and eat my ashes!

As for his dear younger brother...

Flying more than ten meters into the air, the man looked down at his younger brother, whose face was pale with fright, and chuckled, showing no reluctance whatsoever in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Chen Dongxiao, my own brother. If this can make the Spirit Hall feel a little better, then you, this piece of trash, will still be of some use."

But the smug look on his face froze completely. The man weakly waved his hands, which had transformed into steel wings, staring at the small, transparent hole the size of a thumb in his chest. Blood foam spread in his mouth, and his face was full of disbelief.

"How is that possible?!"

The moment he roared, the several metal cans below raised their right hands again, the dark holes in their arm armor aimed at him, and a small, inconspicuous arrow, as sharp as a cone, flew out silently once more. Propelled by highly concentrated soul power, it pierced his body as smoothly as a knife through cotton.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Seven large iron canisters simultaneously raised their hands to aim at the target. The crystal on their right arm glowed with a crystalline blue light under the influence of soul power. Then, the armor-piercing cone roared silently as it shot into the sky, riddling the target with holes in just a few seconds!

"The ringleader has been executed, and the target, Chen Batian, has been killed. We now request permission to proceed with the cleanup."

"Command received, being executed."

The leader, Iron Can, pressed the communication device next to his ear, spoke expressionlessly, and in a cold tone.

"Sweep away the entire Ironfeather Eagle family. Leave not a single one alive."

Click, click.

The several tin cans behind him stood apart, their soul power gathering in their legs. Suddenly, their bodies rushed towards the panicked crowd in the inner courtyard like meteorites, crushing one person's skull the moment they landed.

"No, don't kill me."

"I know who did the massacre of the Spirit Hall. Just leave me alive, and I'll tell you!"

"Father, no!!!"

The warrior, clad in soul armor, smiled as he stepped away from the pool of blood. As he stretched out his arm, rings of soul energy flashed around him, and various amplifications poured into his body without reservation.

"The Seven Treasures are famous: Power!"

"speed!"

"Defend!"

"soul!"

"attack!"

Then, he stretched his hand forward, and two pale blue, curved longswords popped out from the joints and slid precisely into his palm. He got up and rushed into the crowd, stirring up wave after wave of blood amidst howls and screams.

"Ning Xing, you've gone too far!"

Only when the screams gradually subsided did the leader, Tin Can, remove his helmet, look at the limbs and corpses scattered on the ground, and gasp in horror.

Good heavens, the elders' orders were that blood must be paid for in blood, and to do it cleanly, but they didn't expect you to go this far. This whole mess of blood and flesh, lying in the yard like rags, it'll be hard to even piece together a complete corpse!

"Since the elders said that blood debts must be repaid in blood, then if it's not thorough, how can those treacherous insects be afraid?"

Using the tip of his knife to pry open half of a head at his feet, the young man smiled and said, "Captain, our entire branch hall has been killed. This is not only a slap in the face to our Spirit Hall, but it will also discourage the commoner spirit masters in Notting City and even cause them to lose faith in us."

"So I feel that this alone is not enough."

His companion's voice trembled slightly: "Not enough, what are you trying to do, kid?"

"Of course we should keep searching! There's bound to be some secret room or passage. We'll find them and get them all."

"Otherwise, these people might still be thinking about revenge."

Ning Xing smiled and said, "Split an earthworm vertically, and shake an egg until the yolk is broken!"

The captain stared at him, feeling a little scared by his smiling face.

(End of this chapter)