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

Chapter 80 Long Live the Spirit Hall!

"ah!!!"

"Your Highness, save me!"

The desperate cries brought no hope of survival. The young man frantically tried to draw his bow and shoot, but his trembling arm was always a fraction too slow. Before the arrow, which resembled a golden streak of light, could reach him, an iron rod engraved with dragon patterns and a black, sharp spear simultaneously pierced his body from the left and right.

Amidst the agonizing howls and roars, a gigantic green snake writhed, stirring up large swaths of mud and sand, its body breaking apart inch by inch, slowly becoming illusory, and finally transforming into a mangled humanoid corpse.

Just as the dragon-patterned staff was retracted, the team member wearing heavy soul armor suddenly felt a twitch in the corner of his eye and a sharp, needle-like pain between his brows.

He suddenly looked up and saw a pair of arrogant eyes brewing with boundless rage. Brilliant golden light condensed in the Soul Douluo's hand. Before he could dodge, a pure golden, cold arrow had already lightly landed in front of his chest.

Eighth Soul Skill - Flowing Light Star Arrow!

From drawing the bow to shooting the arrow, there was not a sound at all; its presence was even minimized.

This arrow, imbued with terrifying power, was like a silent, deadly grim reaper!

"The Quran!"

The terrifying power shattered the thick soul armor on his chest, instantly illuminating it with a blinding light, and then suddenly exploded under everyone's horrified gaze!

"boom!!!"

The dark dragon-patterned staff struck the protruding rock with a crisp sound, its color slowly turning pale and dim, eventually transforming into a wisp of ethereal soul power and disappearing completely.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the once arrogant tin can knelt on the ground, its upper body landing heavily on the ruins with a dull thud, but then remained motionless.

"Dead. Finally dead."

"Hahaha"

Looking at the young prodigy who was only twenty-six or twenty-seven, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement. In his eyes, killing such a unique enemy was no more enjoyable than hunting down a newly promoted expert!

"These tin cans aren't invincible!"

"You bunch of useless trash, get ahead and block them! You don't need to kill them, just hold them off!"

"I can attack myself!"

"Their speed is getting slower and slower; that iron shell consumes a lot of soul power, so they can't fight for long!"

"Go now, you useless lot!"

"Don't forget, you have more than just your sect behind you; think of your families!"

The young man laughed maniacally, but his hands did not stop moving in the slightest. The moment he drew the bow, golden arrows fell like rain, striking the silver-white soul armor with a crisp 'clang' sound.

Even if only some seemingly insignificant cracks remain, the seemingly indestructible armor will crumble under the onslaught of fierce attacks.

It's breaking apart little by little!

Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more!

His expression grew increasingly manic, and finally, finding an opportunity in the ever-spreading cracks, he fired a golden arrow of light precisely at the arm of the largest iron can.

With a muffled snort, the sturdy silver-white arm armor shattered into countless tiny fragments, and the right hand holding the blood-red battle axe vanished completely!

"Very good, very good."

"This is your weakness: you can't withstand heavy blows, and there's a limit to the damage a single body part can take!"

There are only two Soul Saints left blocking the way, but that's alright. One of those five troublesome "iron cans" has fallen, and another is useless. The remaining three will be easier to deal with.

Looking at those silent, silver-white tin cans, greed also flickered in the eyes of this Contra Douluo.

"As long as I can obtain these things and hand them over to the sect, what does it matter what about the manpower we lost? I will still have done nothing wrong!"

Even more, a huge and terrifying plan was being mass-produced in his mind.

If we can analyze this type of equipment and achieve mass production, the sect might have a chance to take a look at the position of the three upper sects. As for the Spirit Hall's revenge, hehe, do they really think that by winning over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School they can fight against all the forces in the world?

How ridiculous!

"Continuing to resist will only lead to death, and you will all die," he said, drawing his bow and adding sarcastically, "Why not just surrender? Withdraw your martial spirit and kneel on the ground!"

"If you leave your armor behind, I guarantee you'll live!"

"Think about it carefully. You only have one life; once you're dead, you have nothing left!"

The silence remained, and even the last three charged forward without changing their stance. They had completely abandoned their defense, letting all sorts of soul skills rain down on them, but their attacks never stopped!

Without a moment to spare for his fallen comrades, upon seeing the Soul Saint opposite him activate his Martial Soul True Form, transforming into a giant black crocodile, Iron Can wielding a sharp spear, all his soul power erupted. His wrists, chest, ankles, and the three places on his soul armor inlaid with transparent crystals suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light!

Then, the sharp spear struck wildly like a storm. As the black crocodile struggled to defend itself, the right hand suddenly rose, and small arrows with triangular arrowheads shot out with the infusion of immense soul power!

"Awoooooo!!!"

The black crocodile roared furiously, but its pale yellow, amber-like eyes were completely pierced by the malicious arrow, and blood splattered everywhere!

"call out--"

The sound of flesh being pierced was exceptionally clear. The black, sharp spear pierced right through the Soul Saint, who had transformed into human form, and shook the corpse off the spear tip. Looking at the transparent hole that appeared where the Soul Armor on his chest had shattered.

"happy."

The nameless Soul Saint, wielding a sharp spear, chuckled as his towering, mountain-like body collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

"What, are you going to continue?"

The terrifying shot just now, and the unexpected and extremely insidious counterattack at the end, really frightened this Contra Douluo.

He wiped the blood splattered on his face by the crocodile, and looking at the two metal cans that had stopped strangely, the madness on his face softened slightly: "Have you thought it through and decided to surrender? It is indeed a clear choice."

"The Spirit Hall!"

"Long live!"

To his astonishment, the crystals on the armor of the remaining two men lit up simultaneously, and they charged at him like mad bulls, even faster than when the battle had begun!

"Do you think that without the defenses in front of them, the two Soul Saints would have the power to face me directly?"

Looking at the two people blocking his way, their soul power nearly depleted and their legs trembling with fear, he sneered and raised the golden longbow in his hand again, his pupils instantly contracting.

"Useless trash, go stop them!"

"No, Your Highness!"

Sensing the killing intent coming from behind, the remaining two could only continue forward with bitter expressions. However, in the instant the four were entangled, a golden arrow flew by at high speed and pierced through the unsuspecting Soul Saint and the silent Iron Can at the same time.

"Useless trash, that's all you're good for."

Looking at the interconnected corpses, he smiled gently, a bright and radiant smile on his face.

"And your things all belong to you."

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly stopped what he was doing, turned his head slightly, and the fear in his eyes grew rapidly. He even stopped breathing for a moment.

A tall, thin, black shadow was silently and stealthily close to him, its pale light caressing his face, like a ghost from hell.

(End of this chapter)