Douluo Continent, I, Huo Yuhao, defy fate with my spiritual eyes.

Title Douluo...

Zhou Weizi, who had been looking up with an air of arrogance, suddenly changed his expression and became as timid as a mouse seeing a cat.

Li Mazi next to him was even more unwell, his whole body trembling like a winnowing basket, his voice hoarse and trembling, with a hint of disbelief and vulnerability.

"How...how could this be! How could there be a Title Douluo here?!"

But the spirit rings don't lie. A powerful aura emanated from the dragon spirit spear, pointing straight at their brows. The sharpness that seemed to tear everything apart made the two of them feel as if their heads were about to be pierced.

"How dare you! We couldn't catch you, yet you dare come knocking on our door!"

Cai Meier was a hot-tempered person who couldn't tolerate any injustice, and she sneered.

Li Mazi lowered his voice and asked his companion in a panic.

"Aren't you about to be promoted to Title Douluo? Can you hold on a little longer?"

With a stiff expression, Zhou Weizi cursed irritably, his face grim.

"Aspiring Title Douluos and Title Douluos are two different species! Moreover, her level is definitely not that of a newly promoted Title Douluo; she's at least level ninety-two or ninety-three!"

Hearing Zhou Weizi, the strongest among them, say this, Li Mazi was completely flustered.

They were originally the children of lazy villagers, lacking talent and unwilling to cultivate, and were despised by the villagers. After accidentally learning about the cultivation method of evil soul masters, they slaughtered the village in a fit of anger and broke through to the second ring.

Over the years, he has relied on slaughtering remote villages and cities to build up his confidence for breakthroughs. He is also quite cunning, committing one heist and then running away, and has never truly encountered a strong opponent.

"What should we do?"

"Run!"

Zhou Weizi suddenly roared, and the mountain of heads beneath his feet, burning with eerie ghost fire, bypassed Cai Meier and floated straight toward the Shrek group.

He himself transformed into a blood-red shadow, gradually becoming blurred.

Li Mazi was shocked that his accomplice had so readily sold him out without even a hint of testing him, decisively abandoning the accumulated corpses. He stared furiously in the direction Zhou Weizi had fled.

He was quick as well; with a flick of his soul banner, all the wronged spirits, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions, had lost their minds and were driven to attack Cai Meier.

He was enveloped by the soul banner, and his figure gradually faded, giving him the feeling of disappearing.

"A trivial skill!"

Cai Meier coldly watched their actions, her pent-up fighting spirit blazing fiercely, and her spear was thrown away.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon Shadow Evil-Slaying Thrust!"

The spear transformed into countless afterimages, each one a delicate, lifelike little dragon, easily scattering the skulls and vengeful spirits.

In an instant, the world was filled with the stench of blood and the cacophony of wails.

Having dealt with the opponent's trickery, the Dragon Soul Spear returned to Cai Meier and began to strike.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Dragon Soul Strangulation Binding!"

A dragon soul tens of meters tall opened its eyes, and with a sway of its body, the two fleeing people looked ferocious, as if they hadn't even reacted yet.

Finding himself back in this life-or-death situation, Li Mazi tensed up, his face smiling ingratiatingly, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to escape and save his life.

"Sir, you have a truly skillful method. May I ask how I can be of service to you?"

He spoke very eloquently, not admitting that he had run away, but rather saying that Cai Meier wanted him to serve her, thus giving her plenty of face.

Unfortunately, they encountered a fierce and volatile female dragon who had been cultivating her temper for many years, and whose inner fire had become incredibly raging.

"Once a demonic spirit master, always a demonic spirit master. I'm not going to waste my breath on you. You're not worthy to listen. Die!"

The Demon-Slaying Dragon Soul Spear, like a drawn sword and an arrow released from a bow, hurtled straight towards Li Mazi's face.

The Soul Banner appeared, attempting to block it, but due to the difference in strength and the unique targeting of the Evil-Slaying Spear, the resilient Soul Banner, having lost all the wronged souls, was greatly weakened, like a piece of paper being punctured.

The object that went in was Li Mazi's head.

puff!

With a crisp crack, the head exploded like a watermelon, bursting into red and white spray—fireworks were going off in broad daylight!

Seeing this, Zhou Weizi was terrified, knowing that he would be next in Li Mazi's sight.

The other side clearly doesn't want to hear nonsense and flattery, so I need to approach it from a different angle!

Upon realizing this, Zhou Weizi immediately shouted, putting on a look that said, "I have powerful backers, you can't kill me."

"Kill us, and the Holy Spirit Cult will never let you get away with it!"

Sure enough, Cai Meier paused, her eyes showing a strange expression, as she was about to unleash the Evil-Slaying Dragon Soul Spear again.

Thinking his threat had worked, Zhou Weizi beamed with joy, and the furrowed brows that had unconsciously furrowed with fear smoothed out.

"Yes, yes, the Holy Spirit Cult! Those two Grand Elders there are no pushovers; I've personally witnessed them easily crush a Title Douluo like you with a single blow!"

Zhou Weizi was shouting, but in reality, he had never seen it with his own eyes; he had only heard about it secondhand. Now, in order to increase the deterrent power of the Holy Spirit Cult, he was pulling out a tiger's skin.

"So powerful?"

Cai Meier frowned.

"If you know what's good for you, let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened today, and that's it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an impatient Cai Meier, who looked completely indifferent.

"Since he's that strong, let him go to Shrek Academy and talk to our sect leader!"

The next moment, the Demon-Slaying Dragon Soul Spear opened its massive jaws and tore at the target like a greedy dragon devouring a delicious meal.

Zhou Weizi knew he couldn't escape. In the face of life and death, his eyes turned blood red, his whole body was burning hot, and his blood was like magma.

A bell appeared, its eerie rhythm and tone ringing out, its demonic sound piercing the ears. Everyone else's steps faltered, and their eyes turned bloodshot.

The blood gushed out but did not spill out; instead, it formed a blood shield around Zhou's mole.

It rapidly thinned under the attack of the Evil-Slaying Dragon Soul Spear.

Zhou Weizi knew that this move could only delay the time of death, but he wanted only a short period of time!

The bell rang softly, and the sound suddenly changed.

It is no longer eerie, but rather ethereal and vast, as if calling upon the gods of millions of years ago.

Everyone couldn't help but follow the sound to search for that ancient existence.

Death's heart, which had been reduced to a mere outer layer by Huo Yuhao, began to beat violently upon hearing the bell.

"Since you don't want me to live, then let's die together! Title Douluo, I'll make you watch your disciple be tormented to death by the Death God's corpse poison!"

Zhou Weizi laughed maniacally, and like a conductor wrapping up a performance, he clenched his large hand inward.

puff!

A sound like a fart rang out.

"??"

Zhou Weizi was stunned and looked down.

The secret technique he obtained stated that once the Death Heart was successfully cultivated, it would never be destroyed unless detonated.

After the explosion, the poisonous aura of the Grim Reaper will turn thousands of miles into a deathly silence, and any living being that touches it will have its skin melted and bones turned to dust.

But now it sounds like farting?

Below, Huo Yuhao condensed layers of extreme ice shields. Although the power of Death's Heart had been weakened, it still possessed a strong deterrent effect.

Apart from Huo Yuhao, who possesses the ultimate spiritual martial soul, everyone else was drawn to the sound of the bell and failed to take any precautions.

Although Huo Yuhao wanted to help, he was right next to the most dangerous situation and had no time to spare.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Ouch!!"

"What is this thing!?"

The intense corrosive pain brought everyone back to their senses, and they groaned in agony.

"Damn it!"

Cai Meier was furious, not expecting Zhou Weizi to have this trick up his sleeve.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Dragon Abyss Exorcising Evil!"

The powerful exorcising force blasted the bewildered Zhou Weizi into dust, and Cai Meier hurriedly went down to help her disciples.