Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

With long, blue-pink hair like Wang Dong's and an exquisite face, she made all the women present pale in comparison.

Her eyes did not linger on anything in the mortal world; they danced gracefully with tricolor butterfly wings amidst the icy mist.

The worldly desires had already arrived, but just as they were about to reach her, they were stopped by the goddess's swirling dance and split into several small balls.

And so, with no hint of offensiveness in the martial soul fusion skill, a stunning goddess danced her solo dance in the air.

The worldly attachments were thus resolved, or rather, the goddess seemed completely indifferent to everything and every attack in the world, because none of them could get close to her!

Zhang Mo stared intently at the goddess's forehead, a terrible plan brewing in his mind. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until the moment the Martial Soul Fusion Technique ended.

The Goddess of Light's solo dance in the ice mist slowly came to an end. Suddenly, the ice mist enveloped the Goddess of Light's figure, and when the ice mist dissipated, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were revealed.

The two men were pale-faced and were barely able to stand on the field, supporting each other.

Their spiritual and soul power had been completely exhausted, leaving them with almost no fighting ability.

The Hongchen siblings are suffering a huge backlash because their Martial Soul Fusion Technique was defeated head-on, and their mouths and noses are covered in blood.

Ma Rulong was also deeply captivated by the figure of the Goddess of Light just now, and only now did he come to his senses.

Hongchen and his sister were struggling to get up, while Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were almost powerless to fight.

So I...

"Alright, Ma Rulong. Your mission is over."

The sound sent a chill down Ma Rulong's spine. The girl of light had been so stunning that he had forgotten Zhang Mo, who was standing not far from him.

Zhang Mo was emitting wisps of black smoke, making him look like a bad person.

Ma Rulong wanted to buy some time for Hongchen and his sister to recover, but he himself was already at his limit.

Three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple, began to glow behind Zhang Mo.

The mirror of the Rakshasa Mirror slowly peeled off from the Rakshasa Mirror.

"Bang!"

The mirror of the Rakshasa shattered into several sharp-edged blades.

It was the fourth soul skill, Rakshasa, mutated, with a mirror blade attack!

The mirror blades all turned around, pointing their sharpest edges at Ma Rulong, and then fired in unison.

Ma Rulong staggered backward, but his weak body was no match for those mirror blades.

The mirror blade quickly enveloped Ma Rulong's body.

The first soul skill is Rakshasa Mutation, Rakshasa Curse.

The second soul skill, Rakshasa Mutation, is the Rakshasa Death Ray.

The mirror blades attacked Ma Rulong's body, leaving wounds on him, before turning around and spewing Rakshasa Death Rays.

Under the enhancement of its first soul skill, Rakshasa Curse, after mutation, each attack from the Rakshasa Mirror will inflict random negative effects, such as poisoning, fear, coma, and mental shock.

The effect is small and the duration is short, but the Rakshasa Mirror has a high attack speed!

All that could be heard was Ma Rulong's screams, and blood splattered into the air.

The bloody scene was a complete contrast to the stunning goddess from just moments before, a stark change in style.

In just a few breaths, Ma Rulong could no longer hold on, and with a thud, his tall body slowly collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Mo slowly walked up to him, bent down and picked up the Sword of Judgment.

Zhang Mo tried to control the corners of his mouth from turning up, but he was so overjoyed that a wry smile appeared on his face.

Finally! I finally got it!

I no longer need the mirror sword as my weapon; finally, I have a handy weapon!

【Beep beep!】

[A weapon suitable for fusing the Rakshasa Scythe fragment has been detected. Would you like to fuse it now?]

The system's voice rang in Zhang Mo's mind after a long absence.

Zhang Mo was stunned. How long had it been since he heard the system's voice? He had thought the system had abandoned him.

He raised the Sword of Judgment, examining it closely, while repeatedly recalling the system's words.

Can the Sword of Judgment fuse with fragments of the Rakshasa Scythe?

I want this Sword of Judgment because its two sides perfectly match my abilities. If I were to fuse it with fragments of the Rakshasa Scythe, wouldn't that amplify the power of the dark side?

I have nowhere to find fragments of the Angelic Holy Sword that Qian Renxue used back then. You know, even the fragments of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe were given to me by the system.

[It's alright. The Rakshasa Scythe has lost its original power of law, retaining only a portion of its pure divine artifact essence. This is perfect for strengthening the Sword of Judgment, elevating it to quasi-divine artifact level.]

Near-divine artifact!

If the Sword of Judgment can be upgraded to the level of a quasi-divine weapon, then one can use the Sword of Judgment as one's weapon in the future without having to consider replacing it or finding other suitable weapons.

Let's merge them later; it would be hard to explain if this caused too much of a commotion.

Xiao Hongchen stared blankly at Zhang Mo holding the Sword of Judgment, mistakenly thinking that Zhang Mo wanted to use the Sword of Judgment that Ma Rulong had just used by sacrificing his life and talent.

"Zhang Mo, this is an eighth-level soul tool, not something you can just pick up and use."

How to put it? One can only say that he truly lives up to his name, Xiao Hongchen. Even with bloodstains all over his mouth and nose and his whole body trembling uncontrollably, he still manages to show a carefree smile and mock Zhang Mo.

But in fact, Zhang Mo had been communicating with the system the whole time, which is why he stood there motionless.

Hearing Xiao Hongchen's annoying voice brought Zhang Mo back to his senses.

But Zhang Mo did not respond to Xiao Hongchen immediately; he secretly activated a wisp of the power of reincarnation within his body.

Wang Dong was right behind him, and he was afraid of waking his god-king father, so this trace of reincarnation power was really very weak.

But the sword of judgment still responded to this power.

Black and white flame-like energy ignited on both sides of the sword.

"This, how is this possible?" Xiao Hongchen couldn't believe what he was seeing. This completely contradicted all the knowledge he had learned about second-generation soul tools.

How could a Soul Master possibly use an eighth-level Soul Tool?

Zhang Mo ignored the man, Xiao Hongchen, who was acting strangely and making a fuss all by himself.

He flipped the sword of judgment in his hand, and with the broad blade he used to play ball, he slapped Ma Rulong, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, out of bounds.

Ignoring the curses of Xiao Hongchen on the ground and the shock in Meng Hongchen's eyes, he struck again!

Alright, Zhang Mo hit a perfect home run! He swatted Meng Hongchen out of bounds like a ball.

Seeing Ma Rulong and his sister being thrown off the field in such an humiliating manner by the heartless Zhang Mo, Xiao Hongchen shouted indignantly, "Zhang Mo! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Do you dare to use fair and square means to get me kicked off the field?!"

"Heh." Zhang Mo slung the Sword of Judgment over his shoulder. "Xiao Hongchen, do you remember what I said to you on the hotel rooftop back then?"

"What?"

"Laughing at the world, shine my shoes!"