Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

A black robe was drawn to Zhang Peng, and a large section of his chest was torn open.

Blood flowed down his shoulder, dripping from his sleeve and staining a large patch of lawn.

"A level 91 guy dares to covet me? He's simply overestimating himself."

Zhang Peng kicked out, and the mangled, seemingly enormous corpse beneath his feet rolled seven or eight times on the ground before flying more than ten meters away.

"Whoosh—"

Zhang Peng gasped for breath and took a few steps back from the bloodstains.

He plopped down on the ground.

"I despise this guy. Why did he come to the Star Luo Empire? Only the Sect Leader and Wu Yun knew that I came to Star Luo."

Zhang Peng was completely baffled.

She used the Golden Cicada Escape Technique twice, one of which was to avoid Shrek Yan Shaozhe and prevent a conflict with him.

Including the battle with the two Title Douluos from Xingluo, he had less than 20% of his soul power left. Quickly restoring his soul power transfer ability was the top priority.

Zhang Peng closed his eyes and meditated, as a faint aura of heaven and earth gathered towards his body.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed.

He stood up abruptly, his cold gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

An inexplicable sense of crisis made Zhang Peng tense for a moment.

"Who's there? Come out."

The sound of footsteps "tap tap tap" rang out.

Zhang Peng stared intently at the giant tree thirty meters away.

There stood a beautiful white-haired figure, her soul power surging powerfully, causing even Zhang Peng, a level 96 cultivator, to feel a slight tremor in his heart.

White hair, green clothes, and a familiar face.

"Wang Xian'er!"

Zhang Peng's dark pupils suddenly dilated, and his voice became shrill at that moment.

The silhouette behind Wang Xian'er resembles that of a healing angel, brimming with life, but its wings have long been stained a deep purplish-black.

The most terrifying thing was the terrifying aura emanating from the martial spirit, along with Wang Xian'er herself.

"Level 97 Title Douluo".

They led Wang Xian'er astray, and now she's broken through. Is there anything more absurd than this?

Now, Wang Xian'er no longer gives him the feeling of a pure healing soul master.

The aura of death almost spread out, and it seemed that every move he made possessed the abilities of a Soul Master.

If he were at his peak, Zhang Peng would still be confident that he could give it his all and fight for a chance to survive.

But now his soul power is less than 20%, which is not enough to deal with a level 97 battle soul master who looks to be in near-peak condition.

Even if Zhang Peng boasts of his formidable strength, he can't possibly win if he fights headfirst.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Zhang Peng's voice was bitter.

"Young man, thanks to you, I have no choice but to leave the Star Luo Empire."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng, whether mocking or resigned to his fate, forced a smile: "Then congratulations to Senior Wang on regaining his freedom, and on further improving his strength."

"snort!"

Wang Xian'er remained indifferent.

The next moment, the figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhang Peng's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously tried to channel his soul power, but his breathing became labored at that moment.

Wang Xian'er grabbed Zhang Peng by the neck with one hand and gently lifted him up.

"Trying to outrun an Angelic Martial Soul? Don't you think you're overestimating yourself?"

"Cough cough~" Zhang Peng coughed twice, managing to force out a sound, "You should thank me for gaining this kind of strength, shouldn't you?"

His own soul power was abruptly interrupted by Wang Xian'er's death-attribute soul power, and that immense energy was undoubtedly level 97.

"You little brat who only knows how to talk." Wang Xian'er casually tossed him aside, and Zhang Peng landed several meters away.

"It's not me who wants to see you, it's someone else who wants to see you."

"See me?" Zhang Peng coughed again, reaching up to clear his trachea and catch his breath.

"Who has the ability to invite a level 97 Title Douluo like you? Also, your personality doesn't seem to have been affected much by the Martial Soul mutation."

As one of the six honorees of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhang Peng often shirked his duties, but he knew quite a bit about the situation of fallen martial souls, and the personality of evil soul masters who had fallen martial souls had the greatest impact.

The Wang Xian'er before him, whose aura of life and death seemed to have little impact.

"It is I, Lord Zhang Peng."

The sudden sound interrupted Zhang Peng's thoughts, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

A girl with purple hair and a purple dress was already standing beside Wang Xian'er.

"When?!"

Zhang Peng was startled; clearly, the way the girl appeared without his perception was quite unexpected.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Xia Die."

"I'm sure you've heard others address me that way before."

Zhang Peng scrutinized Xia Die from head to toe, as if he had seen some priceless treasure.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I see, I see!"

"The ultimate death realm of Senior Wang and Huang Jinxu all originated from you."

Even the most unbelievable things, once you eliminate all the impossibilities, will eventually become the truth, no matter how unwilling you are to believe it.

Indeed, the level nine soul tool shielded them from the outside world, but as a result, Huang Jinxu and Wang Xian'er gained two additional domains with extreme attributes.

Wang Xian'er can be disregarded, but Huang Jinxu clearly cannot have a domain with extreme death attributes.

Thinking back to how much Wang Xian'er valued Xia Die during the battle within the barrier.

That kind of respect is not out of respect for elders towards juniors, but rather as a regard for a peer.

I found it strange at the time, but I didn't think much of it. Now everything is clear.

Zhang Peng's gaze swept back and forth between Wang Xian'er and Xia Die.

"It's you, it's definitely you."

"The fact that Senior Wang was able to break through to level 97, and that her personality was almost completely unaffected, is something that only someone who can use the Ultimate Death Domain to perfection can do."

"It's you, Xia Die." Zhang Peng said decisively, without any hint of disdain in his tone.

"Your Excellency is very intelligent." Xia Die stood quietly, her voice calm.

As soon as the words were spoken, a ring of energy radiated outwards from the butterfly itself.

The lawn began to change, and clusters of blue and purple flowers appeared.

Gradually, it formed fields of flowers.

Ten meters...twenty meters, until it finally stopped at fifty meters.

At the same time, on Xia Die's body.

A purple halo rose from beneath my feet, silently encircling me.

"A thousand-year soul ring." Zhang Peng was slightly surprised, but the next moment, his voice suddenly went blank.

A splash of crimson stains the sea of ​​flowers, and the blue-purple flower field is entwined with an eerie red.

That deep red color, with two rings of gold patterns on the red spirit ring, looked like an inconspicuous decoration on the spirit ring.

"A 100,000-year soul ring?"

"No, wait, that's not right." Zhang Peng realized in astonishment, "This is a ferocious beast spirit ring!?"

Every additional 100,000 years, a 100,000-year soul ring will develop additional golden patterns resembling engraved inscriptions.

Over the past ten thousand years, some people have obtained soul rings from ferocious beasts, and it was only then that they noticed this point and made a summary.

"How...how is this possible!" Zhang Peng muttered as if he had lost his mind.

A mere second-ring Grand Soul Master possesses a soul ring from a ferocious beast that is at least 200,000 years old.

A ferocious beast sacrifice?

Stop talking nonsense, how arrogant are ferocious beasts?

They're not like those transformed soul beasts who've been tricked and lost their way. Getting a ferocious beast to sacrifice itself is countless times more difficult than killing it.

Zhang Peng's thousand words culminated in a trembling voice: "How did you do that?"