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

Chapter 90 Internal Strife within the Holy Spirit Cult?

"Are you alright?"

Wang Xian'er looked worried; she was more concerned about Xia Die's condition than Zhang Peng's.

Putting aside everything else, the moment when Xia Die opened her eyes and made eye contact with her.

Wang Xian'er felt herself being pulled into something deeper than death, something called "destruction".

Her blood and soul seemed to freeze.

Although it was only for a moment, Wang Xian'er's back was already soaked.

"I'm fine." Xia Die shook her head. "When I broke through, I resonated with the Netherworld Butterfly and vaguely sensed Zhang Peng's situation, which seemed to be very bad."

"What's wrong with him?" Wang Xian'er asked.

"He must have been discovered doing something, and now he's being hunted down for betraying the Holy Spirit Cult."

"We don't think we made him do anything!" Wang Xian'er fell into deep thought.

"I don't know." Xia Die sighed softly. "He hasn't contacted me. I don't know the real situation. It seems like he's having some mental problems."

"How about we try contacting them?" Wang Xian'er asked tentatively.

"What if you get distracted and someone kills you?" Xia Die rejected Wang Xian'er's suggestion.

The Netherworld Butterfly was placed by Xia Die with Zhang Peng for communication. It needs Zhang Peng's soul power to maintain its existence, and it will disappear once the Netherworld Butterfly's soul power is exhausted.

Unlike the usual ghost butterflies, it only serves a communication function and cannot be used as an anchor point to open up space.

Xia Die stood up, looked out the window through the night, and after a moment of silence, said, "Elder Wang, please prepare, we're going to the Demon Forest."

Wang Xian'er was stunned. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Xia Die's serious expression, she finally nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Deep within the Demon Forest, it is shrouded in gray-black mist year-round.

The towering ancient trees twisted like ghostly claws, and the stench of decay permeated the heavens and earth.

The disheveled figure moved with lightning speed, its footsteps crunching on the ground covered with withered branches.

"Hehehe~"

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"Zhang Peng, why don't you obediently surrender and await the judgment of the leader and vice leader?"

"Otherwise, you will face certain death."

A chilling voice rolled in, but Zhang Peng ignored the eerie laughter of the black mist behind him.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Zhang Peng ignored it and fled towards the outer edge of the Demon Forest.

A single sentence drifted away and remained in place.

"Dark Cloud, your smile is so chilling. You're becoming more and more like those gloomy rats. It seems like it would be better to sew your mouth shut."

"Sixth Soul Skill: Scorpion Tail Sting"

As Zhang Peng's voice fell, the dark light condensed in the air, transforming into countless shimmering needles.

Dense needles blocked all the positions of the pursuing dark clouds.

"Hmph! Stubborn to the end."

Wu Yun snorted coldly, and the black mist flowing through his body materialized.

Sixth Soul Skill - Darkening

The dark clouds shrouded in black mist slowed their movement.

The needles that pierced the black mist had little effect, as they were blocked by the black mist barrier.

"Hehehe~ I was still a little afraid of you when you were at your peak, but now, you're soft and cute too."

The dark clouds accelerated again, getting closer and closer to Zhang Peng's position.

Zhang Peng's pale face was almost bloodless. He had clearly gone to find Senior Long to ask him to vouch for Xia Die and Wang Xian'er's identities.

Unexpectedly, Senior Dragon was not there, and we don't know where he went. Instead, we were attacked on our way back.

If it were just an ordinary person, it wouldn't be so bad, but the person who attacked him was Zhong Liwu's wife, Feng Ling, the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Moreover, it seemed that the dark clouds were reporting something to her at the time.

One was at the peak level of 97, and the other was at level 95. The moment they saw him, they charged at him.

Caught off guard, he was severely injured by the woman's mental power. Without a doubt, it was because Wang Xian'er and Xia Die's affair had been exposed.

Otherwise, the dignified deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Cult would not need to launch a mental attack before even saying anything, and would try to subdue himself first.

The Holy Spirit Cult has already made its move, so he can only try to leave. He did consider asking Xia Die and Wang Xian'er for help, but that wouldn't solve his immediate problem.

The Netherworld Butterfly on his arm wasn't the same kind that the Mysterious Butterfly had used to open the portal.

It only has basic communication functions and needs to be maintained with one's own soul power, otherwise it will dissipate.

When using it, one must concentrate one's mental energy. He feels like his brain is about to explode, and he suspects that there is a deficiency in his soul or martial spirit origin. Even concentrating his mind causes him a splitting headache.

"Too slow."

Black flames fell from the clouds, and Zhang Peng's expression changed drastically upon sensing their presence.

"Boom!"

The vegetation was uprooted, pebbles flew everywhere, and smoke swirled around.

Scorching heatwaves rolled in, and black flames spread out, engulfing the surrounding vegetation.

A gust of wind swept away the dust, revealing a graceful figure. The woman had short, silver-gray hair with purple tinges, and a black veil hood covered her upper face. Her body was clad in black, making her appear even more exquisite. Yet, she exuded a cool and indifferent aura.

"The Evil Phoenix Douluo Feng Ling".

Zhang Peng's body tensed up, as if every cell in his body was reminding him of the impending extreme crisis.

"I have verified your information, and it is indeed as Wu Yun said."

"Zhang Peng, a traitor to the Holy Church, die!"

"betray?"

Zhang Peng scoffed, "Vice Leader, have you forgotten what we, the honored ones, are called?"

"guest."

"This was decided by the cult leader himself."

"I was invited by the leader Zhongli Wu as a guest, or rather, as a worshipper."

"If I'm not satisfied with this place, I have the right to leave."

Zhang Peng paused, his gaze shifting slightly to Wu Yun.

"Compared to my minor problem, the assassination attempt on me by someone sent by the Abomination Douluo when I was carrying out a mission for the sect leader is probably much more serious!"

"What do you say, Your Majesty, Evil Phoenix?"

Seeing Zhang Peng's artillery fire focused on them, Wu Yun's expression changed, and he shouted, "Zhang Peng, you're about to die and you still want to use clever words and sophistry!"

"The fact that the Hateful Douluo wants to kill you shows that you're unpopular. What does that have to do with me, Wu Yun? He did ask me about your location, but that's all."

"Apart from that, I know nothing."

"Hehe." Zhang Peng shook his head. "Words are useless; let's see who's the real deal."

"Seventh Soul Skill - Scorpion Tiger True Form"

Black soul power surged from Zhang Peng's body, and the pressure of a Super Douluo was unabashedly released outwards.

The immense soul power condensed and took shape, transforming into a giant tiger five or six meters tall with black stripes.

Then, the enormous tiger claws rose and slammed down fiercely towards the dark clouds.

The sound of the wind cutting through the air created bursts of sonic booms.

"Seventh Soul Skill—" Upon seeing this, Wu Yun was about to unleash his Martial Soul True Form.

"Ninth Soul Skill - The Sun of the Evil Phoenix"

A phoenix's cry suddenly rang out, its resounding sound echoing in the air.

The dark purple flames formed a phantom of a phoenix, rushing straight towards Zhang Peng's true martial spirit body.

There was no terrifying explosion; the evil phoenix seemed to pass right through it, with all its power acting on Zhang Peng's body.

As his Martial Soul True Body shattered layer by layer, Zhang Peng crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Feng Ling slowly descended from the air to the ground, stood in front of Zhang Peng, and looked down at him, saying, "I will accept your martial spirit origin."