Douluo: The Dragon King's Descent of the Gods

Seeing that the bald middle-aged man's appearance was six or seven parts similar to Guanglong, Tang Wulin immediately recognized that this should be Guang Biao, the captain of the East Sea City Mech Brigade mentioned by Xie Xie and Guanglong's older brother.

Behind the mecha squadron, Tang Wulin saw the crowd being evacuated.

"So all the people in the station were transferred here? How was that possible?"

Tang Wulin remembered the uncle who had saved them, and immediately had a definite answer in his heart.

"Why are they here?"

Guanglong was quite surprised to see Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, whom he recognized, among the people who came out.

"You know him?" Guangbiao looked at his younger brother curiously.

"Yes," Guanglong nodded. "Brother, one of those two kids is the Xie family's son, and the other is the genius soul master whose spirit is Blue Silver Grass that I mentioned to you."

After hearing his younger brother's words, Guangbiao became even more curious.

Neither the heir of the Xie family nor the nine-year-old Blue Silver Grass Great Soul Master could possibly attract a Title Douluo-level evil soul master.

Therefore, the key to the appearance of evil spirit masters this time lies with those two adults. But they both seem to be ordinary people from common backgrounds. What could they possibly have that would make an evil spirit master of the title Douluo level attack them?

Inside the makeshift open tent, Tang Ziran, Lang Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie sat in chairs while Nanali personally took their statements and questioned them.

Of the four, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were only nine years old, so the adults who needed to give statements were Tang Ziran and Lang Yue.

Nanali used her personal soul-guided equipment to register their fingerprints, and the corresponding information was immediately displayed on the soul-guided screen.

Tang Ziran... Mecha Maker at the Research Institute... Lang Yue... Pharmacist at the Research Institute...

Nanali glanced at the message and then looked at the ordinary brand clothes that Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were wearing. They were very clean, but the colors were a little faded.

It seems they had some unavoidable difficulties and had to hide their identities. But what exactly did this couple research that made the Evil Spirit Cult send out evil spirit masters at the level of the Dark Four Heavenly Kings to capture them personally?

Nunnally's curiosity was piqued, and she began her routine questioning.

Outside the convertible, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, having finished their brief statement, looked into the distance. They saw two dark figures on the horizon that were growing larger and larger in their eyes. Gradually, they could make out the faces of the figures.

"Teacher Wu! Teacher Long! What brings you here?"

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were shocked. They never expected that Teacher Wu and Teacher Long were actually legendary Battle Armor Masters!

Teacher Long is a Soul Saint, which they had already witnessed during actual combat training. However, they did not expect that Teacher Wu is actually a Soul Douluo, with eight pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings surrounding her body, creating a visually stunning impact.

Of course, the most impressive thing was the magnificent battle armor worn by the two teachers. Teacher Wu's battle armor was the most magnificent, with a grand sky blue color; Teacher Long's battle armor was less magnificent, with a noble white gold color.

"Are you alright?" Wu Changkong and Long Bing rushed forward immediately after landing and asked with concern.

"We rushed here as soon as we received the news. Thankfully, you are all safe."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie are students of Donghai Academy, so the list of those notified naturally includes Donghai Academy. The Xie family also received the notification, but the Xie family head's travel speed was not as fast as Wu Changkong and Long Bing's, and he is still on his way in his mecha.

"I'm sorry to have worried the academy and teachers." Tang Wulin finished speaking politely, then looked at Teacher Long's face, suddenly remembered something, and asked:

"Teacher Long, the person who saved us was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He looks somewhat like you. Could you two be related?"

Upon hearing this, Long Bing paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Wu Lin, the man you're talking about isn't named Long Yuheng, is he?"

Seeing Tang Wulin and Xie Xie nod in unison, she continued:

"He is my father, the title Wind Shadow, a powerful titled Douluo who serves as the Minister of the Supervision Department of the Spirit Pagoda. I think my father came to Donghai City to visit me and happened to encounter the matter of the evil soul master, so he stepped in to save you."

"But... teacher, your martial spirits..."

"The martial souls are different, right?" Long Bing patiently explained, "My father's martial soul is a hummingbird, and my mother's martial soul is a light prism ice mirror. I inherited my mother's martial soul."

The martial spirits of his parents... Tang Wulin was startled.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know what his parents' martial souls were. His parents had never mentioned their martial souls, and he had never asked them about it.

"So, is it Dad's spirit that's Blue Silver Grass, or Mom's spirit? And did I inherit Dad's or Mom's Blue Silver Grass spirit?"

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"It's a fake!"

Long Yuheng frowned as he looked at the dead dark gold bat corpse in front of him.

The Dark Earl was not as fast as him, but with the special soul skill of the Dark Gold Nine-Headed Bat, he split himself into nine, and the nine Dark Gold Bats, each with a head, fled in nine different directions.

He couldn't be sure whether one of the nine dark gold bats was the real one and the other eight were fakes; or whether all nine were fakes and the real one could switch between the nine fakes at will.

Meanwhile, on the shore, the Dark Earl stared coldly at the burly, middle-aged man in a pure white robe. His strong muscles stretched the robe taut, revealing him to be Cardinal Turtle of the St. East Sea Church.

"Dark Earl, I've long admired you."

A serene smile graced the hawksbill turtle's face.

He took a step forward, and a divine radiance seemed to descend from heaven, showering him like fluttering flower petals. A blurry, illusory figure slowly formed behind him, with a halo rotating behind his head, like a living god descending to earth.

"A divine manifestation! How is this possible!"

The Dark Earl had never been so out of control; his blood-red eyes trembled violently as he could not believe what he was seeing.

Only by cultivating the Great Bright Heavenly Nerve to the ninth peak can one condense the Heavenly God Dharma Form. And the prerequisite for reaching the ninth peak is that the cultivator's own realm must reach the Limit Douluo level!

"Tortoiseshell, you hid it so well!"

"Everyone believes that the Tortoiseshell Douluo, one of the twenty-four cardinal bishops of the Holy Spirit Cult, is a level 96 Title Douluo. Who would have thought that your true cultivation level is actually Limit Douluo!"

"You flatter me, Earl," Tortoiseshell said calmly.

"I am only here by imperial decree to suppress you. Please surrender and do not resist."

After saying that, he formed a hand seal, and the celestial dharma image behind him made the same movement. Space began to distort, and the azure sea behind him seemed to turn into a sea of ​​light, with a tsunami crashing down like a tidal wave.

All that remained in the Dark Earl's eyes was pure white light; his tiny body vanished with a gentle tap from the endless ocean of light.

This is the ultimate mystery of the Great Brightness Heavenly Nerve – Boundless Great Light!