In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 76 Death Descends

"Jinlin, don't yell randomly when you come out later. Wait until you're ready to yell, or I'll take away your snacks when we get back."

"I will use my first soul skill to let you use Holy Radiance Cloud. All you need to do is spread the cloud. The quality doesn't matter; just make the scenery of this small mountain blurry."

"Then, I'll do this... and then we'll do this again..."

After secretly giving Jin Lin some instructions through the connection of martial souls.

Wang Zhao gently pressed his raised hand towards the void. As the silver light flashed, an invisible ripple spread out, silent yet oppressive. The shadow cast by the enormous creature suddenly enveloped the mountains.

At that moment, many bandits looked up in confusion, but it was as if a flashbang had been thrown at them. The silver light was so dazzling that they couldn't open their eyes. They subconsciously raised their hands to shield their eyes, and in the end, they could only barely make out that a huge monster had appeared in the sky.

First Soul Skill: Holy Radiance and Auspicious Clouds!

Wang Zhao silently recited the soul incantation.

While it might look cool to say it out loud, sometimes you need to be flexible, like right now.

In an instant, a large area of ​​clouds and mist enveloped the mountains. However, since the area was too large, Wang Zhao did not have the golden scales make the clouds and mist too dense in order to conserve his soul power. He simply made the area covered with a thin mist, making it hazy and indistinct.

While this level of fog might barely obscure a Soul Master, it was more than enough to terrify ordinary mountain bandits.

"Golden Scales, Cry!"

Just then, Wang Zhao's thoughts were transmitted to Jin Lin's mind, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, disappearing into the clouds and mist.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jinlin immediately let out a joyful cry—

"roar!!!"

The terrifying dragon roar shook the heavens and earth, instantly alarming all the soul masters within the mountain stronghold.

Led by a bandit leader with a full beard and a scar near his eye, a dozen or so bandit Soul Masters gathered at the rear.

"Boss, what do we do?"

Some people saw the terrifying dragon body of Jinlin, which appeared and disappeared in the clouds and was full of oppressive power, and they couldn't help but tremble.

"How could a soul beast attack occur here? And such a terrifying soul beast at that..."

The bandit leader did not respond, but instead muttered in surprise.

Soon, someone next to him couldn't help but nudge him again, interrupting his thoughts:

"Big brother, stop overthinking! Fight or run? Make a decision now!"

"beat?"

Before the bandit leader could even speak, someone next to him glared at him.

"Fight my ass! That thing is so big, it could probably take on a Title Douluo! Of course we have to run!"

"If you guys don't run, I'll run first."

As he spoke, he turned around.

Although the man's words sounded exaggerated, they undoubtedly made everyone present even more panicked. Seeing this, some people couldn't help but want to run away as well.

But then, a hothead suddenly spoke up:

"What about the brothers in front?"

"..."

At this moment, all the bandit soul masters looked at him in unison, even their leader who had been silent all along.

"What's wrong?"

Under the strange gazes of the crowd, the naive young man realized that he might have said something wrong.

"Those peasants, no matter what, are still peasants. Let them die if they want. If you don't want to die, follow me and hurry up."

Finally, it was the bandit leader who broke the eerie atmosphere and made the decision.

The dozen or so bandit soul masters naturally acquiesced to this, after all, they were used to living a life of luxury and debauchery in this area, and no one wanted to really die, not even the hothead who had just said the wrong thing.

Just then, a silver beam of energy descended from the sky, knocking the bandit soul masters who had gathered together to the side.

Ignoring their disheveled state, they instinctively looked up and were astonished to see the terrifying giant dragon flying straight towards them.

Not far away, the ordinary bandits were either trapped in the clouds, wandering aimlessly, or had already been trampled to death by the platinum dragon.

"How...how can we run now?"

The bandits were at a loss for what to do.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhao had already quietly infiltrated the mountain stronghold.

Perhaps when I get back this time, I can ask Xiaoxue for advice on the technique of distorting light.

He moved stealthily, thinking to himself.

The reason he infiltrated the mountain stronghold was not because there was anything inside that he coveted, but because he planned to first check if there were any innocent civilians or the like inside, so that he could take them out and make it easier for Jin Lin to unleash his full power.

Otherwise, if he were to treat ordinary people who are not Soul Masters as mere peasants or even ants, slaughtering them indiscriminately and disregarding the preciousness of life, how would he be any different from a future God King who represents a noble power? He would have wasted his time studying in his previous life.

As for the past with the Clear Sky Sect, they were enemies, and there was no room for mercy. Besides, even with those female hammer-wielding people, the Spirit Hall merely arranged marriages for them.

After some searching, this is the scene that Wang Zhao found.

Disheveled...unrecognizable...pale...filthy...ashen-faced...

Not far away.

A machete... hemp rope... bloodstains... greyish meat... pots and pans... neatly arranged... the aroma of meat that smelled like lamb or beef...

"!!!"

Wang Zhao's face paled slightly, and he paused, remaining motionless for a moment.

Yes, he was just making assumptions.

How could ordinary bandits cause trouble that reached the Spirit Hall and even be known to Bibi Dong?

These are a bunch of beasts who look like humans!

After a moment of silence.

Ignoring the horrific sight of the dead, Wang Zhao went to the group of people who were still barely alive. Just as he bent down to help them, he felt his lower back suddenly being wrapped up.

"Give me……"

"..."

Wang Zhao sighed and gently pulled the person behind him away. He didn't feel anything unusual about it, only a sense of sadness.

He slightly raised his hand, emitting pure light-attribute soul power fluctuations, which contained no offensive power, but only made the area a little warmer.

Before long, they gradually regained consciousness, and after Wang Zhao gave a general account of the situation, they all knelt down.

Their lips trembled almost constantly as they uttered broken words of sorrow, pleas, and even resentment.

After saying this, one by one they lost their lives, as if they had been freed.

"..."

Wang Zhao had lost count of how many times he had opened his mouth to speak but remained silent. His gaze finally turned cold, sharper than ever before.

"Golden Scales!"

He suddenly called out, not through the connection of his martial soul, but by shouting it out directly.

"roar!!!"

Outside, the platinum dragon seemed to sense its master's indescribable suppressed emotions and responded with a roar.

Wang Zhao immediately stepped out of the mountain stronghold, meeting the surprised, doubtful, or incredulous gazes of the bandits who were looking back at him, and said:

"Kill them all."

His tone was strangely devoid of any emotion, so calm it was almost frightening.

"Who are you?"

The bandit leader then raised a question.

Wang Zhao glanced at him but did not answer.

The fog on the mountain suddenly thickened.

The sky suddenly turned gray.

The black-robed youth's hood rustled as it was blown back, revealing his loose silver hair.

He took only one step forward and then disappeared into the clouds without a sound.

Death has arrived!

(End of this chapter)