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

Chapter 77 Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in this world!

"Jin Lin, you deal with that Soul Master, leave the rest to me."

"Master, I won't need a few slaps to deal with him now!"

"Just go slowly, you should understand what I mean."

"……roar."

This brief exchange ended in silence.

Wang Zhao moved through the clouds like a ghost, silently chanting in his heart—

Second Soul Skill: Hidden Light!

In an instant, the platinum dragon opened its deep, clear eyes, a strange and eerie green light flashing within its vertical pupils, making it appear both divine and demonic.

At the same time, a bright green light appeared above the bandit leader's head. He noticed it himself, and other bandits around him also saw it. They subconsciously wanted to laugh, but it was inappropriate in this situation.

"roar!"

Immediately, a high-pitched dragon roar accompanied the platinum dragon as it charged straight at the bandit leader. The leader's first reaction was to flee, maneuvering around the terrain. However, after a while, seeing that the dragon was still staring at him intently and had no intention of letting him go, he hardened his heart and prepared to turn around and fight back.

"Third Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Brute Force!"

Suddenly, his muscles bulged, and he was about to throw a punch at the thick dragon arm.

However, the moment he turned around, he was already destined to be caught up by Jin Lin and could no longer maneuver through the familiar terrain.

"roar!"

Jin Lin completely disregarded the bandit leader's small punch, grabbed him with a dragon claw, and carried him straight into the sky, intending to find an open space as a new battlefield.

At this moment, watching the platinum dragon disappear into the distance, the bandit soul masters subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was over and were about to scatter and flee, since this place was not a place to stay for long.

Just then, a slow, unhurried footstep came from behind them. They instinctively turned around and, through the thick fog, saw a silver-haired butcher with blood on his hands, a dripping blade in his hand, and a cold gaze.

"The ordinary bandits have all been dealt with."

"Next..."

"It's your turn now!"

the other side.

"Bang—"

The bandit leader was slammed to the ground by Jin Lin from the sky, but since he was a Soul Master, he was not seriously injured.

"What exactly are you?!"

Then, the bandit leader scrambled to his feet, looked up at the platinum dragon in the sky, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Soul beasts are generally very difficult to tame, right? What's your relationship with that silver-haired guy? If he gave you anything in return, I can give you anything too!"

Upon hearing this, Jinlin subconsciously curled into a ferocious smile, but he was too lazy to waste words with him, after all, he was not worthy to listen. He slightly raised his dragon head, and light energy quickly began to gather in his blood-red maw.

"Damn it... Second Soul Skill, Skyward Kick!"

"roar!"

A streak of silver light pierced the heavens and the earth. Before the bandit leader could even ascend into the sky, he quickly felt dizzy...

At this time, outside the mountain stronghold.

Wang Zhao casually brandished his blade, as if making a nonchalant gesture, while blood blossomed around him.

Even without Jin Lin's help, he could easily deal with these mountain bandit soul masters, since the clouds and mist covering the mountains meant that his "eyes" were everywhere.

In addition, with Sister Dong'er personally teaching him killing techniques for so long, and Jin Lin indirectly gaining superhuman physical strength from consuming the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, so even if he doesn't have any offensive soul skills, so what if the target of his first soul skill isn't there?

Although these bandit soul masters could use soul skills, all their attacks came from the "white rings." The damage they dealt to Wang Zhao was like a tickle. Although Wang Zhao was always very cautious, he wouldn't let them hit him easily.

After casually injuring one person and rendering them unable to move, Wang Zhao suddenly raised an eyebrow.

The energy feedback from the second soul skill has arrived, meaning that Golden Scale's damage has been fully dealt.

He then snapped his fingers.

"Bang!"

On the other side, the bandit leader, who had already suffered from dizziness, nausea, numbness, diarrhea, and pain and was powerless to resist, suddenly emitted a silver light from his body and then exploded.

This is a vicious trick...

His mind was somewhat scattered as he thought about it.

At this moment, how could the bandit leader not understand that the giant dragon was just toying with him and torturing him? Otherwise, with the strength it had just used to grab him, it would have been incredibly easy to crush him.

Therefore, the bandit leader, who had originally intended to use his remaining soul power to resist the damage from the explosion, could not help but give up the fight.

He really didn't want to go through that painful ordeal a second time!

Thus, the bandit leader perished!

"...He got off too easily."

Afterwards, based on the information transmitted back by Jin Lin, Wang Zhao curled his lip.

"Come back, there's a group of people here waiting for you to torment them."

"roar!"

Before long, the platinum dragon reappeared above the mountain stronghold. Below, many corpses lay scattered about, mostly on the outer perimeter, while Wang Zhao stood beside a dozen or so bandit soul masters inside who had lost the ability to resist.

Upon seeing Jin Lin arrive, Wang Zhao casually pointed at the remaining bandits, and a flash of emerald light appeared on one of their heads.

"Second Soul Skill, Eerie Light Lurking."

"Let's take them one by one. We'll finish them off once our soul power is almost depleted."

After saying that, he walked to the side.

"Roar~"

The enormous, ferocious dragon head quickly magnified in the eyes of these mountain bandits.

"you……"

"Don't come any closer!"

……

After a while, everything finally settled down.

The silvery mist gradually dissipated.

Wang Zhao stood on the broad back of the dragon, ascended into the air, and looked down at the ravaged mountain stronghold below.

His gaze was leisurely.

"How is it?"

Before anyone knew it, Die quietly appeared beside Wang Zhao.

"This is your first time killing people, and you've killed so many."

"...Actually, they don't seem to be much different from the Soul-Slaying Beasts."

Wang Zhao shook his head.

Butterfly gave Wang Zhao a slightly strange look.

At this moment, he pointed to the mountain stronghold again and suddenly asked:

"How did the Spirit Hall deal with those people?"

"If there are any survivors, then make proper arrangements for them; if they have died, then inform their relatives and provide compensation."

Die naturally understood that Wang Zhao was referring to the innocent people who were being oppressed, so she said...

"After all, the Spirit Hall is powerful, so it is only natural that it has taken on the important task of protecting the continent. Whether it is to hunt down evil spirit masters or to sweep away villains who are causing trouble in the region, the Spirit Hall will inevitably fail in its duties, and it should be held responsible for it."

"What if, at times, the Spirit Hall itself is the villain who wreaks havoc on the region?"

Wang Zhao suddenly thought of Miles, the character from the original novel, played by Geng Jincheng.

Butterfly then looked at Wang Zhao with a deep gaze.

"That depends on Your Highness, or even on you, Wang Zhao."

"..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly.

Wang Zhao looked up and saw that the sky was still gray, but it was not the kind of natural grayness that comes with an impending downpour.

It's more like...

"boom!"

Suddenly, a large amount of gray air currents seemed to collapse from the sky, filling the area in an instant.

The butterfly beside Wang Zhao sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to take him away, but was blown away by an unknown force.

His eyes widened in surprise, and before he could think of anything, an indescribable, authoritative voice suddenly resounded deep within his mind—

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in this world. I never thought that a trace of my soul would still remain."

(End of this chapter)