Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 310 312313. Spare your life? No way! I can't sleep at night if you don't die!

Hu Mei's captivating eyes, filled with a clear yet foolish allure, left Zhong Liwu speechless with bitterness!

If he wanted to teach her a lesson, he had to consider whether those two old fogies, Soul Slayer Douluo and Soul Extinction Douluo, would get angry.

But soon, Zhongli Wu found another point that could be used to trigger his attack, and once again seized the opportunity to make his move:

"Putting aside the facts, you are the successor of the Supreme Master of the Dao, how can you just marry yourself off like that?"

"Oh dear, what elder in the world doesn't love their juniors! My grandmother told me long ago that life is very short, so live it however you want! Spend it with whomever you want! She absolutely supports me!"

Not to be outdone, Qian Lingyun, leveraging her special relationship with Ye Xishui, not only refuted Zhong Liwu's claim but also delivered a sarcastic remark:

"Master, someone like you who doesn't have children probably doesn't understand this kind of touching family affection!"

"You...you..." Zhong Liwu couldn't take it anymore. He pointed at Qian Lingyun but couldn't say a word for a long time.

He now understood that this whole situation was orchestrated by Qian Lingyun specifically for him! She wanted to embarrass him at this elders' meeting, thereby undermining his authority and preparing to seize power from him.

You little bitch, you're ruthless! Without me even noticing, you've poached two of my elders!

Zhongli Wu gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, and forced a fake smile before unreasonably questioning:

"Since the Holy Maiden understands love so well, why don't you tell me about the Holy Spirit Church and marriage? Which would you choose?"

"Only children make choices, I want them all!" Qian Lingyun braced herself on the table, pressing her weight down on her upper body, and let out a defiant sneer.

"Instead of asking me which one to choose, why don't you look at my first proposal on the table?"

As she spoke, Qian Lingyun ignored Zhong Liwu's convulsing expression, leisurely sat back in her chair, picked up the fragrant tea beside her, and drank it all in one gulp.

Ma Xiaotao, who seemed to thrive on chaos, gave Qian Lingyun a thumbs-up and exclaimed in admiration:

"Wow, you're going to be on par with a Super Douluo! From now on, I'll follow you!"

As he opened the document, Zhongli Wu's old face grew even more gloomy. He hadn't even finished reading that page before his face turned as red as a tomato with anger.

"Very well! Very well indeed! You've been a member of the sect for less than two years, and you, a saintess, dare to propose removing me from my position as sect leader!"

Zhongli Wu tore the document in front of him to shreds, slammed it heavily on the table, and hissed, "Considering you're only fourteen years old, I'll give you a pat on the back! Impressive! But this crime of treason is unforgivable!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely preserve your martial spirit and talent, so that you can stay in the Holy Spirit Cult 'well' and 'wholeheartedly'!"

As he spoke, Zhongli Wu's gloomy face gradually turned cold, and a sinister killing intent flickered in his eyes.

Now that things have come to this, the only way to make up for the lost prestige is to capture Qian Lingyun and intimidate the other disloyal elders and retainers.

Qian Lingyun raised her eyes defiantly with a forced smile, while Zhong Liwu looked up at her with burning eyes.

Beyond the coldness in his eyes lay a hysterical madness; Zhong Liwu's madness was like a sharp knife piercing Qian Lingyun's chest.

"Old man, let me tell you the truth! Do you really think this Holy Spirit Cult is still yours?"

Qian Lingyun casually put her legs on the table and lay on her side on the armrest, confronting Zhongli Wu.

"Oh! Then I'll see if I'm really in charge of this Holy Spirit Cult!"

A long roar suddenly burst forth from Zhongli Wu's mouth, a sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, and rings of soul rings slowly rose from beneath Zhongli Wu's feet.

A powerful aura continuously rose and erupted. Zhongli Wu's soul rings were only of two colors: black and red.

While the color of a spirit ring doesn't represent everything, it is a symbol of strength for a spirit master.

Moreover, Zhongli Wu is also an evil soul master, a super douluo of evil soul masters.

The brilliance lies precisely in the word "evil" in the name of Zhongliwu.

As long as someone is an evil soul master, even the number one evil soul master on the Douluo Continent, Ye Xishui, who is at the Limit Douluo realm, will have her cultivation suppressed by one level when she encounters Qian Lingyun.

Not to mention Zhongli Wu, who is at level 98!

In Qian Lingyun's opinion, Zhongli Wu, who was forcibly suppressed to level 97, couldn't possibly be more difficult to deal with than the Sea Princess!

As the sixth most powerful woman in the Holy Spirit Cult, she would never engage in a one-on-one fight with someone who was clearly stronger than her.

"My esteemed guests! Is there any need for you to continue this pretense?"

"Rakshasa Domain!"

After releasing the Rakshasa Domain to suppress Zhongli Wu and the other elders, Qian Lingyun forcefully threw the teacup on the table to the ground, staging a signal by smashing the cup.

A shot from a pool table!

The pristine white teacup shattered on the ground, and the vibrant green tea leaves were scattered everywhere.

With things brought to this point, all the worshippers present no longer concealed their stance and stood up one after another, demonstrating their position through their actions.

Not only the worshippers in the Hall of Worship, but also Mei Douluo from the Elders' Seat, Zhang Lexuan from the Saintess Seat, and Ma Xiaotao were all standing.

This abrupt scene contrasted sharply with the calm and composed elders standing nearby.

It's true that the elders are quite loyal to Zhongli Wu, but they're not idiots either.

The Hall of Offerings not only has more people, but their strength is also generally higher than that of the Elders' Seats. If a fight really breaks out, it will definitely be one against two for our side.

At times like these, it's more practical to keep a low profile and play the fool. After all... discretion is the better part of valor!

Looking cautiously at the Hall of Offerings, which held an absolute advantage, Nangong Wan's own thoughts began to stir.

The overwhelming aura of the offering hall instantly diluted the soul power pressure brought by Zhongli Wu. Zhongli Wu stared in disbelief at the dozen or so offerings standing in neat rows, and was stunned on the spot.

These worshippers were all unruly individuals. Even after being the leader for so many years, he could only give orders to these guys most of the time by relying on Ye Xishui's prestige.

If the orders are unreasonable or too troublesome, those old guys like Heavenly Punishment, Soul Slayer, Soul Destroyer, and Nether Mist will even give you a sour look and ignore you.

Qian Lingyun is just a young girl who hasn't even grown up yet, and she's only been in the sect for less than two years. What makes her so capable of accomplishing something that even he couldn't do?!

"you…"

Zhongli Wu took a few steps back, pointing at the group of worshippers who were wearing malicious smiles, and couldn't help but question them: "The Holy Spirit Cult and I have treated you well! Why are you treating me like this?!"

"The Holy Spirit Cult is good to us because of the Holy Spirit Cult, and we joined the Holy Spirit Cult because of the Supreme Leader. You don't really think we joined the Holy Spirit Cult because we support you, do you?"

Yuma smiled at Zhongli Wu, pointed at Qian Lingyun, and said sarcastically, "Now, let's see who's in charge?"

"She's just a Soul Saint, how is she stronger than me?!" Zhongli Wu slammed his fist on the table and roared hysterically.

"Who told you she's a Soul Saint?"

Just then, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out.

Zhongli Wu felt that everything around him had changed. The meeting hall, which had been in chaos due to the clash of soul forces, suddenly fell silent, and the silence was eerily quiet.

Moreover, at the same time that voice came, an indescribable sense of oppression and suffocation enveloped the entire conference hall.

Zhongli Wu, whose strength was severely suppressed, stood there motionless as if frozen in place. He was completely stunned.

Even he, who was always unruly, had beads of sweat appearing on his forehead in just a few breaths.

clack, clack...

The monotonous sound of footsteps suddenly rang out.

For a moment, the air fell silent as if all other sounds had vanished, save for the sound of footsteps—the approaching footsteps of a woman in high heels.

A woman in a purple-gold dress appeared at the door and walked towards the conference table.

This person seemed to have blue-purple ripples on her body, and even with Zhongli Wu's strength, it was difficult for him to see anything clearly about her.

This terrifying power, which he could not resist at all, he had only felt in his mother Ye Xishui, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, and the Evil Eye Tyrant, the true master of the Demon Forest.

This also means that this mysterious and powerful woman is a Limit Douluo who has never appeared in the world before.

Gurgle—

He subconsciously swallowed, looking in astonishment as the mysterious powerhouse stood beside Qian Lingyun.

At this moment, he finally understood why Qian Lingyun dared to directly challenge him, and even force him to resign!

It turns out that she somehow managed to get close to the Limit Douluo.

This is troublesome!

Of the two original Limit Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult, Long Xiaoyao would not help him, and Ye Xishui also favored Qian Lingyun, her adopted granddaughter.

If another peerless expert were to join forces with Qian Lingyun, I'm afraid Zhongli Wu would never be able to reclaim the Holy Spirit Sect of his Zhongli family in this lifetime!

"May I ask your honorable name, senior?" Zhongli Wu cupped his hands and tentatively inquired about the Demon Queen's origins.

"You're not worthy to know!" The Demon Queen rolled her eyes in annoyance, patted Qian Lingyun's shoulder, and gestured to the crowd, "I think she can be your leader, what do you say!"

"Hmm, I think... the Holy Maiden is still too young, perhaps..."

Before the Grand Elder could finish speaking, the Demon Queen shoved him, chair and all, to the ground, hissing, "Insolence! Do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

Next, the pressure fell on Nangong Wan…

"I think it's not unreasonable for the Holy Maiden to succeed as the leader of the sect ahead of time, given her youthful talent." Nangong Wan looked at the half-dead Grand Elder beside him, swallowed hard, and spoke in complete agreement with the Demon Queen.

The other elders, whose strength was not as great as the Grand Elder, followed suit obsequiously when someone took the lead.

There's no way to defeat them, even if you tie them together, they still wouldn't be a match for the Limit Douluo!

Rather than making meaningless sacrifices, it's better to endure hardship and take things slowly...

"Senior, I voluntarily relinquish my position as leader today! How about letting the Holy Maiden become the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Under the absolute suppression of the Limit Douluo, Zhongli Wu had no choice but to accept reality, but he still wanted to fight for as much benefit as possible for himself.

At the very least, he shouldn't be slunk off the stage like a stray dog.

"Oh! Voluntarily?" The Demon Queen couldn't help but think more highly of this guy. She glanced at Qian Lingyun and transmitted her voice, "He seems to have given in. What do you think we should do?!"

"What should we do?"

"Of course, we should nip it in the bud!"

Qian Lingyun scoffed, mocking, "How could I possibly let a ruthless and cunning man like him live?"

At this point, a fierce glint flashed in Qian Lingyun's eyes.

"hehe."

Seeing the ruthlessness that Qian Lingyun unconsciously revealed, the Demon Queen couldn't help but chuckle a few times. She raised her hand and patted Qian Lingyun's shoulder, teasingly saying:

"I think you're much worse than him!"

"Thank you for the compliment!"

With no response from the Demon Queen and Qian Lingyun, Zhongli Wu's anxious gaze darted back and forth between the two.

Until... until Qian Lingyun feigned a deeply moved expression, chanting the righteousness of the sect leader, his heart, which had been in turmoil, finally eased a tiny bit.

Walking briskly to Zhongli Wu's side, Qian Lingyun grasped his hand, praising his sensible nature to the best of her ability. Then… she gave him a look as if he were a fool, and said sarcastically:

"Since the old cult leader is so understanding, why not sacrifice his own life so I can finally get a good night's sleep!"

Without waiting for Zhong Liwu to make any reasonable response, she used a six-pointed star teleportation array to throw Zhong Liwu into the undead demiplane.

"Eighth Master, you will stay here to watch over these elders. The rest of you, come with me! Today, I will kill this old bastard Zhongli!"

After simply leaving a message for Bloodthirsty Douluo and the others, the gray gate in front of Qian Lingyun suddenly rose, and the Holy Spirit Cult's worshippers of level ninety-six and above filed in.

They were determined to take Zhongliwu's life before they would stop.

Upon arriving in an unfamiliar environment, Zhongli Wu did not panic, but immediately unleashed his most powerful abilities.

As his spirit ring lit up, he tapped the air with the giant staff in his right hand, and a deep roar rang out, and a huge beast head appeared in front of him.

It was a dragon's head, its entire body as black as ink, yet radiating a shimmering green glow, with intense green flames flickering in its eyes. The moment it appeared, gusts of eerie wind swept through the air.

But the appearance of this enormous dragon head was not the end, but the beginning. The massive, jet-black body slowly emerged, and soon, a dragon claw stretched out.

Its enormous body gradually appeared in the air.

This is a giant, jet-black dragon!

However… unlike normal dragons, this jet-black dragon has no scales or muscles, and is entirely composed of jet-black bones.

Yet its aura seemed no less powerful than that of a real dragon.

It took a full ten seconds for the black bone dragon to fully appear in mid-air.

Its complete body is a hundred meters long, and its wingspan is also several hundred meters. Although this size is nothing compared to the true body of a top-level expert's martial soul.

However, this black bone dragon is not an illusory energy entity, but a real and tangible one.

Moreover, as soon as it appeared, various illusions flickered throughout the sky, displaying mountains of corpses and seas of blood, all belonging to soul beasts. The mournful screams of countless soul beasts echoed in the air. It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits of soul beasts were shouting madly.

This bone dragon looks to be in pretty good condition!

Even by the standards of a necromancer, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but nod slightly. If this bone dragon were used to forge a soul bone set or as a mount, it would be incredibly cool!

Zhongli Wu stood atop the giant bone dragon's skull. Though his body was tiny compared to the dragon, he possessed a suffocating quality that made it hard to breathe. He roared angrily at Qian Lingyun:

"I'm already willing to give up my position as leader, why are you still relentlessly pressuring me and trying to kill me!"

"There's nothing I can do. Who told you to be a level 98 Super Douluo! After ousting you from your position as sect leader, do you dare say you don't harbor any resentment towards me?!"

"I…"

After Qian Lingyun said that, Zhongli Wu was speechless for a moment and could not come up with a reasonable explanation.

After all… he couldn’t very well tell Qian Lingyun that he was grateful for her ruthless coercion and wished he could work for her for the rest of his life!

Even if he really said it, Qian Lingyun wouldn't believe it unless she was stupid!

Qian Lingyun fiddled with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, coldly staring at Zhongli Wu, and said with a sinister smile:

"Old Master, I can't sleep at night if you don't die!"

(End of this chapter)