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

Chapter 311 - The New Leader Qian Lingyun Respectfully Invites the Old Leader to His Funeral!

"Today, the Holy Spirit Sect's leader, Qian Lingyun, along with the congregation, earnestly requests the passing of the former sect leader!"

Qian Lingyun bowed to the assembled worshippers and teased, "His dragon is quite nice; try not to damage it!"

"Don't worry, my daughter, I'll definitely save it for you!" Yuma coughed lightly a few times, and when she looked at Qian Lingyun, her eyes were full of smiles.

With two level 97s and four level 96s, along with the Demon Queen whose strength is equivalent to that of a Limit Douluo and Qian Lingyun who is in charge of shouting "six," let alone Zhongli Wu, who was weakened to level 97 by the Rakshasa Domain.

Even if Zhongli Wu had a stroke of luck and suddenly became a Limit Douluo on the spot, he was still destined to perish here!

"Holy Maiden, aren't you afraid my mother will hold you accountable if you kill me?!" Zhongli Wu tried to struggle a little, but... the Thousand Great Cult Leaders remained unmoved.

"Yes, I'm scared! But I'm just scared, you're going to die today too! You're an old man, you know! You forget things easily!"

"At worst, I'll wait until your seventh day after death, until she's calmed down, then I'll kneel down at her door every day to pay my respects and appease her!"

"Besides, even if you die, Grandpa Long won't avenge you. I still have a limit, at most a Limit Douluo in a one-on-one fight, no problem!"

"You son of a bitch..." Zhong Liwu was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He pointed at Qian Lingyun for a long time without saying a word.

"Alright, enough talk. Let's get this over with. If we leave the dragon behind, I can save the money and buy you a good coffin!"

After speaking, the Great Cult Leader said nothing more, but waved to the crowd with a cold look in his eyes, and started the 'righteous mob brawl'!

The bone dragon roared, and from beneath the black mist, Zhongli Wu's voice drifted back:

"Hmph! Bring it on! Normally, I'm reluctant to use its power because it's already my natal beast spirit, and even a part of my martial soul."

"But now, I have no choice but to fight this hard!"

Zhongli Wu's voice was deep and cold, and with each word he uttered, the sky would darken a little more, and the Bone Dragon King's aura would intensify a little more. The light of Zhongli Wu's own soul rings was always faintly visible in this black light, making it impossible to tell whether he had activated his soul skill.

"The world changes, and storms arise!"

After a furious roar, the giant dragon beneath Zhongli Wu's feet suddenly turned azure, and at the same time, the black clouds in the sky also turned azure.

Wind, this is the power of wind.

A strong wind blew, and small tornadoes naturally formed in the sky, heading straight for the crowd.

The worshippers frowned and quickly retreated, avoiding the entangled tornadoes.

However... the styles of the Soul Slayer Douluo and the Soul Destroyer Douluo are obviously different. These two brutes, holding their swords and without activating their soul rings, simply relied on their soul power to cleave the tornado that was right in front of them.

Of all those present, the only one in trouble was the sixth priest, Darren.

With the violent winds sweeping through, the thick, gloomy fog naturally had no choice but to dissipate.

Forced back hundreds of meters by the raging storm, Darren finally managed to steady herself in mid-air. She gazed at Zhongliwu atop the Bone Dragon's head, a murderous intent she had never felt before rising in her eyes.

With pale skull armor covering his body, Darren once again concealed himself in the dense, almost solid gray fog, advancing towards Zhongliwu's direction.

At that moment, enormous cyan wind blades, several meters long and over a meter wide, came hurtling towards Qian Lingyun from all directions.

Amidst the ear-piercing explosion, the air cracked open, as if even the air around Qian Lingyun had been shattered.

Qian Lingyun's solution to this move was quite simple. Back when she destroyed the Tianlong Sect, she had used her own abilities to dodge Yu Xuantian's eighth soul skill.

It seems that this trick can be used anytime!

With a flash of light, Qian Lingyun's figure instantly became illusory.

Just when most people thought that Qian Lingyun was using soul skills like Void to avoid their sharp edge.

Zhang Peng, who had witnessed this move before, stopped in mid-air and exclaimed, "Is it this move again? I remember this move... it's called Blink, isn't it!"

Yes, dimensional blink!

Qian Lingyun simply kept switching between reality and illusion in the same spot. Although her position changed slightly, it was not significant.

Zhongli Wu raised his staff high, and seeing this situation, his expression became even more gloomy.

But deep in his eyes, there was only shock. What kind of power was Qian Lingyun using? Ordinary soul masters couldn't tell, so surely he could?

This is clearly the power of space!

However, such power should not exist in Qian Lingyun!

How old is this blonde girl? What is her cultivation level? How can she, at such a young age, grasp the mysteries of spatial power?

Even if someone is exceptionally talented, they shouldn't play like that!

It's fake, definitely fake. At most, it's just the special nature of the soul skill!

Thinking about it this way, Zhong Liwu's bitter heart finally felt a little relieved.

Even so, Zhongli Wu still felt very uncomfortable.

The flying wind blades suddenly paused, and the tornado reappeared. This time, however, it was no longer a single tornado, but rather a collection of smaller tornadoes that converged and overlapped towards the center.

One tornado after another began to overlap, forming an even larger tornado. The air was torn apart, and some of the tornadoes were even able to tear through space itself.

You can use spatial power, right? Then I'll break through space and disrupt everything, and see how you control things then.

Qian Lingyun didn't care about saving face at all!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, she actually slipped away to the Demon Queen's side, grabbed the Demon Queen's sleeve, and instigated:

"Aunt Lan, I'm no good, you take care of him!"

"Lazy is lazy, and you're still not cut out for anything?" The Demon Queen punched Qian Lingyun on the head in annoyance, but her body still honestly protected Qian Lingyun behind her.

A blue-purple phantom whale appeared, and a ghostly green tornado collided directly with it. And then... that was it.

The demon, expressionless, gave her assessment: "A bit like gua sha!"

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Zhongli Wu shouted, almost jumping up and down.

Even a Limit Douluo couldn't so easily withstand his confident attack.

But the facts were staring him in the face: his attack hadn't even managed to create a ripple of the protective soul power on the opponent's body. This kind of defeat was something he simply couldn't accept.

"Ara ara, Lord Zhongli, you've been neglecting us too much!" Yuma's gentle voice sounded from behind. Zhongli Wu looked in the direction of the voice and saw several people floating around him.

Several people wanted to give him a knife...

Yes, in the short time that Zhongli Wu was still in shock, several super Douluo, guided by Qian Lingyun's shared mental detection, had already formed a pentagonal formation and surrounded him in the center.

The area directly beneath the Bone Dragon King was shrouded in a thick fog, and looking down from above, countless distorted faces churned within that vast fog.

"Without that little bitch's domain suppression, who among you would be my match?!"

Zhongli Wu snorted coldly, raised his staff again, and the Bone Dragon King beneath him raised its head once more.

The enormous wings began to flutter slowly. Meanwhile, Zhongli Wu's own body was growing larger at an astonishing rate.

The light and shadow that had been hovering behind him gradually merged with his own body, becoming one.

The seventh spirit ring, a black seventh spirit ring, shimmered with light.

Zhongli Wu's body grew to about ten meters tall before stopping, and he was completely shrouded in darkness.

As Zhongli Wu's long staff grew larger, so too did his body. When he completed his ten-meter transformation, his staff evolved into a scythe, a massive scythe with a blade ten meters long. The enormous scythe looked somewhat disproportionate in the hands of Zhongli Wu, who was only ten meters tall.

(End of this chapter)