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

Chapter 334, 356, 357—

"That's exactly what it sounds like!"

Qian Lingyun smiled and released her hand from the Grand Elder's shoulder. Instead, she gathered her ultimate Ice Soul Power and slapped the Grand Elder's dantian, saying softly, "Be careful in your next life, don't..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but you don't have the option of becoming a ghost or having a next life here. All I can say is... I will gladly accept every drop of your flesh and soul!"

"What?! My soul power has been frozen?!" The Grand Elder clutched his abdomen and staggered back a few steps, both shocked and furious. He gritted his teeth and hissed, "I am a level 94 Title Douluo, you think you can kill me so easily?!"

"Naive! I'm not the one who'll kill you!"

As she spoke, Qian Lingyun pointed to the gray six-pointed star that was faintly visible behind the Grand Elder and chuckled.

Silently watching as hundreds of sharp twigs, each as thick as a finger, burst forth from the gray six-pointed star without warning, turning the poor elder into a pincushion.

"Throw a thud—Ahhhhh!" The elder cried out instinctively as he felt a sharp pain in his body.

The vitality of a titled Douluo is strong. Even though his body was bleeding like a sieve, the Grand Elder still had the strength to shout.

"Stop shouting! The happier you shout, the faster the toxins on these things will spread!"

Qian Lingyun gently touched a bloodstained branch on the Great Elder's chest with her finger, and the nine-colored coating covering the branch quickly transferred to Qian Lingyun's fingertip.

"You must be very curious about what this thing is, and why you can't even fight off toxins anymore, right!?"

As she spoke, Qian Lingyun gently ran her fingertips, coated with the nine-colored paint, across the Great Elder's cheek. The hissing sound of flesh being corroded instantly echoed in the empty room.

"If Bai Yuan were enshrined here, she would know what this is! This thing is the deadly poison of the Nine-Petaled Jade Flower! It's incredibly potent!"

Seeing that the Grand Elder was in so much pain he was almost fainting, Qian Lingyun thoughtfully disinfected his wounds with alcohol, saying, "Don't faint! If you faint now, you might never wake up again!"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

The Grand Elder coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of colorful blood mist. Even with all his meridians pierced, he still writhed his riddled body, letting out a final roar:

"You vile woman! You've ruined the thousand-year-old foundation of my Holy Spirit Cult! You deserve a terrible death! Give me a quick death if you dare! If I beg for mercy, I'm your grandson!"

"I don't have a useless grandson like you!" Qian Lingyun sneered, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "At your age, level 94, if my grandson were as useless as you, I'd definitely kill him to save him from embarrassment!"

"Alright, alright! Stop glaring! Don't worry, your two good brothers will be joining you in my stomach soon!"

A calm, yet hysterical, female voice, accompanied by the sound of swallowing and chewing, came from behind the Grand Elder.

The elder shuddered and swallowed hard. For some reason, he felt incredibly cold!

The cold was not the extreme chill of ice penetrating the body, but a coldness of emptiness within the body.

"The way you eat is really creepy. Can you tone it down a bit?" Qian Lingyun turned her head away, unwilling to even look directly at the bloody scene of Huanhua eating.

"I eat for myself; whether others feel uncomfortable is their business!"

As Huanhua spoke, she ate heartily. In just a few minutes, the Grand Elder was nothing but an empty shell.

"The total amount of soul power is not bad, but the taste is just so-so."

Licking her lips, Huanhua reluctantly took the towel Qianlingyun brought and wiped her blood-stained face.

After wiping her face, she picked up a leaf from some random leaf and used it as a toothpick, giving a critical review: "My review is... the flesh is too old and tough, it'll break your teeth!"

"Stop joking! This is a Title Douluo! You don't usually get to eat this so easily!"

Rolling her eyes at Huanhua, Qianlingyun stuffed the Grand Elder's soul into the skull relief of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, reminding her, "Can you still eat? There are two more left!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

Huanhua casually tossed the toothpick into the trash can, grinning wickedly, "Honestly, I feel like I can't wait any longer! I wonder when I'll be able to taste something as high-class as a Title Douluo again after this!"

"High-end goods?"

After a moment of silence, Huanhua and Qianlingyun exchanged a knowing glance and said in unison, "There are so many sea spirit beasts, there's definitely plenty to eat!"

"Big brother!"

With a loud bang, the tightly closed door was kicked open from the outside, and two figures rushed straight into the room.

"Did you let them in on purpose?" Huanhua gently wiped the corner of her mouth and gave Qianlingyun a meaningful look.

"What else? Who goes to three different restaurants for one meal?"

Qian Lingyun took a step back and waved her hand, saying, "According to the classification, a 200,000-year-old soul beast is equivalent to a Title Douluo of level 95 or above. You shouldn't have a hard time dealing with these two yourself!"

"So what are you planning to do?" Huanhua asked.

Pulling up a chair and settling in comfortably, Qian Lingyun squinted her eyes and encouraged Huanhua, saying, "I'll conceal your soul power fluctuations, so you can fight with peace of mind!"

"Tch! Boring!" Huanhua pouted and raised her right hand, giving the fifth and sixth elders the middle finger as they entered!

"Give me back my brother's life!"

The Demonic Hound Douluo roared, his long hair turning completely fiery red, swelling like a lion's mane. Intense fire elemental fluctuations erupted instantly, and towering flames soared into the sky. He said, "Buy me some time!"

"Good!" Blood Hand Douluo nodded slightly. He roared and suddenly punched out with both fists. His second, third, and fourth spirit rings lit up almost simultaneously.

Only a titled Douluo-level expert could use three soul skills so skillfully.

"Ouch! What are you doing! Haha!" Huanhua yelled and made faces. Facing an attack from a Title Douluo, she not only didn't use her soul skills to fight back, but instead took a solid punch from Blood Hand Douluo.

hit!

Blood Hand Douluo was overjoyed and was about to withdraw his fist to inflict another serious injury on Qian Lingyun, but unexpectedly, his fist got stuck in the other party's abdomen and he couldn't withdraw it!

What's going on?!

The woman's abdomen appeared to have no internal organs, but was instead covered in intertwined sharp thorns!

What kind of ability is this? Is it a martial soul characteristic? Or a soul skill?

Not every Soul Master is well-read. Therefore, when Huanhua's true battle plan was achieved, Blood Hand Douluo paid the price for his carelessness.

"Are you so eager to see what's inside someone's belly?" Huanhua chuckled, as vines coiling inside her abdomen shot out from the wound and spiraled upwards along Blood Hand Douluo's arm.

Almost instantly, half of Blood Hand Douluo's body was wrapped in thorny vines.

"Quick! Help me!"

Amidst the dense vines, Blood Hand Douluo, his flesh mangled and bloody from the barbs, mumbled a pleading cry for help to Demon Hound Douluo.

At this moment, the Demon Mastiff Douluo's long-awaited ninth soul skill finally revealed its power: "Blazing Roar!"

As the Demon Mastiff Douluo raised his hand, a dark red lion-mastiff light suddenly burst forth, colliding with the large mass of dark green vines that stretched out in all directions.

The moment the two collided, the lion's head suddenly froze in mid-air. Then, its original red color turned blue without warning, and it disappeared as a wisp of air.

It goes without saying that Qian Lingyun made the move.

She can indeed shield herself from the fluctuations of soul power here, but she can't shield herself from the massive explosion!

The fact that this ninth soul skill exploded in the small house was something even a deaf person could sense!

"Huh?!" The Demon Hound Douluo exclaimed in surprise, quickly retreating a few steps. His swollen and extremely imposing body suddenly contracted, and at the same time, he let out a roar forward.

Instantly, his head transformed into the head of a lion-dog, and his eighth spirit ring shone brightly. A vortex-like stream of energy surged forth, crashing against the vines coiling around the illusionary flower.

Huanhua chuckled, twisted off Blood Hand Douluo's forearm that was stuck in her abdomen, and shoved him in front of her, clearly using Blood Hand Douluo as her own shield!

With his soul skill activated, Blood Hand Douluo felt a sudden tightness throughout his body, and his soul power began to burn wildly. Even more terrifying, the soul skill he had painstakingly gathered was interrupted by his own people in an instant.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

With his arm ripped off and then struck squarely by his own ally's eighth soul skill, Blood Hand Douluo coughed up a large mouthful of blood and immediately fainted.

"Oh! You almost killed him!" Huanhua shook the half-dead Blood Hand Douluo in her hand. Seeing that he had lost his fighting ability, she simply threw him to the ground and looked at the Demon Hound Douluo with a hint of pity.

"He was injured by you!" Demon Hound Douluo glanced at Qian Lingyun, who remained calm and composed behind him, and the thought of retreating had already taken root in his heart.

These two women are definitely not normal Soul Masters. If he had known they were so abnormal, he should have just followed Nangong Wan's example and obediently become a sycophant...

"What are you spacing out for!" Huanhua stared at the severed arm lying across her abdomen, unconsciously chewing on the air twice.

With a spit, Huanhua's face contorted in a ferocious expression as she spat out what she had just eaten.

"The meat is so dry, it's not tasty!"

It tastes awful, yet you're eating it so enthusiastically! Do you have your mouth and heart separate?!

Although he couldn't help but mutter a few complaints in his heart, Demon Mastiff Douluo, knowing he had no way out, ultimately made the first move.

"Stop!" Huanhua waved her right hand at the Demon Hound Douluo and shouted, "Wait until I finish eating before you fight!"

Would Demon Mastiff Douluo agree to this request? The answer is no.

Before she could react, the pork knuckle that Huanhua had just eaten halfway through was instantly charred into charcoal by the flames, and even a few strands of her hair on her forehead were singed.

"Damn it! I haven't finished eating yet!"

Huanhua was both anxious and angry when her half-eaten snacks were burned to charcoal. As the main body with whom she shared consciousness, Qianlingyun was also drawn by Huanhua's anger, and her originally gentle face tightened.

"I'll definitely savor it carefully later..."

Huanhua smiled, her tall and elegant body suddenly contorting.

Countless delicate vines stretched out from under her skirt, quickly covering the floor of the room with a gray-green plant carpet.

Although she isn't fighting with her enormous body right now, half of it is enough for the current situation!

"Plant? Soul Beast!" Demon Hound Douluo took a few steps back, creating what he thought was a safe distance between himself and the woman growing in the center of the flower.

But is Huanhua's ability really that simple?

This is a realm called Stretch, where the Illusion Flower is omnipresent. As long as her main body is not destroyed, she can use even the smallest branch to regenerate.

Without the slightest hesitation, the ninth spirit ring on Demon Mastiff Douluo's body contracted again, and he once again entered a state of gathering power.

He believed that Huanhua would never give him time to build up his power, and that if she interrupted his buildup, she would fall right into his trap—his ninth soul skill didn't actually require building up power…

Sure enough! When flames rose around him, burning the walls of the entire house until they were slightly red.

Huanhua's body arrived in front of him almost instantly!

It's now!

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was no longer enough to dodge, Demon Hound Douluo was overjoyed. With a deafening roar, he instantly destroyed most of the body of the illusionary flower in front of him!

Under the raging flames, half of the charred body fell to the ground with a thud and remained motionless.

Just then, a green light flashed past the back of the Demon Mastiff Douluo.

Before the Demon Mastiff Douluo could react, a creepy smiling face suddenly materialized from the branches on the ground.

With a whoosh, Smiling Face crashed headfirst into Demon Mastiff Douluo's arms.

"What the hell is that! Get away from me!"

After tearing the human face in his hand to shreds, Demon Hound Douluo felt a slight itch in his stomach! It was as if something was growing inside him.

If we start counting from when the human face was thrown away, it only took a few breaths. The Demon Hound Douluo let out a mournful howl and lay on the ground writhing violently.

His entire body seemed to be having its blood drained from him; his pupils turned completely white, and his body trembled violently. A large amount of fire-attribute soul power gushed out from his pores, accompanied by blood.

After the flames erupt, it begins to absorb. Without the protection of the fire element, the parasitic seeds planted inside the body quickly draw nutrients from its flesh and blood.

The Demon Hound Douluo screamed madly during this process, but he was unable to break free from this state no matter what, because the parasitic seed was growing inside his body.

More and more branches sprouted and grew inside the Demon Mastiff Douluo's body, making it swell up like a large ball.

With a loud "pop," countless wriggling branches poured out from the body of the Demon Mastiff Douluo.

Some of them pierced through the Demon Mastiff Douluo's abdomen, some pierced his back, and some even ripped open his skull or poured out from inside his facial features.

The branches grew longer and denser, and soon buried the Demon Mastiff Douluo under the vibrant green growth.

(End of this chapter)