Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

They huddled together, trembling, biting their lips so hard they dared not utter a sound.

The woman at the very back was holding a two- or three-year-old child in her arms, and she was covering the child's mouth tightly with her hand.

The child opened his big eyes and sobbed.

Beside the campfire were four fallen soul masters, three men and one woman.

A bald, muscular man, with the phantom of a blood-red bat appearing behind him.

He sat cross-legged, a faint bloody light surrounding him, with a villager lying in front of him who had just lost his breath.

Clearly, he was absorbing life force to cultivate.

Next to the bald man was a woman of average appearance.

She had several black lines on her neck, and her martial spirit was a black vine that was wrapping around a villager and drawing life force to cultivate.

Not far away, a short, stout man was holding a pottery jar and swallowing it in large gulps.

Blood-red liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his clothes, but he didn't care. He just gulped it down, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

After finishing the drink, he wiped his mouth, stuck out his tongue to lick the remaining blood from the corner of his lips, let out a long sigh, and looked completely intoxicated, as if he were savoring the most delicious food in the world.

Just then, a tall, thin man standing next to the fat man stood up.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were sunken, and there were dark circles under his eyes, making him look like someone who had indulged in excessive sexual activity.

He twisted his neck, turned his gaze to the women under the old locust tree, and a lewd smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He strode toward them.

"No...don't come here..."

As he drew closer, a woman trembled violently and desperately tried to shrink back.

However, her back bumped against the rough tree trunk, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

The tall, thin man grinned, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

"Little beauty, don't be afraid." He licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse. "If you want to live, serve me well. If you serve me well, maybe I'll let you live a few more days."

He reached out and grabbed at the woman's collar.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the fabric, a sharp whistling sound suddenly tore through the night sky!

The tall, thin man abruptly withdrew his hand and quickly turned around.

His pupils contracted instantly, and he saw countless black and gold streaks of light shooting toward him like a torrential rain.

The lewd look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by terror.

In haste, he released his martial spirit, a bone blade. It wasn't the normal white of bone, but rather white with a reddish tinge, as if it had been soaked in countless drops of blood, gleaming with an eerie dark red hue.

Four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, one white, one yellow, one yellow, and one purple, with spirit power fluctuations at level forty-one.

The tall, thin man tried to use his soul skill to block.

However, he was still too slow; his third spirit ring had just lit up.

The black and gold light suddenly converged in mid-air, resembling a cone.

laugh--!

The black and gold cone pierced through his chest in an instant!

The immense impact propelled his body backward, and with a loud bang, he crashed heavily into the distant ruins.

He fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, already lifeless.

There was a large, bowl-sized hole in his chest, open from front to back, with blood gushing out and spreading rapidly beneath him.

"what--!"

Several women under the old locust tree were splattered with blood and screamed.

At this moment, the black gold cone did not stop, but instead streaked through the air and suddenly disintegrated into three streams of light, which shot towards the three people beside the campfire.

However, the sudden death of the tall, thin man had already alerted them.

At this moment, the three of them had already released their martial spirits, and their spirit rings were flashing all around them.

Both the bald guy and the fat guy have the best possible soul ring configurations.

The bald man's soul power fluctuation was level 55, and the fat man's was level 54.

The woman's soul rings are white, yellow, purple, and purple, and her soul power is level 45.

The bald, burly man stepped forward, blocking the female Soul Master's path, as she was a control-type Soul Master with a plant-based martial soul, making her defense relatively weak.

Just as the black streak of light was about to strike, the third soul ring beneath the bald, muscular man's feet suddenly lit up, and the blood-red bat abruptly spread its wings and then closed them forward.

A blood-red barrier instantly materialized around him.

Chapter 19 The Wrathful Fallen Soul Master

boom--!

The black-gold sword feather struck the blood-red shield with a bang, stirring up waves of blood-red ripples, but it could not advance an inch.

At the same time, the black and gold sword feather on the other side was also blocked.

The short, stout man's martial spirit was the pottery jar he had been holding earlier. It was dark red all over and had now been magnified several times, with the jar body blocking the black and gold sword feathers.

In the distance, Su Mo frowned slightly.

Even with the newly acquired Black Gold Sword Wings, it was still difficult to break through the defenses of a high-level Soul King.

With a thought, countless sword feathers traced arcs in the air, flew back behind him, and reassembled into black and gold sword wings.

With a flap of his wings, he soared into the air and instantly appeared above the three of them, looking down at them from above.

"Huh? Just a little kid?!" The bald, burly man exclaimed in surprise upon recognizing the newcomer.

He thought he had been discovered by the Spirit Hall's enforcement team and was figuring out how to escape.

So all you got was a kid?

He hurriedly sensed his surroundings, only to find no one there, except for the boy in front of him who looked no more than ten years old.

"Boss!"

The female soul master exclaimed in surprise, pointing behind Su Mo.

"Look at the wings on his back. They don't seem to be formed from soul power. Could they be... the legendary external soul bones?!"

"what?!"

The bald, muscular man's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at the black and gold sword wings behind Su Mo.

The next instant, a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, definitely!"

"Big Brother!" The fat man walked over, licking his lips. "This kid has such a treasure! He's a real cash cow delivered to our door!"

Moreover, the blood of a Soul Master is far more delicious than that of these lowly commoners.

"It's still so small, with such delicate skin and tender flesh, it looks delicious! I really want to try it right away!"

"Kid!" the bald, burly man sneered, "Come down here and die obediently, and I might leave you a whole corpse!"

At this moment, he didn't take Su Mo seriously at all.

He only managed to kill the weakest one of them by sneaking up from behind using his soul bone.

At such a young age, how strong can one possibly be?

In a head-on confrontation, crushing him would be no harder than crushing an ant.

"Are you finished?"

Su Mo hovered in mid-air, his voice eerily calm.

His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, then glanced at the survivors, and a chilling killing intent rose from his eyes.

"You damned degenerates, you have murdered so many innocent villagers, prepare to die!"

He made a fist with his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword condensed in his palm.

At the same time, three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—suddenly appeared beneath his feet, shining brightly in the night sky.

"The second ring of the millennium?!"

"Soul Master! How is that possible! How old is he!"

The bald, burly man gasped in shock.

The fat man and the female soul master's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

The second spirit ring is a thousand years old. To become a Soul Master at such a young age is something that ordinary spirit masters can never achieve!

That kid's background is definitely not small; he's very likely someone from a powerful organization.

But they had no time to think, because Su Mo had already made his move, and his first and second spirit rings flashed one after another.

Attack, speed, strength, and defense all instantly double.

In addition, the Black Gold Sword Wings provide an overall attribute boost.

At this moment, Su Mo had already reached his peak.

Although there is still a considerable gap between them and the three fallen ones in front of them.

However, his Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul has a certain suppressive effect on their Martial Souls, so it's not like they can't fight back.

At this moment, Su Mo's black and gold sword wings suddenly flapped, and his body swooped down.

"You're courting death!" the bald, burly man roared, and the second spirit ring beneath his feet instantly lit up. "Second Spirit Skill, Blood Wings!"

A pair of enormous blood-red bat wings materialized behind him, and with a sudden flap of the wings, he charged towards Su Mo.

However, Su Mo had no intention of getting entangled with him.

His goal was clear: kill the female soul master first.

Just as the two were about to collide head-on, Su Mo's black and gold sword wings suddenly tilted, brushing past the bald, muscular man and hurtling straight at the female soul master on the ground.