The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

"Are you alright after getting injured today?" Su Xuan'er asked with concern when she saw the wounds on Su Ming's arm, as the tent was cramped and she could only lie on her side holding her younger brother to sleep.

"It's okay, I heal very well. Look, it's already scabbed over. It'll be completely healed by tomorrow," Su Ming said with a smile, resting his head on his sister's arm and showing the wound on the back of his hand.

Su Xuan'er remained silent, only holding her younger brother even tighter in her arms.

The young boy suddenly felt like he was suffocating, letting out a muffled, unintelligible sound of pleasure: "Ugh~"

"You stay down the mountain tomorrow," Su Xuan'er said gently, smiling at the little guy who looked so content.

"No, I can help too," Su Ming said, dissatisfied.

“This time won’t do. The Storm Dragon King is used to building its nest on towering cliffs. If you fight there and are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and have no chance of survival.” The older sister’s gentle voice revealed an unyielding determination.

“I can fly,” Su Ming retorted.

The older sister unfurled layers of bright red, sky-covering wings behind her, and said with a charming smile, "You think your little wings are any good?"

The words, "not very hurtful, but extremely insulting," pierced Su Ming's heart.

He looked at his little wings with distaste and dejectedly put them back.

Su Xuan'er unfolded her 'Wings of Blood' without retracting them, but gently covered the two of them, like a spacious quilt wrapping them up.

The boy was astonished. There was such a use? He curiously stroked the wings. The bright red light shone, as if it were flowing blood. The wings felt soft and supple to the touch, and had a hint of warmth.

That's not wrong. The Blood Wings contain a lot of blood from the soul beasts killed along the way, which makes their temperature similar to human body temperature, so it feels very comfortable and warm when covered.

A blush spread across the older sister's mature and intellectual face, making her breathtakingly beautiful. She playfully swatted away the little one's mischievous hand and said, "Don't move around."

"Hey~, can you feel anything?" Su Ming, driven by curiosity, continued to knead the scarlet wings.

The older sister fell silent. After a long while, a low, muffled 'hmm' sound rang out in the quiet tent. She could no longer bear it.

Snapped!

Su Xuan'er gave her younger brother a hard spanking, and the little guy immediately quieted down.

"The external soul bone has already fused with the wings of my martial soul, so it's considered part of my body," she said irritably.

Su Ming nestled obediently in his sister's arms, looking like he knew he was wrong. His soft black cat ears stood up and trembled slightly.

The older sister burst into laughter and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the pair of cute cat ears on her younger brother's head.

Su Ming looked up and saw his sister's bright, clear eyes and her charming face, which looked rosy under the light of her bright red wings, and his heart fluttered.

"Sister." The little boy snuggled closer to her and fell into a deep sleep.

Silent all night.

The next day, Su Ming followed his sister up the towering cliff into the sky.

At the summit of the cliff, a colossal dragon's nest emerged, its entire body azure blue, shimmering like solidified jade, resembling a moon in a clear blue sky.

The dragon's nest was constructed from a plant called the Green Spirit Vine. The closer it was to the sky, the lighter the Green Spirit Vine became, eventually allowing it to ride the wind without falling.

Su Xuan'er breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the spacious dragon's nest and placed her younger brother, whom she was carrying, on the ground.

Although the Dark Evil God Tiger has wings, its flight ability is indeed insufficient to fly that high, or rather, most of the flying martial souls in Douluo Continent cannot reach the sky at a height of ten thousand feet.

Su Ming stepped onto the ground made of green vines, feeling a strange sensation of both unsteadiness and solidity.

He looked down and saw countless thick, large, bowl-sized blue vines intertwined into a dense net, through which he could clearly see the thick clouds.

Su Ming jumped up and down on it, and the dragon nest beneath his feet wobbled violently.

"Resilient yet comfortable, this dragon knows how to enjoy itself," he commented.

The dragon's nest is shaped like a tent, with a large open space extending outwards, seemingly serving as a balcony. Every day, the dragon would lie outside basking in the sun, and at night it would retreat back into the 'tent' to sleep.

Roar!

Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded from the deep cave entrance of the dragon's nest. Only when you get closer to the dragon's nest do you realize that the dragon's roar was deafening and even shattered the clouds in the sky.

Its sound was like thunder, or like a raging flood, continuous and relentless, as a fierce gale swept in from the deep cave entrance.

Su Ming instinctively crossed his arms to block in front of him, his body swaying from the wind, unable to open his eyes, and the sharp wind blades stung his face.

The Storm Dragon King discovered the invasion of foreign enemies. Its huge and ferocious dragon head emerged from the deep cave entrance, covered with fine bluish-purple dragon scales. Its dragon horns curved like crescent moons and formed a crown on its head, exuding majesty.

It resembles the Western dragon and symbolizes the most brutal war machine, no less powerful than the Eastern dragon.

The moment the Storm Dragon King appeared, the weather changed drastically. Layers of thick, dark clouds gathered above the dragon's nest, forming a thick, dark sky. A trembling feeling of impending doom washed over me.

The wind howled on the towering cliff, and from the ground up, it was pitch black night, with a black curtain of sky hanging down.

In the darkness, only a blood-red sun floated, its myriad rays piercing the heavens and earth. Among them stood a woman, beautiful and holy like an angel.

Her wings spread out behind her, covering the sky like layers upon layers of bright red flowers, suddenly bursting into flames, as if she had been plunged into a sea of ​​fire, a magnificent sight.

Suddenly, a halo of blood-red mixed with gray spread out, enveloping half of the sky above the dragon's nest, dividing the celestial phenomena. The dark red and the blue-purple were clearly distinct, each occupying half of the land.

Bloodbath Domain!

P.S.: Some readers suggested creating a group chat, but I'm thinking about it. It would be awkward if only two or three people joined. So, I'll pass.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blood Angels

Su Ming never imagined that the Soul Saint level would provide such a huge boost to his sister.

A domain! This is a domain, for crying out loud!

The dragon's nest shook violently in the storm. Su Ming lay hidden among the green vines, his strength only enough to provide support. He had to lie low and wait for the right opportunity.

He was shocked as he sensed the area in the sky that was a mixture of crimson and gray.

The domain soul skill that my sister suddenly displayed was not simple; it should be considered a dual domain, similar to a fusion of the Blood Domain and the Slaughter Domain.

It possesses a chilling killing intent, capable of suppressing an enemy's strength by 20% in all aspects, and also possesses corrosive crimson, capable of drawing blood.

Su Ming, with his sharp eyes, noticed that his sister's first and third soul skills were always lit up. He guessed that these were domains that could only be used in conjunction with her soul bone martial soul, unlike his own Evil Domain, which was a divine-level martial soul that he was born with.

The Storm Dragon King has emerged from its lair and stands at the entrance of the dragon pit, its wings spreading out to blot out the sky. It is covered with fine, hard, bluish-purple dragon scales, with raging winds and thunder intertwined, making it look heavy and majestic.

Lying prone beside the dragon's nest, Su Ming clearly saw a blue crack with burn marks on the majestic and robust dragon's body, running from the dragon's chest to its belly, with faint traces of bluish-purple dragon blood seeping through.

He sensed a strong wind element from the wound and marveled at how worthy she was of being a Valkyrie; even the Wind Dragon King's direct blood relatives couldn't heal the Azure Flame Dragon's powerful wind attribute.

Although Xian Lin'er's martial soul is named Azure Flame Dragon, it is not actually a fire-attribute true dragon. Instead, it is a wind-attribute true dragon martial soul, and it has no relation to the Wind Dragon King, the source of wind and thunder true dragons. It is a mutated martial soul.

Her power is essentially the compression of wind attributes, creating a unique decomposition effect. When it hits someone, it feels like being burned by flames, making it extremely difficult to counter. This is a unique ability of hers, and although it is not an ultimate martial soul, it has power comparable to an ultimate martial soul.

The Storm Dragon King was helpless against this.

Su Ming roughly figured it out. It was actually about shaping the wind attribute into a unique structure, somewhat similar to the Wind Control technique. His martial soul also possessed the wind attribute, so perhaps he could become her apprentice and learn from her.

Rumble!

There's no time to think about that right now. The Storm Dragon King seemed to sense a deadly threat and activated Raize's True Blood as soon as it appeared.

The massive and majestic dragon body radiated a dazzling blue-purple light, its thick scales shimmering with a metallic sheen, while golden patterns were carved on them, exuding an aura of sacred nobility.

A ring of cyan-purple light, imbued with a terrifying aura as if from an ancient wilderness, suddenly emerged. The vast and boundless domain rapidly expanded, resisting the crimson domain that was gradually encroaching on the storm, and even pressing down on it.

As soon as the Storm Dragon King's Wind and Thunder Domain appeared, the thick, dark clouds in the sky instantly churned, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and gales howled. Every now and then, streaks of purple lightning would fall, striking the cliffs and sending up rubble.

Su Xuan'er's pretty face in the sky turned serious, and her seventh soul ring, a deep black ring with traces of bright red, lit up.

Martial Soul True Form!

She let out a loud shout, and her dark red and powerful soul force covered her entire body. However, instead of transforming into a bloodthirsty leopard, it manifested as intricate and elaborate golden-red scales that gradually covered her tall and voluptuous body.

Su Xuan'er's soul bones emitted various lights from different parts of her body, which eventually merged together to form a golden-red glazed liquid, ultimately molding into a suit of armor with a resounding, cold light.

With her layers of bright red wings unfurled behind her, Su Xuan'er looked like a Valkyrie at this moment.

On the Dragon's Nest, Su Ming was completely bewildered. How could this Martial Soul True Form be different from what he understood?

The Storm Dragon King wouldn't wait for its enemy to finish transforming before launching its attack. It had already charged up its power, its robust dragon body lying prone, its huge mouth open, inside which a compressed purplish-blue tornado spun.

Rumble!

A burst of storm dragon breath erupted, flashing with cyan and purple light. Su Ming pressed his body down hard, closed his eyes, and felt a deafening roar in his ears.

A fan-shaped azure-purple wind and thunderous breath covered most of the dragon's nest and the surrounding sky.

Su Xuan'er's sixth soul ring lit up, and the layers of killing tide merged with the domain. The bright red and the mixed gray gradually overlapped and shrank into a dark red sphere.

Slaughter Blood Prison!

A vast, purplish-blue breath covered the dark red sphere, refracting and spreading outwards. Su Xuan'er felt her soul power being severely depleted, and her pretty face turned pale.

It's now!

Without his sister saying anything, Su Ming, with his cheetah-like agility, suddenly lunged forward, charging towards the Storm Dragon King like an arrow released from a bow—a sneak attack devoid of any martial ethics.

Under the cover of his [Disguise] ability, the boy even slid close to the Storm Dragon King's belly and the huge wound, without the dragon noticing.

buzz~

It wasn't until Su Ming's [Ultimate Evil] domain quietly unfolded, unleashing an overwhelming aura of evil, that the Storm Dragon King discovered a small worm had sneaked into its belly.

But it was too late!

Thick, dark gray liquid surged out of Su Ming's body as if it were a tangible substance, unleashing the suppressed evil power that had been suppressed for so long. A dark gray halo slowly unfolded beneath the Storm Dragon King.

Wherever it passed, it corroded the thick, green spirit vines, causing them to rot. In no time, it quickly spread into a swamp-like humus liquid. The Storm Dragon King staggered, and its massive dragon body sank into it, interrupting the blue-purple storm that was breathing.

That wasn't all. As Su Ming slashed across the dragon's belly, his left hand suddenly expanded several times, and five sharp, black gold palm blades shot out, their patterns transforming into purple scales that gradually covered the dragon.

External Soul Bone Skill - Heavenly Demon Hand!

The boy's supple waist arched backward in an astonishing arc, and he extended his sharp, indestructible left claw. As he glided, he smoothly sliced ​​through the dragon's muscles, like a butcher carving up an ox.

Reaching the huge blue wound on the dragon's belly, it easily slid its upper body inside, tearing apart the pinkish membrane that was barely held together at the wound, and penetrating deep into the internal organs and large intestine.

Pfft!

A large plume of bluish-purple dragon blood, highly corrosive, gushed out, bathing Su Ming's entire body. Some dark green fragments of dragon internal organs even splashed out.

With a gentle hook of his claws, Su Ming pulled out the blood-red dragon's large intestine, which was as thick as an arm.

Waaah!

The Storm Dragon King looked up and howled in anguish, its painful roar shaking the heavens. It wished it could crush the little insect to death immediately, but the weakness brought on by its male organ made its body fall helplessly.

呲味~