Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

A decree from the Holy Spirit Cult Elders! And it's... a decree from the Second Elder!

Tang Lie instantly felt his blood run cold.

It's also unbelievable.

He recognized the token; he had one in his pocket with the number "four" engraved on it!

The old sect leader... was actually the second elder of the Holy Spirit Cult?

He had never discovered the Second Elder's identity, which was far beyond his comprehension.

Is this the reason why the former sect leader left the Haotian Sect?

and……

Why is the old sect leader, a level 99 peerless Douluo, only ranked as the second elder in the Holy Spirit Sect?

With such strength, why is the Holy Spirit Cult hiding? They should just smash through the Spirit Hall!

He felt his worldview had been shattered.

“I’ve always known that the Holy Spirit Cult has connections within the Haotian Sect,”

Tang Chen's voice was deep and steady.

"It's just that I was trapped in the City of Slaughter before, and I couldn't get away from it."

He put away the token.

"Now it seems that this plan was made by you."

thump!

The immense psychological shock and the fear of his identity being completely exposed finally overwhelmed Tang Lie.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead striking the cold, grime of gravel. His voice was choked with sobs and desperate pleas for redress:

"Sect Master! This disciple...this disciple deserves to die! This disciple did not intend to conceal anything! Nor did I betray the sect! Everything this disciple did was for the sake of the Haotian Sect!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot:

"You've seen it all! What has the Haotian Sect become these past years? Closed-door policy! Cowardly retreat! Suppressing all grievances! They've even put aside their deepest hatred and willingly side with their enemies! This... this is no longer the Haotian Sect that once shook the world with a single blow! This disciple only... only wanted to awaken their fighting spirit! To let the Haotian Sect regain its proud and domineering spirit! This disciple... this disciple's loyalty to the sect is as clear as day!"

He roared.

Tang Chen looked at him in silence, and after a long while, he slowly spoke:

"A coward like a turtle is certainly not the way the Haotian Sect should behave."

These words were like a pardon, instantly easing Tang Lie's extremely tense nerves.

The old sect leader... actually acknowledged him?

An overwhelming sense of joy welled up inside me.

“I understand your intentions. I have no intention of blaming you. Seeing you today, it is clear that you have not done anything detrimental to the Haotian Sect. You did the right thing.”

Tang Chen's voice remained calm.

"But now, hand over your Holy Spirit Scroll to me."

"reel?"

Tang Lie was taken aback, but then realized that the old sect leader was referring to the treasure bestowed by the Holy Spirit Cult that contained mysterious power.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind in an instant—

What did Lao Zong want to do with the scroll?

Does he also intend to use that power?

But the old sect leader was already at the peak of the Peerless Douluo realm...

"It is no accident that Qian Daoliu was able to reach level 100."

Tang Chen seemed to see through his thoughts.

"Within the Hall of Spirits' offerings, there is a 'black flame.' That thing... contains unimaginable power. He must have comprehended the secrets of the black flame to break through that barrier."

He withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Tang Lie again, his tone resolute:

"Your Holy Spirit Scroll also contains primal power no less than that of the Black Flame. I need it. Only by reaching level 100 can I protect my Clear Sky Sect and... avenge today's blood debt from the Spirit Hall!"

Avenge the blood debt!

These four words instantly ignited the undying flame of revenge in Tang Lie's heart.

The old sect leader not only did not blame him, but also wanted to use the power of the Holy Spirit Cult to lead the Haotian Sect in a counterattack!

Without much hesitation, the last trace of doubt in Tang Lie's eyes turned into resolute determination.

Without hesitation, he took out a black scroll from his body.

He held it with both hands and respectfully handed it to Tang Chen.

"The scroll is here, please accept it, Elder Sect Master!"

Tang Chen took the black scroll.

As soon as I received it, I opened it.

In an instant, a surge of immense energy emanated from the scroll and flowed into Tang Chen's body!

In the blink of an eye, Tang Chen's aura had returned to its peak and was still rising.

finally--

boom!

An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted without warning, centered on Tang Chen!

He was even more powerful and domineering than when he fought against Qian Daoliu before!

Tang Lie was thrown away by the sudden, immense pressure, crashing heavily into the mountain rocks behind him. He spat out blood, but his eyes were filled with extreme shock and ecstasy!

He could clearly see that Tang Chen's originally weak aura, which was weakened by serious injuries, was rising steadily!

Level 100! This is true god-level pressure!

His Haotian Sect finally has a god-level expert!

The black energy storm lasted for several breaths before finally flowing into Tang Chen's body and disappearing, like rivers flowing into the sea.

He stood quietly in place, with no more energy leaking from his body.

But Tang Lie knew that the old sect leader in front of him had been completely transformed!

Tang Chen slowly opened his eyes.

He clenched his fist lightly, feeling the vast and boundless power within his body, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Sendou Ryu... your good days are over."

-

A few days later.

The broken mountain gate looked even more desolate in the morning light.

Tang Chen stood atop the ruins of the main peak, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the busy disciples and elders below.

Inside the side hall,

The medicinal smell was so strong it was almost overwhelming.

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao and Tang San lying on the simple bed, their breaths like candles flickering in the wind, and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

The sect's storerooms were searched thoroughly, and the rare medicinal herbs they found could only barely keep the father and son alive. The strange "resurrection" backlash was beyond the reach of ordinary methods to resolve.

Former site of the martial arts training ground

Although the rubble had not been completely cleared away, the crimson flames rose again on a relatively flat open space.

Tang Lie swung his Fiery Sun Hammer, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his forehead, but his eyes were more fervent and determined than ever before.

Before him, a group of young disciples, their eyes burning with fervor, gritted their teeth and endured a brutal ordeal far exceeding any they had ever faced before.

Bloodlust needs to be forged in even fiercer flames! The old sect leader has returned, and the sharpness of the Clear Sky Hammer will surely be stained with blood once more!

Amidst the ruins,

The surviving disciples silently moved the boulders and cleared the ruins.

The Haotian Sect is in dire need of rebuilding.

Of course, this is a story.

Chapter 134 The Island of Death

The azure sea was shrouded in a layer of grayish-white mist.

The fog was thick and stagnant, carrying an inescapable air of decay, heavily covering the once radiant Poseidon Island.

Qian Daoliu's figure broke through the thick fog and hovered above the edge of Poseidon Island.

He was surrounded by a pale golden glow.

After reaching level 100 and becoming a god, his perception became increasingly extraordinary.

However, the scene that came into his view at this moment made him feel a chill to the bone.

As far as the eye can see, the once lush island vegetation is now reduced to withered and gray branches.

Those coral reefs that were once adorned with pearly luster are now covered with a layer of lifeless gray.

Sparse numbers of Sea Soul Masters moved about among the shallows and reefs.

They are fishing.

However, his movements were stiff and his eyes were vacant.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them walking corpses.

In the distance, one can vaguely see the barren land that has been reclaimed, where several emaciated figures are using their soul power to barely cultivate a few withered crops.

"This... is still Poseidon Island?"