Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

Gu Lin Yuan is Long Yuan, this is a very serious matter.

He knew that Ning Rongrong had always looked down on Gu Linyuan, but was deeply in love with Long Yuan.

The people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School probably don't know Gu Linyuan's true potential yet, otherwise they would never have separated Ning Rongrong and Gu Linyuan.

It can only be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was indeed a bit unlucky.

"But I'm very curious. How did you manage to improve your cultivation to this level within a year?"

"Don't tell me you were already a Great Soul Master back in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin are not blind. They could easily see through your true cultivation level."

Zhao Wuji raised his head.

He felt that the person in front of him was a mystery in every way.

No wonder Zhu Zhuqing likes him, and Ning Rongrong likes him too.

Even he, who wanted to kill Gu Linyuan, was incredibly curious, so women were naturally even more so.

Once a woman becomes curious about a man, that's the beginning of her descent into infatuation.

Do you think I'd tell you?

Gu Linyuan scoffed.

"Then I'll cripple you first before I ask you anything."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Gu Linyuan snatched the external soul bone right in front of him, making him lose face terribly.

"You can't kill me."

"You are no match for me."

"If you leave now, I can let you go."

Ancient Linyuan Road.

In other places, given Zhao Wuji's strength, Gu Linyuan, while not afraid of him, wouldn't be able to kill him so easily.

But this is the Sunset Forest, a place where all kinds of creatures gather.

The abundance of life energy here is second only to the Starry Sky Forest.

Applying the power of life here is much more effective than outside.

In any field, only when released in the right environment can one unleash their full potential.

And this kind of gathering place for spirit beasts is undoubtedly such a place.

"Pfft."

"Gu Linyuan. I admit, you are a genius. But you are still only a Soul Venerable, far inferior to me."

"I, Zhao Wuji, actually admire you quite a bit. But your existence is a threat to Shrek Academy."

"I'm killing you not because I hate you, but because you're in our way."

Zhao Wuji's expression was solemn.

If he were to kill Gu Linyuan, he would leave a mark on the history of the Soul Master world. However, it certainly wouldn't be a good reputation.

……

Gu Linyuan raised his left hand.

The phantom of the ancient tree of life appeared behind him.

The ancient tree became even more solid, its trunk as thick as a thousand-year-old tree, and the patterns on its bark like the ravines of the earth, each one deep enough to see the bottom.

The tree canopy is like a giant umbrella, blocking out the sun. Emerald green light flows between the branches and leaves, like liquid jade, cascading down from the top of the canopy, flowing down the trunk to the roots, and then seeping into the earth.

Two black spirit rings rose from the ancient tree's phantom and slowly rotated around Gu Linyuan's left hand.

That's not the spirit ring of the Scepter of Destruction, it's the spirit ring of the Tree of Life.

He had previously only used the Staff of Destruction in battle, not because the Ancient Tree of Life was weak, but because he lacked suitable spirit rings. Now he does.

Tulips of exquisite beauty, and chrysanthemums of extraordinary charm.

Two immortal herbs and two ten-thousand-year soul rings endowed the Ancient Tree of Life with two brand-new soul skills.

Gu Linyuan's expression was indifferent as he looked at Zhao Wuji. His dark eyes held no murderous intent or anger, only a calm composure that bordered on cold.

"Second Soul Skill, Falling Petals".

The black spirit ring lit up, and the power of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum surged from the spirit ring, flowing along Gu Linyuan's arm into the phantom of the Ancient Tree of Life.

The branches and leaves of the ancient tree trembled slightly, and then countless chrysanthemums fell from the canopy.

This is not an ordinary chrysanthemum.

Each chrysanthemum is formed from pure life energy, with petals shaped like gears, sharp edges like knives, and a texture as hard as steel.

They spun rapidly in mid-air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like countless flying blades thrown with all their might.

The rotation speed increased, and the edges of the gears produced tiny sparks from friction in the air.

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could sense the power contained within those chrysanthemum gears.

It wasn't a domineering force that could reduce everything to nothingness like a scepter of destruction, but rather a more subtle yet equally deadly killing intent.

"Is this your strength? Gu Linyuan, I never expected you to be so powerful."

“But there is a huge difference in our soul power levels, so you can’t possibly beat me.”

He raised his arms to protect his head and face, and the phantom of the Mighty Vajra Bear solidified behind him.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle.

The first wave of chrysanthemum gears slammed into his arm, making a series of metallic cutting sounds.

Those gears left white marks on his skin.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth. His defense was already top-notch among Soul Masters of the same level. He could withstand even attacks from Soul Douluo-level Soul Masters.

But Gu Linyuan has not yet used his full strength.

Gu Linyuan stimulated the realm of life.

A verdant halo emanated from the leaf mark between his brows, spreading outwards like ripples.

Wherever the halo passed, vegetation grew wildly, vines intertwined, and the air was filled with a life energy so rich it was almost tangible.

The life energy of the Sunset Forest was forcibly absorbed by the domain, seeping out from the trees, the soil, the flowers and grass, and every inch of land, converging into a green torrent that surged into Gu Linyuan's body.

His soul power was recovering, what he had consumed was being replenished, and his spirit was rising.

In the Sunset Forest, he possessed an almost inexhaustible supply of energy.

"This is……",

"What the hell?"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed.

He knew the area; he had seen it recorded in books.

But those were all written on paper and passed down orally; he had never seen them with his own eyes.

Domain Soul Skills are powers that only those at the very top of the continent can possess, and are a threshold that only the best among Title Douluos can reach.

How could a Soul Master possibly possess a domain?

"How could it be a domain soul skill? How could you possibly possess such a thing!"

His voice was forced out of his throat, hoarse and dry.

"Because I am a monster. Doing things that ordinary people cannot do, that is what makes a monster."

"Although Shrek Academy is known as the Monster Academy, in my opinion, none of you can be called monsters. However, in terms of character and the degree of your perversion, you are all truly freaks..."

Chapter 76 The Death of Zhao Wuji Shocks Shrek Academy

"Damn it, they're so difficult to deal with."

Zhao Wuji suddenly had a bad feeling.

Gu Linyuan's methods are area-of-effect attacks, which completely counter Soul Masters with cumbersome martial souls like him.

The Mighty Vajra Bear's martial spirit circulated wildly within his body, and dark golden soul power covered his entire body, forming a thick layer of armor.

His defenses were pushed to the limit, and seven spirit rings spun rapidly around him—two yellow, two purple, and three black—their light intertwining.

Gu Linyuan did not answer.

He raised his left hand again, and the phantom of the Tree of Life swayed gently behind him.

The first spirit ring lit up again.

"First Soul Skill, Blooming Beauty Dance".

Golden petals drifted down from the canopy of the ancient tree of life.

Those were the petals of the Kira tulip, each one as thin as a cicada's wing, with edges as sharp as a knife.

They intertwined with the spinning chrysanthemum gears, a scene of hidden danger and sharp edge, the two kinds of petals dancing, swirling and cutting in mid-air, forming an impenetrable net of death.

Zhao Wuji is trapped in the net.

The petals and gears surged in from all directions, endlessly and without end.

He used his arms to protect his head and face, and his soul power to protect his entire body, relying on his thick skin and tough flesh to withstand the attack.

One wound, two wounds, ten wounds, a hundred wounds.

Each cut was shallow, just breaking the skin and causing a little blood to seep out.

But there were too many wounds. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, his clothes were riddled with holes, the strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, revealing the skin underneath covered with tiny wounds. The wounds were small, but very dense, covering his arms, shoulders, chest, back, and thighs in a dense mass.

He was like a person being cut into a thousand pieces; each cut was not fatal, but each cut was drawing blood.