Douluo Huo Yuhao: My Clone is Too Self-Disciplined

Chapter 286 The Poor Soul Douluo, All-Star Lineup (Part 2) (Please Subscribe)
Wanhun Douluo looked at Moxi with a puzzled expression, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace, and then asked, "Holy Son, what's going on? Are all these your friends? Are they all going to acquire soul rings?"

Wanhun Douluo never expected that these people were sent by Moxi to deal with him, after all, these people were about the same age as the Holy Son.

Although he couldn't see through the Holy Son's aura, the Holy Son's current strength wasn't even that of a Soul King, so these young people, despite their special temperament, couldn't possibly be that strong.
He ruled out the only correct option, and assumed that the Holy Son had brought his friends to him to obtain the Soul Rings together.

Although there were too many people, it was his honor to serve the great Son.

After all, the Holy Son is one of the most esteemed figures in the sect, even the sect leader treats him with great respect. It is said that the Holy Son is even the offspring of that being.

His status was even more prestigious than that of the cult leader.

Therefore, he naturally had to treat it well.

Mo Xi did not speak, but responded to Wan Hun Douluo with a simple slash.

Under the shocked gaze of Wan Hun Douluo, all six of Mo Xi's companions launched an attack at him, and then surrounded him.

"Your Highness, what are you doing? Are you perhaps joking with me?"

Wanhun Douluo remained respectful, after all, Moxi was of noble status and he couldn't afford to offend him.

But if he can't afford to offend them, can't he at least avoid them?

Evil Soul Masters are mentally unstable, and the more powerful their Martial Soul, the more unstable their minds become. He himself is an Evil Soul Master, so he understands this.

He didn't think killing was wrong; he just thought the Holy Son was having a fit and wanted to kill, which was why he did such a stupid thing.

As long as he doesn't provoke the Holy Son and obediently takes the beating, if the Holy Son still wants to kill him, he will run far away.

In any case, he absolutely cannot lay a hand on the Holy Son, otherwise he will die sooner or later.

The Evil Emperor is the second strongest expert on the entire continent. Anyone who dares to offend him will only face death.

He is a demonic spirit master, but he is not stupid.

"I want you to die!"

Mo Xi coldly uttered these words, and then he grasped a long sword in his hand. The sword emitted black and white energy, looking both strange and powerful.

Upon hearing Mo Xi's words, the expressions of the others also became serious, at least not as casual as before.

Although Wan Hun Douluo wanted to laugh when he heard Mo Xi's words, he ultimately held back.

These six people are all the same age, and Ding Tian is no more than a Soul Emperor. Yet they dare to boast that they want to kill him, a Title Douluo-level evil Soul Master.
The reason people fear evil spirit masters is because they are invincible among ordinary people of the same level.

Even if an evil soul master encounters a genius soul master, they can still use their evil power to fight back, and it is not impossible for them to defeat the genius soul master.

The power of evil spirit masters is undeniable. Their evil spirits naturally amplify their strength. Because they never fight alone, the spirits of evil spirit masters generally possess powerful auxiliary attack capabilities.

For example, the Soul Douluo's martial soul is the Myriad Soul Banner, which is an extremely powerful evil martial soul that can refine the souls of humans and soul beasts, driving them to fight for him.

The most powerful soul within his Ten Thousand Souls Banner is none other than the soul of a mermaid princess who is 100,000 years old.

Since the Holy Son and these little guys want to play house with him, he'll play along.

The reason they wanted to kill him wasn't because they looked down on the Holy Son; his strength ranked among the top twenty in the entire Holy Spirit Cult, making him extremely powerful. The Holy Son's wishful thinking was ultimately doomed to fail.

“Holy Son, I am not made of clay, and you cannot kill me as you please. I will not lay a hand on you; you can do whatever you want with me. In any case, even if you go back and complain to the sect leader and that other person, I will still be on the side of justice.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Xi chuckled and said, "What makes you think you have a chance to go back?"

Ten Thousand Souls Douluo: What?
Why do you, a nobody who's not even a Soul King, have the audacity to say such things to an evil Soul Master at the Title Douluo level?
Wanhun Douluo almost laughed, but at the same time, he was filled with extreme anger. If it weren't for that bastard Moxi having such a powerful backer, he would have killed him long ago.

Evil spirit masters are never good-tempered; he has reached his limit of patience.

"Your Holiness, since that's the case, there's nothing more to say. Bring it on!"

As soon as Wan Hun Douluo finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck him—it was that lightning kid from before.

As soon as Yuwen Tuo unleashed his lightning, an anxious expression appeared on his face. "Hurry up and kill him! Princess Vina is about to bring me food again. It wouldn't be good if she found out I wasn't here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yao's voice rang out, "Yes, I'm in the army now, I have no choice. Hurry up, it'll be hard to explain if we get caught."

Upon hearing this, the second-best in the world coldly replied, "Then let's finish this quickly!"

The Second Best Under Heaven is just here to cover for us. No matter what, as long as he's there, the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo won't be able to escape.

As for the real battle, that should naturally be left to the other five people; after all, he was just a researcher.

Upon hearing the words "second in the world," everyone immediately activated their martial spirits. Yuwen Tuo's martial spirit had always been in an activated state. He now possessed a complete set of soul bones, giving him extremely strong physical attributes.

And in just a moment, the Thunder Armor was attached to his body.

Like a war god bathed in thunder.

He charged towards the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo first. During the charge, the power of thunder on his body grew stronger and stronger, and then a huge thunder giant appeared.

"Thor's Wrath"

The terrifying Thunder Giant instantly conjured a giant thunder hammer and a thunder longsword in its hands, and slammed them down on the seemingly insignificant Ten Thousand Souls Douluo.

Wanhun Douluo was astonished. Was this an attack that could be unleashed at this age? Were you kidding me? This was even more powerful than a Martial Soul True Body.

This level of strength barely qualifies him to take action. This Holy Son is indeed a Holy Son; birds of a feather flock together, and he gathers a group of geniuses—no, freaks.

The Soul Douluo released his Soul Banner, which was shrouded in black mist. Soon, countless low-level vengeful spirits flew out from it and flew madly toward Yuwen Tuo.

Although they are low-level vengeful spirits, each of them possesses the strength of a Soul King.

Not to be underestimated!

But just as these little ghosts and vengeful spirits were about to reach Yuwen Tuo, he was surprised to find that he had lost control of them.

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(End of this chapter)