Douluo: Wuhun Qimen Formation, control everything!

The second team member also fell.

Just like the person before him, he screamed shrilly, his body rapidly withered, and finally collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The stadium was deathly silent.

In the preparation area of ​​Blue Electric Academy, a young man with bloodshot eyes roared as he was about to rush out, but was held back tightly by the captain beside him.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill that bastard!"

"Calm down! Going up there is just suicide!" The captain held him tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

No one in the audience could sit still anymore.

"This is a competition? This is murder!"

"Where's the referee? Is the referee blind? Call a foul on him!"

An angry roar came from all directions, aimed directly at the black-robed man on the field.

The referee finally made a move.

He walked over to the fallen Blue Electric Academy team member, briefly examined him, then stood up and raised his hand expressionlessly.

"Holy Spirit Sect, victory!"

These words completely ignited the anger of the entire audience.

"How dare he!" The captain of Blue Lightning Academy broke free from his teammates, rushed to the edge of the field, and roared at the referee, "He crippled all my teammates! Their meridians were severed! Isn't that against the rules?"

The referee turned to him, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"According to the competition rules, it's not considered a violation unless someone dies. Your teammate is still breathing."

And breathing.

These four words were like a bucket of ice water poured over the head of the Blue Lightning Academy captain, chilling him to the bone.

He knew that such rules existed; apart from not being allowed to kill, injuries of this degree were permitted in the competition.

But when that bloody reality is right in front of you, when it is your own fellow disciples and your own brothers who fall, that feeling is completely unbearable.

He looked at the black-robed man who was still standing still on the field, and then at the few pale-faced, trembling young players remaining in the preparation area.

Anger burned within him, but was suppressed by a deeper sense of powerlessness.

Charge forward?
Then, like the previous two disciples, will his cultivation be crippled, turning him into a useless person and bringing even greater shame to the academy?
The captain of Blue Electric Academy clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, oblivious to the blood flowing out.

“We…” he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

"Admit defeat."

These two words seemed to drain all his strength.

On the field, the man in black robes slowly turned his head, and from the shadow of his cloak, he seemed to let out a very soft, emotionless sneer.

Pity.

The Tang Clan's spectator area.

Beibei's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on Tang Ya's hand.

Tang Ya's hands were a little cold.

"Such domineering methods," she murmured to herself.

Beibei's heart sank.

Without Zhou Xuan's help, would Xiao Ya have ended up like this?

Thinking about this, he felt a wave of fear.

Shrek Academy.

"You beast!" Ding Kun slammed his fist on the railing in front of him, making a dull thud.

Ling Haochuan and Xu Yun also looked ashen-faced and simultaneously glanced at Xian Lin'er.

Xian Lin'er's expression was icy cold. She didn't speak, but the chill emanating from her body made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"Evil Soul Master!!!"

She was absolutely certain she wasn't mistaken; the smell made her instinctively want to vomit.

But there's nothing she can do. It's simple: she has no evidence. To be able to participate in the competition, she must have put on a good show.

Zhou Xuan rested his chin on his hand and glanced at the Holy Spirit Sect's rest area.

"Ha, they've really stopped acting altogether."

But it doesn't matter. The strongest opponent is just a Soul Emperor. With his current strength, unless a Title Douluo intervenes, no one will be his match.

He might have been a little scared when he encountered an evil spirit master in the past.

but now?

Should I avoid him?
The Holy Spirit Sect's bloody victory cast a somber mood over today's tournament.

The audience left with a heavy and subdued gait, and the chatter subsided considerably.

"The Holy Spirit Sect... these people are complete lunatics!"

"To directly cripple someone's cultivation is too cruel. Doesn't the Sun Moon Empire government care about this?"

The atmosphere was equally somber within the Tang Clan's courtyard.

The group sat together, the bloody scene from the daytime still lingering in everyone's minds.

“That’s definitely the work of an evil spirit master,” Beibei said in a deep voice.

He looked at Tang Ya and found her looking down at her hands, her expression focused, seemingly lost in thought.

"Xiaoya?"

Tang Ya snapped out of her daze and looked up: "Hmm?"

"Are you... alright?" Beibei's voice was filled with worry.

“What could possibly happen to me?” Tang Ya shook her head. “Their methods are indeed ruthless. That soul master from Blue Lightning Academy had his soul power drained almost instantly, and it also had the effect of eroding his meridians.”

A teammate standing nearby couldn't help but speak up, his face filled with indignation, "People like this deserve to be killed by everyone!"

Tang Ya glanced at him, then calmly looked away.

late at night.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest, but many were destined to be sleepless.

Tang Ya stood at the window of her room, gazing at the waning moon obscured by dark clouds.

She stretched out her right hand, and a slender black vine quietly emerged from her palm. The dark purple patterns on the vine were faintly visible in the dim moonlight, exuding an eerie beauty.

She could feel that since her martial soul mutated, her desire for power and her instinct for fighting had been amplified countless times. If it weren't for the cultivation technique given to her by Zhou Xuan, she might have become an evil soul master by now.
Seeing the methods of that person from the Holy Spirit Sect today, she felt not fear, but rather a secret... resonance.

It's as if she was supposed to be like that.

Just then, the light in the room dimmed without warning.

An extremely cold and sinister aura appeared out of nowhere behind her.

Tang Ya turned around abruptly, and the vines in her palm instantly grew larger, ready to unleash their power.

In the shadows of the room, two figures shrouded in black robes stood silently.

They were the same two people who had been watching the game from a corner of the stadium during the day.

"Don't be nervous, Sect Leader Tang," one of the figures said in a hoarse voice. "We mean no harm."

"A visit so late at night, it's probably not just a simple visit." Tang Ya's voice was icy, and six spirit rings quietly appeared around her, illuminating the entire room with flickering light. "Of course. We've come for Sect Master Tang's talent."

The hoarse voice continued, "Your martial soul is Devouring, isn't it? A power that can devour life force and soul power."

"Truly a perfect creation. Even a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass has evolved to such an extent in your hands. You are a true genius."

"The people on the mainland are ignorant and foolish. They fear powers they do not understand, they will call you an 'evil spirit master' and regard you as a monster in their hearts."

Those people at Shrek Academy talk about benevolence and morality, but the moment your power exceeds their control, they'll be the first to stand up and suppress, or even eliminate, you.

The hoarse voice was full of seductive power: "Look at what happened to Blue Electric Academy today, and look at the reaction of the audience. What they feared was never any evil spirit master, but pure, unrestrained power."

"And we are just like you."

"We are believers in power, and fellow travelers on the path to the ultimate."

"Join us, Tang Ya. Join the Holy Spirit Cult. Here, your talents will be unleashed to the fullest extent, and you will gain unimaginable power and status. You will no longer need to pretend, no longer need to suppress your instincts."

"Holy Spirit Cult..."

“That’s right.” The hoarse voice was full of pride. “The future continent will surely be ruled by the Holy Church. A genius like you should stand on the side of the victors, not accompany a bunch of hypocrites to their doom.”

Tang Ya remained silent for a moment.

The man in the black robe waited quietly; they had plenty of patience.

In their view, no one could resist such a temptation.

A Soul Master with a Devouring Martial Soul is like a fledgling eagle destined to soar through the heavens; how could it be content to stay in a chicken coop?

Finally, Tang Ya spoke.

"Are you finished?"

Her voice was very calm, unusually calm.

"If you've said your piece, then get out."

The two men in black robes were taken aback, seemingly not expecting such a response.

"Sect Leader Tang, you should think this through." The hoarse voice turned cold. "This isn't a request, it's giving you a choice. Don't make a mistake."

Tang Ya suddenly smiled.

"none of your business!"

She paused, raised her eyelids, and a purple hue seemed to flow deep within her black pupils.

"As for you..."

"They're nothing but a bunch of cowardly insects who hide their heads and tails, too ashamed to even show their faces. They dare to talk to me about power?"

The moment she finished speaking, her aura exploded!

Dozens of black vines, thicker than an arm, burst forth from the ground, walls, and ceiling, whistling through the air like a swarm of venomous pythons, instantly sealing off the entire room!

On each vine, the dark purple veins shone brightly, and the intense suction made the air in the room feel viscous.

The cloaks of the two men in black robes fluttered without wind, and an equally cold and deathly aura spread out, temporarily blocking the vines.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The hoarse voice lost all patience. He took a step forward, and a withered ghostly claw emerged from under the black robe.

But the next second, he and his companion froze.

A terrifying pressure descended upon the small room without warning.

This oppressive aura was not directed at Tang Ya, but rather precisely targeted the two men in black robes.

Their outstretched claws froze in mid-air, their bodies stiff as if frozen sculptures.

It wasn't just a simple suppression of soul power; it was more like a crushing blow from the level of life itself, making them tremble from the depths of their souls.

A cold female voice rang out at the doorway, devoid of any warmth.

"On my Shrek Academy's territory, to lay a hand on a child, you evil spirit masters are getting bolder and bolder."

Xianlin'er appeared at the door. She didn't even go into the room; she just stood there quietly.

But she alone was like an insurmountable mountain, suppressing the atmosphere of the entire room.

The two men in black robes trembled violently, and their auras beneath their cloaks instantly became chaotic.

"Shrek Academy...as expected, loves to meddle in other people's business."

The owner of the hoarse voice spoke with difficulty, his voice no longer carrying the previous seductive and fanatical tone, but only the shock and anger of having his identity exposed.

Xian Lin'er snorted and said no more.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine spirit rings rose one after another from beneath her feet, their dazzling light instantly illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.

Titled Douluo!

As Xian Lin'er stepped into the room, invisible flame patterns seemed to light up on the floor with each step she took.

"You dare to lay a hand on my students on my turf and then accuse me of meddling? You vermin, none of you will leave here alive today!"

Before she finished speaking, her seventh soul ring, the ten-thousand-year-old black ring, suddenly shone brightly! A clear dragon roar resounded through the night sky, and dazzling flames erupted from Xian Lin'er's body.

One of the two men in black robes let out a muffled groan, forced back half a step by the dragon's might.

However, the other man in black robes remained completely still.

He stepped forward, blocking his companion's path, and a powerful aura surged into the sky, forcefully withstanding Xian Lin'er's oppressive aura.

This aura was filled with the smell of death, forming a stark contrast to Xianlin'er's fiery and domineering nature.

"Shrek's Martial God Douluo, I never expected you to personally lead the team."

A hoarse voice came from under the black-robed man's cloak.

Immediately afterwards, nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red.

Another Title Douluo!
Moreover, his spirit ring configuration is even more bizarre than Xian Lin'er's. His second spirit ring is at the thousand-year level, and the rest are all ten-thousand-year level, with one even being a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!

The atmosphere in the room instantly became stagnant, as two completely different forces clashed violently.

Xian Lin'er's face darkened; she hadn't expected the other party to also be a Title Douluo.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, do you even dare to call me by my name?" Xian Lin'er's voice was so cold it could freeze into ice shards.

The fire shadow behind her became increasingly solid, its wings spreading out as if to burst the entire room.

The evil soul master Douluo sneered.

"Xian Lin'er, our trip is only to invite this Tang Sect Master, it has nothing to do with your Shrek Academy. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

"You dare to harm my Shrek students on my territory and then say it has nothing to do with me?" Xian Lin'er laughed angrily. "Today, neither of you will leave here alive!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was about to launch an attack, but the evil soul master Douluo was preparing to leave with the people next to him.

A battle at the Title Douluo level would be enough to raze this area to the ground. At that time, the official forces of the Sun Moon Empire would inevitably intervene. Although they have some connections with the Sun Moon Empire, they certainly wouldn't openly help them.

Their mission is to take Tang Ya away, not to start a war with Shrek here.

"Xian Lin'er, we will meet again." The Evil Soul Master Douluo's voice regained its hoarseness. "As for you..."

He turned to Tang Ya.

"Sect Leader Tang, our proposal is valid indefinitely. The doors of the Holy Church are always open for you. A genius like you shouldn't be staying at Shrek Academy." (End of Chapter)