Douluo Continent: The Holy Evil Emperor

As long as the target of Nightmare Douluo's revenge is not an important member of the Holy Spirit Cult that they cannot sever ties with, then so be it if he dies; neither of them cares.

Ye Qing finally got the answer she wanted.

Hey, wouldn't it have been better if he had done this earlier? He came here to establish his authority, using the Holy Spirit Cult as a stepping stone. It doesn't matter who dies, as long as the Holy Spirit Cult is willing to step on him.

Now that Long Xiaoyao has brought this stepping stone that Ye Qing had set under his feet, Ye Qing naturally won't continue to pester him.

As for the target of 'revenge'...

"Hmph, even if I turn to ashes, I will never forget that disgusting maggot!" Ye Qing roared with murderous intent, perfectly expressing his hatred for someone to the core and his desire to grind them to dust.

"I not only remember him, but also all the close family members who died at his hands. For thirty years, every single moment I've wanted to grind that disgusting maggot to dust!"

"Tang Tianri... An Yin... Your spirits can rest in peace now, because I will settle this blood feud today! That maggot that sucked your brain marrow, I will send him to hell today!" Ye Qing's expression was frenzied, and his extremely dark soul power seemed to engulf the world with his rage.

"Alright, alright, Lord Nightmare, please calm down." Long Xiaoyao quickly spoke up to soothe him. Damn, looking at it this way, the level of madness of this Nightmare Douluo is even greater than that of the Holy Spirit Cult's bunch of lunatics.

Long Xiaoyao was exhausted: "Maggots, right? Which maggot? Tell me clearly first, and I'll go and catch that maggot for you to kill later."

Do you know Xi Shui?

Facing Long Xiaoyao's gaze, Ye Xishui raised her head slightly and pondered for a moment, realizing that the Holy Spirit Sect did indeed have someone who fit the description.

Maggots that suck brain marrow... Isn't that Masked Douluo, the seventh elder of the Holy Spirit Cult?

"There really is one?" Long Xiaoyao was speechless.

The evil soul master wiped out someone's entire family and forced them to become evil soul masters, even becoming Limit Douluo level evil soul masters. Then, they turned around and attacked the Holy Spirit Cult, making it difficult for these two Limit Douluo level evil soul masters to deal with.

That's really a troublemaker. We should just get it out and crush it already.

Ye Xishui felt the same way.

Without much hesitation, Ye Xishui reached behind her and tore open a space to grab a bewildered, unlucky guy.

"is it him?"

"Roar—" The Demon Soul Bone Shark King let out a furious roar, flicked its tail and charged out of the dark clouds, heading straight for the Masked Douluo who was already terrified.

"It's you, you dog, you damned, disgusting maggot! Today I will tear you to pieces and extract your soul to pierce the Soul Cage!"

Masked Douluo: Huh?

Masked Douluo was dumbfounded. As a Title Douluo, he could of course see the terrifying battle between the three Limit Douluos. Now, this enemy, who even the Supreme Master and the Grand Elder, two Limit Douluos, could not defeat, was going to set him on fire?

No, you don't want that kind of thing!

"Misunderstanding, sir!" Faced with Ye Qing's murderous gaze, the Masked Douluo was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot. "How could I dare to lay a hand on you, sir? There must be some misunderstanding here!"

Masked Douluo still tried to struggle, after all, he really didn't remember whether he had done such a thing or not.

Or perhaps he simply couldn't remember how many people he had killed. Subconsciously, he believed he had killed them, but he didn't really care.

However, Ye Qing didn't care. Only those who wronged you would know how wronged you were. This unlucky guy was going to die anyway in the original story, so Ye Qing decided to send him to meet a certain third party in advance.

"Do you still remember them? Xiao Mu, Xiao Ka, Xiao Rong, Xiao Qing..." Ye Qing grabbed the Masked Douluo by the collar with one hand and said the names one by one with a distorted expression.

Masked Douluo: The Godslayer is Actually Myself.

"I...I don't remember!" Masked Douluo was on the verge of tears.

"It's alright, I'll remember it!"

"Die!" Ye Qing punched him in the chest, piercing through his chest, and said some heartfelt words before sending him flying. Dong Qianqiu then exhaled a breath of dark blue breath.

Even though he was a titled Douluo, he couldn't possibly survive an attack at the extreme level. His physical body was instantly destroyed, and his soul was pulled out and swallowed by Dong Qianqiu.

Ye Qing remained silent for a while before letting out a long sigh. With a wistful expression, he murmured, "With our great revenge fulfilled, let's leave it at that."

He patted Dong Qianqiu's skull and prepared to turn and leave.

At that moment, a glint flashed in Ye Xishui's eyes beneath his hood, and a bold idea popped into his mind.

She wanted to recruit Ye Qing into the Holy Spirit Cult!

Regardless of Ye Qing's background, there is no doubt that he is an evil soul master at the Limit Douluo level. The evilness of the Demon Soul Bone Shark King is astonishing even to Ye Xishui. Such a cold and deathly aura makes him seem like a born evil soul master.

If Ye Qing could also join the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Spirit Cult would have three limits in one sect, and there would be no worry about its great cause not succeeding!

"Please wait, sir!" Ye Xishui called out loudly. "If you have nowhere to go, why not join our Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Only we are a family!"

Chapter 241 The Supreme Elder is actually myself

Ye Xishui grasped a key point.

According to Nightmare Douluo, Masked Douluo is a blood feud he formed with thirty years ago. At that time, he had no power to resist Masked Douluo, otherwise he would not have watched Masked Douluo kill his relatives.

What was the cultivation level of the Masked Douluo thirty years ago?

At most, he's a Soul Saint!

This means that in just thirty years, the Nightmare Douluo has risen from a cultivation level below Soul Saint to the combat power of a Limit Douluo, which is enough to rival the combined combat power of her and Long Xiaoyao!

How is this possible?

After figuring out this crucial point, Ye Xishui was filled with shock. Only those who had truly reached level ninety-nine knew how difficult it was to break through to this realm.

She, Mu En, and Long Xiaoyao are all over two hundred years old, making them the oldest group of people in this era of Douluo Continent. In their time, only these three had reached the limit level.

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao were able to break through their limits because their talents and martial souls were strong enough. As dual holy dragons of light and darkness, they naturally possessed the potential to break through their limits. In addition, they had no shortage of resources to nurture them, which ultimately enabled them to reach this level.

Needless to say, Ye Xishui herself was not much better. Although her twin martial souls were good, she didn't dare to cultivate the Bright Phoenix at all. In terms of Blood Soul Demon Puppet alone, she didn't even have the qualifications to break through the limit. It was only after Zhongli the Old Ghost used his powers on her that she was able to reach the limit.

Thus, when she, Mu En, and Long Xiaoyao broke through their limits, they were all over a hundred years old.

Then look at Nightmare Douluo. How did he manage to cross so many levels and reach the limit in just thirty years?

The Nightmare Douluo has a secret, and a big one at that!

This secret concerns why Nightmare Douluo was able to break through so quickly, and this secret must be related to evil soul masters, otherwise he wouldn't look like an evil soul master, and might even be related to a god...

Ye Xishui was completely excited.

There aren't many things that can excite her, but the appearance of this Nightmare Douluo has made her extremely excited!

"If you are willing to join the Holy Spirit Cult, I am willing to honor you as the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, on equal footing with me, the Supreme Cult Leader, and Xiaoyao, the Grand Elder!" Ye Xishui raised her arm and shouted, her tone filled with fanaticism.

"With your joining us, our Holy Spirit Sect will be unmatched, with its three limits. Who could rival us? The entire continent will belong to us, becoming our Holy Spirit Sect's backyard!"

"Supreme Elder?" Ye Qing raised an eyebrow, his expression extremely strange as he turned his back to Ye Xishui.

Good heavens, the Supreme Elder is actually myself?

“That’s right, Grand Elder! As long as you are willing to join, you can mobilize all the resources of the Holy Spirit Cult.” Ye Xishui nodded and said meaningfully, “You should know that we are all one family. Only by uniting can we tear apart the hypocritical act of those Soul Masters and stand openly on the Douluo Continent.”

"Am I not standing openly and proudly on this continent?" Ye Qing turned around, looking at Ye Xishui with a half-smile. "With my strength, do I need you to provide me with protection?"

Your statement is utterly ridiculous.

“Since you don’t want to join, then leave. I won’t see you off,” Long Xiaoyao suddenly said.

He didn't actually want to see the evil soul masters grow stronger. He stayed by Ye Xishui's side only because of his feelings and guilt. But if this Nightmare Douluo joined the Holy Spirit Cult, the future landscape of the continent might really become the Holy Spirit Cult's backyard, just as Ye Xishui said.

At that point, the situation will be far more complex than simply being described as "rivers of blood."

The agonizing screams of the vengeful spirit will echo throughout the entire Douluo Continent. He will also suffer eternal inner torment, and every day he lives, he will have to repent to the innocent people who died at the hands of the evil spirit masters.

If possible, Long Xiaoyao would not want to see Nightmare Douluo join the Holy Spirit Cult.

If it weren't for Ye Xishui being by his side, he would have already started to have an attack, and he would risk his life to drive out the Nightmare Douluo.

"Long Xiaoyao!" Ye Xishui shouted in a deep voice, revealing her eerie blood-red eyes beneath her hood, staring intently at Long Xiaoyao.

“Xi Shui, you know me, I don’t want to see this happen.” Long Xiaoyao gave a bitter smile, his eyes meeting Ye Xi Shui’s with a complicated expression. “I’m already struggling to bear the guilt. Do you really want me to end my life because of guilt?”

Ye Xishui fell silent.

Instead, Ye Qing revealed a smile of interest, sat on Dong Qianqiu's head, took out a slice of watermelon, and ate it with relish.

Although he knew about the mess between Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, he rarely had the chance to actually watch the drama unfold. He never had the power to do so before, but now he had enough to be the one entertaining.

why not?

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao both noticed Ye Qing's strange gaze and suddenly felt like they were being pricked by thorns. As powerful figures in the world, how could they be willing to let others see their secrets?

But soon, Ye Xishui thought of a way to control Long Xiaoyao. She reached out and shook hands with Long Xiaoyao, her hoarse voice softening as she looked at him with affection.

"Xiaoyao, please help me one last time, okay?"

Long Xiaoyao's body trembled, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his bitter face. After glancing at Ye Xishui's pretty face, which was filled with pleading, he finally nodded with difficulty.

OK OK.

Ye Qing almost couldn't help but drop the watermelon and applaud. He was willing to call Ye Xishui the enhanced version of the Dragon Binding Rope!

Compared to Tang Ya's weak Blue Silver Grass modified into the Dragon Binding Rope, Ye Xishui's level is much higher. Even Long Xiaoyao, a Limit Douluo, was completely trapped by it. She said things like "a big stick and sweet dates" with nine truths and one falsehood, as if they were free.

How could Long Xiaoyao withstand Ye Xishui's control?

"I say, aren't you being too idealistic?" Ye Qing suddenly interjected. "I stopped only to see what you have to say, not to decide whether or not to join you. Whether or not I join is not something he can decide."

"Then will you join?" Ye Xishui's expression darkened slightly, no longer displaying her previous gentleness.

"Yes, I've joined." Ye Qing nodded.