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The young man who approached Meng Hongchen was quite the conversationalist, clearly well-versed in the ins and outs of Jialing City. He took her to explore several local spots after leaving Night Bar.
He was a seasoned player in the art of romance, and those cheesy sweet nothings rolled off his tongue with incredible naturalness and fluency. However, Meng Hongchen felt a surge of nausea at his words, as his appearance fell far below her standards for a partner. Her toes curled against the ground in discomfort, and she only managed to endure by imagining Ling Bai was the one confessing his feelings to her.
Darkness cloaked the night as the young man and Meng Hongchen strolled through the streets of Jialing City. Several times he tried to hold her hand or put his arm around her waist, but she deftly evaded him each time without making it obvious.
The young man did not seem to mind; after all, his purpose was not to take advantage of her. With a gentle smile, he said, "Miss, the night has grown deep. It is time we shared a wonderful evening together."
"I hope you won't let me down," Meng Hongchen replied, her tone laced with playful jest.
"Of course. I hold the highest expectations for you as well, Miss."
The young man's lively banter kept the atmosphere warm and never allowed for a dull moment. He rose to his feet and made a gentlemanly gesture, inviting her to follow.
The path the young man led her down went neither toward an adult-themed hotel nor a lavish villa, but only into a dark and secluded alley. Meng Hongchen appeared relaxed on the surface, but her inner vigilance slowly heightened.
The area around this small path was excessively quiet. The two of them disappeared at the end of the road, as if swallowed by the boundless night.
"Is this your first visit to Jialing City, Miss?" the young man suddenly asked.
"Mm. This place holds the remnants of an ancient battlefield, so I wanted to see it for myself," Meng Hongchen answered casually.
The young man abruptly halted. His facial expression twisted slightly with a mix of excitement and disdain as he said, "You just arrived in Jialing City and you are already seducing men left and right? Including me, you've left with four different men in four days. The sin of lust upon you is truly thick..."
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black. Circles of spirit rings rose from beneath his feet. These six spirit rings, surpassing the usual limit, indicated the young man's identity as anything but ordinary. A bloodstained hook chain appeared in his hand.
Meng Hongchen did not become nervous or flustered. Instead, she calmly said, "I heard that quite a few beautiful women have died in Jialing City recently. That was all your doing, wasn't it?"
"They deserved it!"
The young man completely tore off his hypocritical mask, revealing the true face of an Evil Spirit Master. He twirled the blood-soaked Soul-Reaping Hook Chain in his hand, his voice suddenly rising sharply:
"Look at you! Such tender skin, a flawless figure, a beautiful face as if personally crafted by God. But why, are you just as lewd and promiscuous as they were!
Fortunately, this works in my favor. I've uncovered a secret buried in Jialing City for ten thousand years. By offering sinful souls as sacrifices, I can control them! I will become invincible, unmatched in this world!
Those women died for a good reason; who asked for their souls to be so full of the sin of lust!"
Just as the young man was about to attack, he abruptly froze. He saw a pair of terrifying blood-red pupils. Meng Hongchen's wine-red hair was now dyed an eerie pale white color.
Red Eyed Ice Toad Manifestation!
"So, you finally confess, Evil Spirit Master, Soul Reaper…"
Meng Hongchen gave a cold laugh. The young man instantly bent like a drawn bow and flew backward; he had been struck by a vicious high kick to the groin!
Any male creature struck in its vitals would be in agony, and the Evil Spirit Master was no exception. The young man half-knelt on the ground, howling miserably. His cries echoed far down the wind, enough to bring sorrow to any who heard it.
Meng Hongchen felt not a shred of pity for this Evil Spirit Master, whose hands were stained with dozens of innocent lives. She leaped up, delivering a soaring kick that landed squarely on the wrist gripping the Soul-Reaping Hook Chain.
Landing on one foot, she used the momentum to spin, her short skirt flaring like a blooming lotus. Her fair, straight leg brought up a fierce wind. This time it was a roundhouse kick. The sound of the young man's brow bone cracking was heard as he flew three meters into the air on the spot and landed in the mud, completely losing his ability to resist.
After Meng Hongchen completed this series of actions, she disdainfully wiped the blood from the tip of her shoe. Two figures emerged from the darkness. Xiao Hongchen stared at the young man's twisted face.
"You dare insult my sister?"
A knee strike sent the young man's face erupting in a spray of blood. He immediately let out a miserable, wolf-like howl, snot and tears mixing in a crimson mess.
Ling Bai handed Meng Hongchen a long outer robe and casually reminded Xiao Hongchen, "Evil Spirit Masters have bizarre abilities. To be safe, don't leave a whole corpse. The more shattered, the better."
"Suits me just fine."
Xiao Hongchen grinned and produced a Class 7 Spirit Cannon. The bone-chillingly cold metal was pressed against the young man's forehead. The air vibrated lightly as a golden-red light brewed within the cannon's muzzle.
"Between us, who is truly the Evil Spirit Master?"
On the brink of death, the Soul Reaper stared at Ling Bai, who had given the order, and spat out a question that pierced straight to the soul.
Boom—
Intense, blazing light illuminated the dark path. The Class 7 Spirit Cannon fired at point-blank range. Not even dregs of the Soul Reaper remained, as he transformed into a gust of air that drifted away with the night breeze.
Somewhere outside Jialing City, a gloomy mist shrouded the land. Within the fog, two shadowy figures trembled for an instant.
"Brother, that little fellow trying to summon us with lustful souls is dead."
"It is somewhat regrettable. We became Rakshasa's subordinates after our revival through that woman's Rakshasa divine power. The Rakshasa God governs all the world's evil thoughts, and we need those wicked souls to recover our strength from ten thousand years ago..."
"Brother, let's go see which bastard did this!"
"Mm."
After obliterating the Soul Reaper with one shot, Xiao Hongchen showily blew the white smoke drifting from his Class 7 Spirit Cannon. Just as he was about to say a few boastful words, he turned his head and saw Meng Hongchen complaining about being cold and asking Ling Bai for a hug.
"Cold, my ass!"
Xiao Hongchen angrily dragged his sister away. An Ice-attribute Spirit Master, and she claimed to be cold from wearing slightly fewer clothes? She couldn't even come up with a reliable excuse!
"You sure meddle a lot!"
Meng Hongchen flung off her brother's hand and gracefully glided to Ling Bai's side. In a soft voice, she said:
"Now that the Soul Reaper has been dealt with, let's stay in Jialing City for a few more days and visit the ancient battlefield where Gods fought Gods ten thousand years ago.
Legend has it that among the Four Gods, the Angel God is the origin of the Seraphim bloodline. Perhaps you can find some legacy left by the Angel God."
"Alright."
Ling Bai nodded slightly. He had never intended to leave Jialing City quickly anyway; he wanted to see exactly who was waiting for him.
Meng Hongchen excitedly clenched her small fists. As long as they did not return to Shrek Academy, she would have ample opportunities to climb into his bed.
Based on her observations, Ling Bai was definitely not some old-fashioned prude who guarded his chastity like a treasure. Otherwise, after accepting Ma Xiaotao, he certainly would not have allowed women like Dugu Lin to approach him.
Therefore, understanding that Ling Bai was willing to accept more women, she began to harbor her own little schemes.
She secretly glanced at her brother, Xiao Hongchen, who was watching her like a hawk, then lowered her eyes, deeply considering finding an opportunity to knock out her brother to prevent him from interfering with her home-run plan…
Boom—
A pale flash of lightning streaked across the sky. All three simultaneously looked up. White lightning branched out, covering a large expanse of the dark sky, followed by the deafening roar of a thunderclap.
Xiao Hongchen squeezed himself between Ling Bai and Meng Hongchen, ignoring his sister's murderous glare, and muttered, "It's about to rain. Let's head back to the hotel and rest."
No sooner had his voice fallen than the downpour arrived as if on cue. The entire Jialing City blurred under the curtain of rain. Each pale, dazzling flash of lightning stamped the shadows of things onto the ground as if painted in thick ink. In the sky above, the shadows of two uninvited guests merged with those of the trio.
This was a pair of brothers who looked almost as if they were cast from the same mold. Both were elderly men with white hair and beards, appearing to be over eighty years old. Each held a staff that was over three meters long with a golden dragon coiled around it. At the top of each staff, two yellow, two purple, and five black—a perfect nine-ringed combination—spirit rings glowed.
"Coiling Dragon Staff..."
"Super Douluo..."
The pressure in that instant made the Hongchen siblings feel as if they could not breathe. This was definitely not something an ordinary Titled Douluo could achieve. The Hongchen siblings judged that the two elderly men's spirit power far surpassed their grandfather Jing Hongchen's, as well as that of nearly all the Class 9 Spirit Guidance Masters of the Sun Moon Imperial Academy. They were at least Rank 96.
Xiao Hongchen stared fixedly at the two Super Douluo, while Meng Hongchen subconsciously covered her red lips. Immense fear erupted in both siblings' hearts simultaneously. In their panic, they turned to look at Ling Bai beside them; at this moment, he was their anchor.
"What do we do?"
Meng Hongchen lowered her voice. Her Class 6 Spirit Battle Armor had already enveloped her delicate body. Although it was as fragile as paper before a Super Douluo, it gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible sense of security.
"Coiling Dragon Staff... Rank 96 Titled Douluo... Jialing Pass. These couldn't be the two I remember, could they?"
Ling Bai said softly. If these two Coiling Dragon Staff Super Douluo really were who he thought, then things were about to become interesting.
"Who are they?"
Xiao Hongchen half-squatted, a third leg extending from his rear, and metal bumps emerged on his back as the Three Legged Golden Toad quietly manifested. Countless Spirit Core Arrays floated around him.
"Do you know about Spirit Hall?" Ling Bai asked.
"We came across some information on it while investigating the Seraphim."
Xiao Hongchen replied honestly. "It was a super-faction established by the first Angel God. For a very long time, it was the sacred land for Spirit Masters on the Douluo Continent, even surpassing the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires. In the end, it was destroyed by Sea God Tang San and the Heaven Dou Empire."
"Ten thousand years ago, Spirit Hall had seven great Worships. Each one was a Super Douluo above Rank 95. Among them, the Sixth Worship and Seventh Worship were brothers. Their Martial Spirit was the Coiling Dragon Staff, their spirit power was Rank 96, and their titles were Fifteen Ton and Falling Devil respectively."
"You little ones certainly have some knowledge, recognizing us brothers' identities just from our Martial Spirit and spirit power..."
Falling Devil Douluo grinned. "Tell me, who killed that Spirit Emperor who offered us so many wicked souls?"
"I did."
Xiao Hongchen puffed out his chest and raised his head, daring to take responsibility.
"The young man has some backbone at least."
Falling Devil Douluo nodded in satisfaction, then his tone shifted. "But you cut off one of my paths, so I must return the favor with a strike of my staff. If you can withstand it, this matter will be over, and I will let you leave Jialing City. If you cannot...
Remember to be more careful in your next life."
Xiao Hongchen blinked in a daze. The next moment, the whistling shadow of the Coiling Dragon Staff reflected in his eyes. He instantly remembered his current predicament. Six spirit rings instantly lit up, and every Spirit Cannon on his entire body fired at maximum output!
The Spirit Cannon blasts landed on the Coiling Dragon Staff, stirring up scattered sparks. But how could Spirit Guidance Devices below Class 9 possibly stop a Super Douluo? The Coiling Dragon Staff pressed down against the cannon fire, its shadow still expanding in Xiao Hongchen's vision. An unimaginable pressure erupted, shaking the entire Jialing City. Xiao Hongchen was like an ordinary toad, able only to wail and await death as disaster loomed!
In the face of absolute strength, the Spirit Guidance Devices he prided himself on were utterly useless. As the sense of death approached, Xiao Hongchen instinctively flailed his arms, as if trying to delay its arrival.
A high-pitched sound cut through the air, like a sword's edge slicing through water, leaving a distinct mark. A golden domain expanded at extreme speed, enveloping this patch of sky.
The pressure on Xiao Hongchen's throat eased; the suffocating force had been blocked by something. He collapsed to the ground, then looked up—and realized someone had truly stepped in front of him!
Seraphim!
Ling Bai!
Having narrowly escaped death, Xiao Hongchen felt an inexplicable urge to cry as he looked at that brilliant, radiant figure amidst the lightning and thunder. He grabbed Meng Hongchen's hand and sighed, "Sis, I will never again stop you from pursuing him."
Meng Hongchen pulled Xiao Hongchen to his feet with a cold huff, "Idiot brother, if only you'd said that sooner. Isn't it a bit late now?"
The two Super Douluo, Qian Jun and Jiang Long, had arrived menacingly. Whether they could escape with their lives today was unknown!
"Worship Qian Jun, Worship Jiang Long, your names have long preceded you."
The golden light of the Angelic Domain swept across the skies. Ling Bai stood at its center, wielding the Angel Sword, his six angelic wings beating slowly behind him. Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red—his six spirit rings and six-winged form caused Fifteen Ton Douluo's pupils to shrink to the size of pinpricks.
Bang—
Falling Devil Douluo staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself, a look of astonishment on his face. The violent trembling of the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand indicated that he had not gained much of an advantage in the earlier clash with the Angel Sword.
"Seraphim..."
Both Titled Douluo reached out, touching the Angelic Domain as if reminiscing about past glorious days. Suddenly, a purple-black aura erupted from their bodies. Their immense spirit power forcibly tore open the surrounding Angelic Domain. The dragon souls coiled around their Coiling Dragon Staffs seemed to come alive, their dragon eyes fixed on Ling Bai, continuously releasing overwhelming draconic might.
A trace of doubt flashed across Ling Bai's brow. He had thought that after Qian Jun and Jiang Long saw the Seraphim, even if they didn't bow their heads in allegiance and call him Young Master like the Strength Clan did to Tang San, they would at least not be so hostile, and both sides could sit down and talk things over.
Things did not seem to be going as smoothly as he had imagined. The fighting spirit of the two Spirit Hall Worships was still surging, and Ling Bai even sensed an evil aura within their spirit power.
The evil aura felt extremely familiar to him, very much like the Death Abyss Spider Emperor! Or rather, like that Rakshasa God who had fallen ten thousand years ago!
Fifteen Ton Douluo gazed at Ling Bai, his tone exceptionally complex. "You look so similar to Xue Er. I should have remembered when I saw your face...
You've returned... You actually came back...
And you've become so strong, much stronger than Big Brother and Xue Er were at the same rank. I believe you are definitely the hope for reviving the Angel Clan...
But I am very sorry. Having been revived after ten thousand years, we can no longer defy that woman's orders. And her order is, as soon as we see you...
Capture you alive, immediately!"
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Title: Worships from Ten Thousand Years Ago, Fifteen Ton Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo
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