In the scarred courtyard of the Old Site of the Tang Clan, the air was suffocatingly still.
After adjusting his condition, the Evil Soul Master did not choose to counterattack, but instead began to observe the surroundings.
His gaze darted back and forth between the emerald Dragon circling in the sky and the indifferent-looking Liu Yuan on the ground.
As an Elder-level figure of the Holy Spirit Cult, he was well-informed.
The young man before him clearly only had spirit power fluctuations of around level sixty, which would at best make him a slightly stronger ant within the Holy Spirit Cult.
Yet at this very moment, the Aura emanating from the other party actually made him, a long-renowned Titled Douluo, feel a tremor originating from the depths of his Soul.
Especially the Mega Rayquaza vaguely visible in the clouds; its pair of golden vertical pupils were like a deity looking down upon ants, and every gust of air expelled from its breathing seemed to slice through space.
"Wait... wait a moment!"
Feeling the sense of crisis that he might be decapitated at any moment, the Evil Soul Master's hoarse voice carried a hint of concession.
"This young friend, I am under the command of the Holy Spirit Cult's Elder Hall. This young girl possesses the Ultimate Darkness attribute and is a candidate valued by our Holy Spirit Cult."
"You and I have no past grievances or recent enmity, so why resort to fighting over a fallen Spirit Master?"
Liu Yuan stood in front of Tang Ya without even lifting his eyelids, merely preoccupied with sensing Tang Ya's chaotic Origin.
Seeing that Liu Yuan did not speak, the Evil Soul Master assumed the other party was weighing the pros and cons, so he mustered his courage and continued: "I can see your Spirit is extraordinary, and you will surely achieve great things in the future. If you are willing to show mercy today, consider it a favor owed to you by our Holy Spirit Cult."
"Leave a path for others, and it will be easier to meet in the future. On this continent, having one more friend like the Holy Spirit Cult is far better than having an extra mortal enemy, don't you agree?"
His tone was filled with veiled threats and inducements, a tactic commonly used by Evil Soul Masters—when they cannot win, they bring out the behemoth behind them.
However, he misjudged Liu Yuan's character.
What Liu Yuan hated most in this life was being threatened by others, let alone by a rat hiding in a gutter like this.
"Easier to meet in the future?"
Liu Yuan sneered and finally looked up, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "A thing like you, reeking of rot, should go meet in Hell instead. That place is more suitable for scum like you."
"Rayquaza, kill him."
There were no flowery words, only a command as cold as a blade.
"ROAR—!!!"
Above the sky, the previously motionless Mega Rayquaza suddenly moved!
A blinding green electric light instantly tore through the firmament, and the Old Site of the Tang Clan, which had already been shrouded in darkness, seemed to be forcibly split open by an aurora in that moment!
"Bastard! Do you really think I'm afraid of you!"
Seeing that Liu Yuan did not leave even the slightest room for negotiation, the Evil Soul Master instantly fell into desperate madness.
At this critical moment of life and death, he no longer hid his strength. The nine spirit rings representing the highest glory of a Titled Douluo—Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black—instantly rose from beneath his feet.
A terrifying Aura of dead silence erupted like a volcanic eruption, and a jet-black giant bone scythe appeared in his hand.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Myriad Forests of Death, Funeral of Dead Silence!"
He roared, exhausting all his spirit power to swing the giant scythe, and countless shrill, aggrieved spirits roared out, attempting to block the Dragon descending from the sky.
However, the next second, reality dealt him a heavy and desperate blow.
In the face of absolute power, all struggles were futile.
Mega Rayquaza's speed was too fast, so fast that space even began to overlap.
The Evil Soul Master's proud Ninth Soul Skill was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper caught in a gale before that brilliant green stream of light.
Before he could even swing the giant bone scythe, Rayquaza's long tail, covered in a metallic sheen and shimmering with mysterious patterns, struck the Evil Soul Master's chest fiercely like a swinging river of stars!
"BANG—!!!"
A dull, extreme impact resounded throughout the entire city.
The Evil Soul Master at the Titled Douluo level was like a kite with a broken string; his sternum caved in at a terrifying angle, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out wildly.
He flew horizontally like a cannonball, crashing through three courtyard walls of the Old Site of the Tang Clan, and finally smashed heavily into the ruins.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
The Evil Soul Master lay in the pile of rubble, trembling all over, his face full of horror.
He, a level ninety-one Titled Douluo, couldn't even withstand a single exchange with the opponent?
Without waiting for him to have any chance to catch his breath, a cold glint flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes: "Kill him."
ROAR—!
Rayquaza's figure disappeared again, instantly appearing above the ruins, opening its bloodthirsty maw, where countless gales gathered into an air cannon and shot fiercely downward.
RUMBLE—!
The entire Old Site of the Tang Clan trembled violently under this blow, with thick smoke and dirt flying everywhere.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, only a deep pit with a diameter of several tens of meters remained there.
The once arrogant Evil Soul Master had now completely turned into powder, and not even a single complete bone remained.
This style of combat, this crushing visual impact, left Tang Ya on the side completely dumbfounded.
She had originally been immersed in the despair of falling and the fear of the Evil Soul Master, but now, the nightmare that had plagued her was completely erased by Liu Yuan with a mere wave of his hand.
"Liu... Liu Yuan..." Tang Ya looked blankly at the youth who had landed back on the ground, her voice trembling violently. "Are you already this strong now?"
The scene just now had too great an impact on her.
That was a Titled Douluo!
On the Douluo Continent, a Titled Douluo was a symbol standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid, but in front of Liu Yuan's Spirit, they were as weak as a joke.
Liu Yuan turned around and waved his hand, retracting Rayquaza back into his body.
The originally domineering and fierce Aura instantly retracted, and he returned to that calm and composed appearance.
He looked at Tang Ya and smiled faintly, his tone so calm that it was as if he had just casually swatted a fly. "This is nothing."
Hearing these calm words, the shock in Tang Ya's heart did not diminish, but rather intensified.
She lowered her head bitterly, looking at her own hands covered in dark Blue Silver Grass, and muttered: "You have already reached a height I cannot attain, while I... have become this ghostly mess."
Liu Yuan looked at her, just about to speak to comfort her.
Just at this moment, that long-lost, textured System sound rang precisely in his Sea of Consciousness:
[Ding! Detected that the target Evil Soul Master has been executed, the Host has successfully rescued the mission target Tang Ya, mission accomplished with Perfection!]
[Congratulations to the Host! Obtained mission reward: Primal Kyogre exclusive god-bestowed spirit ring × 1!]
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