Chapter 47: Infiltrating the Evil Soul Master Stronghold, Nether Thunder Douluo Presides!
Following three Evil Soul Masters all the way, Lin Sheng arrived at the wasteland on the outskirts of Dragon City.
"The stronghold of these guys is truly hidden."
Lin Sheng's figure had completely vanished from the coordinates of reality, with only an extremely faint, almost nonexistent fluctuation of spirit power clinging tightly behind those gray-robed Evil Soul Masters.
"Lin Sheng, the spirit power reactions ahead are very chaotic; there are at least three Spirit Douluos, and many strong experts."
"Be careful! They also have spirit tools!"
Tianmeng Iceworm lowered his voice in the sea of consciousness, his tone unprecedentedly serious.
He was truly afraid that Lin Sheng would be blinded by hatred and go straight up to risk his life with these guys!
"Hmm..." Lin Sheng responded simply, his right eye suddenly opening to transform into the Mangekyo Sharingan, revealing a faint red glow in the darkness.
Passing through a pile of rubble, an underground entrance covered by a hidden spirit tool array appeared before his eyes.
Lin Sheng was like a ghost from the abyss. His figure flashed, and in an instant, he intercepted a lone four-ring Evil Soul Master.
"Sharingan Dōjutsu, Genjutsu Reading."
Lin Sheng's palm gently pressed onto the other party's crown, not even giving the opponent a chance to let out a scream. A terrifying mental force forcibly surged like a tidal wave into the opponent's sea of consciousness.
Countless memory fragments flashed rapidly through Lin Sheng's mind... The Evil Soul Masters' plan, the secretly constructed spirit tools... And that terrifying figure sitting at the head, his entire body wreathed in pitch-black Nether Thunder, Nether Thunder Douluo!
"Sure enough, he's here, Nether Thunder..." Lin Sheng snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.
Through the memories, he discovered an absurd and ironic fact: the reason this Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult was personally presiding over the Dragon City stronghold, besides the official business of gathering northern military intelligence, was that he actually harbored a twisted selfish motive...
He coveted the Sect Master of Dragon City's Earth Dragon Sect, Sect Master Nan Shuisui.
To Lin Sheng, this was no secret.
"Sect Master Nan Shuisui, huh..." Lin Sheng whispered.
He remembered that woman; the Earth Dragon Sect had an extremely high reputation in the north. It was just that when she was young, she had an ambiguous relationship with Nether Thunder Douluo, and even now, Nether Thunder Douluo still held peculiar feelings for Sect Master Nan Shuisui.
"Lin Sheng, don't be impulsive." Ice Empress's cold voice rang out in the sea of consciousness, carrying the majesty of a superior being.
"That is a Titled Douluo above level 90. Even though you now have the Sharingan and the second Ice Pupil with my origin as the foundation..."
"...there is absolutely no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. You are the one who will lead us to become gods; you cannot die in a gutter like this."
Lin Sheng took a deep breath, and his fingers, trembling from anger, slowly calmed down.
"I understand." Lin Sheng's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"My life must be preserved to personally sever Xuan Zi's head, and to take you all to see the scenery of the God Realm."
"But... today, Nether Thunder must pay the price!"
According to the memory search, stored deep within this underground stronghold was a batch of super-weapons that the Holy Spirit Cult had smuggled from the Sun Moon Empire: high-grade fixed spirit tool shells.
"It was supposed to be just a reconnaissance mission for important northern cities; why would these guys need to carry spirit tool shells..."
"Could it also be for a later plan?" Lin Sheng wondered.
If this batch of bombs were detonated in the center of the stronghold, the power... even if it couldn't kill a Titled Douluo, it would be enough to make that old dog Nether Thunder Douluo lose a layer of skin!
"Sharingan Dōjutsu, Reality-Illusion Conversion." Lin Sheng took a step forward, walking straight into the corridor filled with detection spirit tools.
The defense here was extremely tight. The air was filled with invisible infrared bands and mental force detection nets.
Once an unfamiliar fluctuation of spirit power intruded, the alarm would instantly spread throughout the entire stronghold.
"..." However, Lin Sheng's current state was extremely bizarre. Under the control of the Mangekyo Sharingan, his body seemed to exist in the gap between reality and illusion.
Those detection rays passed through his body as if passing through a mass of invisible air, without any feedback.
"Tsk tsk, awesome, Lin Sheng. Your dōjutsu is truly a natural-born assassination artifact." Tianmeng Iceworm exclaimed.
Lin Sheng nodded. He held his breath, sensing the cold, dead energy all around him.
"..." From the cells on both sides of the corridor, faint moans could be heard from time to time; these were civilians captured to be used as sacrifices for cultivation.
The blood-red color in Lin Sheng's eyes grew even more intense. Although he didn't consider himself a savior, the tragic sight before him constantly reminded him that the cancer of the Evil Soul Masters deserved to be eradicated even more than the hypocritical rules of Shrek.
"The guards inside are extremely strict." "But... they cannot stop me."
Passing through three heavy alloy doors, Lin Sheng finally arrived at the lowest level of the warehouse.
In those huge lead-gray boxes, twelve fixed spirit tool shells were neatly arranged. Their levels were not low.
If detonated, it wouldn't affect Dragon City, but it would be enough to reduce this Evil Soul Master stronghold to ashes!
"There really are quite a few good things here." This level of explosive power was enough to raze several miles to the ground.
"Found them." Lin Sheng stood before the pile of bombs, his figure slowly solidifying from the void. As he looked at these mechanical creations shimmering with a cold, metallic luster, a cruel arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Boom—!" The Mangekyo Sharingan began to spin at high speed. The blood-red light flowed as if it were substantial, and an invisible mental fluctuation quietly condensed.
"Lin Sheng, are you sure you can avoid being discovered before you make a clean getaway?" Ice Empress asked.
"I have a way to leave, don't worry." Lin Sheng replied.
A moment later, the surfaces of all the spirit tool bombs looked intact, but the internal spirit power circuits had already been tampered with by Lin Sheng. As long as he used his Sharingan dōjutsu to cut off the mental connection, the entire stronghold would turn into a huge blood-red firework!
"Done." Lin Sheng took one last look at the room in the core area of the stronghold that exuded a powerful aura. That was the direction where Nether Thunder Douluo was located.
"Nether Thunder old dog, this is just the first installment of interest. Your life is temporarily stored on your neck; one day, I will come to collect it myself."
Lin Sheng's figure became blurry again, disappearing into the cold air.
Just as he was about to leave the entrance of the stronghold, an incomparably tyrannical mental fluctuation swept across; it was the pressure belonging to a Titled Douluo.
"Hmm?!" "Something's wrong!" A roar came from deep within; Nether Thunder Douluo seemed to have sensed some insignificant sense of incongruity.
Lin Sheng's figure remained motionless. Nether Thunder Douluo was still uneasy; he instantly appeared in the place where the spirit tool bombs were stored. Just as he stepped inside, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Those spirit tool bombs, which would ignite upon touch, were now completely wreathed in a special blood-red mental fluctuation. That light... had actually condensed into the shadow of a pair of blood-red pupils!
"This... what is this?!" Nether Thunder Douluo felt his scalp tingle; something was terribly wrong.
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