Chapter 55: Pupillary Technique, Tsukuyomi! The Sharingan's Final Judgment
In the valley on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, the air was heavy enough to be suffocating.
Dark green spirit power intertwined with the aftershocks of pitch-black Nether Thunder, plowing deep, bone-deep gouges into the earth.
"Boom—!"
Du Busi's mountain-like Spirit True Body slowly retracted, his tiger-like eyes coldly looking down at the Nether Thunder Douluo paralyzed on the ground.
At the site of the deformed severed limb covered in dark purple sarcomas,
black blood was dripping down, corroding the surrounding vegetation...
"Old bastard."
Du Busi had already raised his massive palm, intending to crush this old dog's bones inch by inch.
But he suddenly remembered something, and his movements paused slightly.
In his view...
Ming Lei was the source of Lin Sheng's blood feud; this kind of Karma could only be severed by his Disciple personally to achieve the most flawless Dao Heart.
Just as he was about to mock Ming Lei, a sudden change occurred!
"Buzz—!"
The originally gray sky was instantly dyed a purgatory-like crimson.
The clouds were forcibly pushed aside by an invisible force.
A blood-colored Sharingan with a diameter of over a hundred meters actually opened out of thin air in the Void Realm, its Three Tomoe slowly rotating and stretching, transforming into an extremely eerie Mangekyo pattern.
"Teacher, next... let me kill him myself."
Lin Sheng's cold, low voice fell from high above, every word like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice from the Far North.
He appeared just like that, out of thin air!
His eyes, with the Mangekyo Sharingan active, appeared so bizarre.
Lin Sheng slowly landed beside Du Busi.
"Lin Sheng, how can this be!"
Du Busi's brow furrowed, his eyes full of worry.
"Even though you've reached a Breakthrough to level fifty, this Ming Lei, even if heavily injured, is still a genuine Titled Douluo."
"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse; the risk of you trying to kill him is too great!"
Lin Sheng tilted his head slightly.
Those Mangekyo Sharingan eyes, intertwined with destruction and extreme cold, stared fixedly at Ming Lei, his voice hoarse...
"Teacher, six years ago, he destroyed my home and slaughtered my village. If I cannot personally crush his skull today,"
"my, Lin Sheng's, Heart Demon will be hard to dispel in this life, and Golden Awakening will also be empty talk."
Feeling his Disciple's almost tangible, resolute killing intent, Du Busi fell silent.
He knew very well...
For any cultivator, obsession is the easiest thing to turn into a Heart Demon, and could even lead to Qi Deviation.
He slowly stepped back a few paces, his voice deep and heavy.
"Fine! In that case, I will hold the line for you. If he dares to try and take you with him, I will make him wish he were dead!"
...
"Cough... cough cough..."
Nether Thunder Douluo propped himself up with that hideous, deformed arm, barely standing up.
His twisted old face was full of incomprehension and madness.
He stared fixedly at Lin Sheng and let out a piercing roar!
"Little brat! I've killed countless people in the Holy Spirit Cult, but I've never seen someone like you! What deep-seated hatred is there between us that makes you haunt me like this?!"
"Haha... Hahahaha!"
Lin Sheng suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly.
The laughter was filled with desolation and violence.
He raised a finger, pointing at Nether Thunder Douluo's ugly face, and said word by word.
"Six years ago, on the border of the Heavenly Soul Empire, do you still remember the village that was ruthlessly destroyed during your clash with Elder Xuan?"
Lin Sheng's smile appeared somewhat distorted.
Blood-red light burst from his eyes!
Nether Thunder Douluo was slightly stunned, as a ripple surfaced in his dusty, blood-colored memories.
He remembered...
It was merely a coordinate he had casually wiped out during his long evil spirit career.
"So... it's the remnant of those ants."
The corner of Nether Thunder Douluo's mouth curled into an extremely sinister arc, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
"Good! Very good! Since you want revenge, then at worst, we die together today! Killing Du Busi's personal Disciple makes this life worth it!"
He knew very well.
With Du Busi on the side, he had no way out!
In that case, snapping the young man's wings before they were fully fledged would be his final madness!
"Even if I die, I cannot let this person grow up."
"To become an enemy of the Cult Leader!"
Killing intent was cold in Nether Thunder Douluo's eyes.
"Kill me? Are you worthy?"
Lin Sheng's gaze instantly dropped to freezing point. Without any nonsense, the unprecedented golden spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly burst with brilliant divine radiance.
"Sharingan, Visual Field Expansion!"
"Boom—!"
In an instant, the space within a thousand-meter radius seemed to be forcibly dragged into a strange dimension.
The sky was no longer a blue sky...
but a dome composed of countless slowly rotating blood-red Sharingan!
Nether Thunder Douluo was about to activate the Evil Thunder within his body, but he discovered in horror that his senses were rapidly fading.
"This is..."
Nether Thunder Douluo was stunned.
This...
Could this be a Domain skill?!
"Fifth Spirit Ability, Pupillary Technique... Tsukuyomi!"
Lin Sheng's Mangekyo Sharingan rotated at high speed, and his spirit power erupted with a boom!
Nether Thunder Douluo felt his vision go dark...
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a pure mental World!
The surroundings were no longer the Star Dou Great Forest...
but a dark red wasteland!
"Where is this? An illusion? Break for me!"
Nether Thunder Douluo roared frantically, trying to mobilize his spirit power.
"It's useless."
Lin Sheng's figure appeared out of thin air in front of him, holding a pitch-black long blade.
"In this World, space, time, mass, and pain—everything is governed by me."
Lin Sheng's voice was flat, without a single ripple.
"In here, even if seventy-two hours pass, it is only an instant in the real World."
"I will be here, returning all the pain you inflicted on that village to you, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."
"Puchi!"
Lin Sheng's blade pierced through Nether Thunder Douluo's abdomen.
"Ah—!!!"
That real, Soul-piercing pain caused Nether Thunder Douluo to instantly lose control.
In here...
the sense of pain is under the absolute control of Lin Sheng's Sharingan and can be magnified infinitely!
"Puchi!"
Lin Sheng's figure split from one into two, and two into four.
Countless Lin Shengs appeared on the wasteland.
Each one held a long blade, walking expressionlessly toward the Nether Thunder Douluo ahead!
"This is impossible! I am a Titled Douluo! How could your mental force... Ah!!!"
In the World of Tsukuyomi, the cultivation that Nether Thunder Douluo was so proud of was meaningless.
He could only watch helplessly as he was cut into a thousand pieces.
Burned by thunder and fire, frozen by ice and snow.
Every time he died, he would be resurrected a second later to face a new round of torture.
"Little animal, it's just some illusionary methods..."
"You can't kill me!"
Nether Thunder Douluo smiled sinisterly; after all, he was a Titled Douluo, and his mental force was definitely not weaker than Lin Sheng's, who was a Spirit King.
Even if heavily injured, facing this terrifying Pupillary Technique, Tsukuyomi,
he still had the ability to unleash one final strike!
"Little animal, die!"
Nether Thunder Douluo charged at Lin Sheng.
And Lin Sheng's left eye now bloomed with an incredibly eerie fluctuation; at this moment, it was as if everything had lost its meaning.
"I know that relying on Tsukuyomi to kill you is not enough."
"But do you know... all of this has already been recorded by me."
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