Chapter 163: Scheme

The Fallen Soul Master's control over him has vanished, and he has regained a little wisdom.

His body's instinct drives him to sprint toward a certain direction.

He does not know where that direction leads, but he knows that there, there must be the power he needs.

His speed is great, surpassing that of a normal Six-ring Soul Emperor.

Ma Weisi surrounded the place with Soul Masters, thinking he had encircled all the Fallen Soul Masters.

"How many days have passed, and why haven't the Spirit Hall and the empire's support arrived?" Bai Baoshan furrowed his brows, sensing something amiss.

Not knowing how many Fallen Soul Masters the opponent has, nor the SoulMasterForce behind them, they do not dare to intervene lightly.

At minimum they need a titled Soul Fighter, or more than five Soul Fighters, before they would attempt extermination.

It is not only Bai Baoshan who feels something is wrong; Ma Weisi also has a sense of unease.

"Lord, something's wrong, an incident has occurred."

At this moment, a Soul Master covered in wounds appears before everyone, wearing the uniform of the Cheng Zhu Fu guard.

"What's happening? Speak quickly," Yue Yin stepped forward and asked.

The uneasy feeling in his heart grew more evident; when he described the situation in the city, everyone's expression changed.

"What did you say? Those products of the aberrant rituals have appeared inside Xinyue City?" Yue Yin's face turned grim.

As the lord of Xinyue City, he cannot shirk responsibility for this situation; he immediately led his subordinates back to Xinyue City.

Soul Masters dispatched by other forces, upon hearing this, could not sit still and rushed to follow Yue Yin back to the city.

"Wait, their interior must be very empty now; let me charge in and slay the Fallen Soul Masters here," Ma Weisi said, halting Yue Yin and the others.

"Then use your people from the Spirit Hall for this," many Soul Masters, having lost patience, ignored Ma Weisi's threat and followed Yue Yin back to Xinyue City.

The only thing Ma Weisi was relieved about was that a portion of Soul Masters remained; Soul Fighter Bai Baoshan also stayed.

"Start immediately; a swift battle and swift resolution," Bai Baoshan said.

"Fine."

A large number of Beastified Bodies appeared in Xinyue City; they could not continue to stall and had to force their way in.

It was expected to be a fierce battle, but in the end only dozens of Beastified Bodies stood dumbly in place;

All the Fallen Soul Masters were slain, the ground littered with shattered limbs, not a single intact corpse.

From their faces after death, it is evident they endured unknown torment while alive.

"Not good, return quickly!"

…

"Cough cough"

Zhi Lin hid away; a knife wound on him is being kept from healing by lingering soul power.

Originally he intended to return to Tiandou City to report the appearance of Fallen Soul Masters in Xinyue City to the Imperial House, but he was intercepted by two Soul Fighters.

It wasn't only him; elsewhere, Ma Weisi sent a Soul Saint back to the Spirit Hall to report the matter, but a Soul Fighter also intercepted him.

They only intercepted them, without harming their lives.

At this moment, they received a notice and left the place swiftly.

Zhi Lin sensed that the two Soul Fighters outside had left; after initial doubt and confirming their departure, he immediately sped back to Tiandou City, and the Soul Saint at the Spirit Hall in the other location did the same.

The Spirit Hall and the Tian Dou Imperial House received the notice in succession; soon after, the major SoulMasterForce factions also received the news almost simultaneously.

Xinyue City is about to be annihilated by Fallen Soul Masters; its citizens become blood food, and the city turns into a blood‑cursed wasteland.

How many years has it been since such a situation occurred?

The major forces find it hard to imagine that such a situation could arise within the Tiandou Empire.

And while everyone's eyes are on Xinyue City, the situation in Ancient Sword City is even worse.

The entire city has fallen into a deathly silence, with countless bizarre rituals appearing throughout the city.

Duolangbu, in his raw naked state, lies on the altar at the city's center, countless streams of blood converging toward the central altar.

"Huh"

In an instant, a blood‑red light enveloped Duolangbu.

Two yellow, two purple, three black! Seven Soul Rings manifested on his body; in just a few short years, he repeatedly raised his Soul Power Level, reaching Soul Saint.

But each of his Soul Rings bears a fine blood‑red pattern, filling them with a bizarre aura.

All living beings of a city will become their nourishment.

His Soul Power Level is skyrocketing.

His level‑73 soul power pulses, and the next second it breaks through to level‑74, then 75…

He is about to break through to level‑79, then to level‑80.

During this process, countless disordered voices murmur in his mind.

"Dad, tomorrow I will definitely awaken a powerful martial soul."

"I will definitely obtain a Soul Ring and become a Soul Master; once I become a Soul Master, I can receive the Soul Master stipend from the Spirit Hall."

"Damn it, it's that old guy again, I really wish I could kill him."

"……"

Countless voices appear in Duolangbu's mind, but he always manages to stay rational.

A faint blood‑colored light erupts from his skull, shielding his sea of spirit.

This soul bone has saved him countless times; even when he became a Fallen Soul Master, it is this bone that keeps his mind intact, preventing him from becoming a complete puppet.

At first, this soul bone was just an ordinary ten‑thousand‑year Head Soul Bone, with a lifespan of only ten thousand years, but after multiple evolutions, its lifespan reached eighty thousand years.

This sacrifice of the entire Ancient Sword City will surely evolve it to the ten‑hundred‑thousand‑year tier.

Then, having obtained the eighth Soul Ring and the ten‑hundred‑thousand‑year Head Soul Bone, his strength will reach a new height.

Duolangbu feels that in the future he has a great chance of advancing to the title of Douluo.

When that time arrives, he can, by his own strength, build a powerful force made up only of Fallen Soul Masters, overthrow the Spirit Hall, and need not hide.

Even though Duolangbu is now only a Soul Saint, he has already recruited a number of Fallen Soul Masters, who willingly serve him.

Fu is now present at the various bizarre rituals in Ancient Sword City; in the middle of each ritual stands a Fallen Soul Master, whose life force is gradually dissipating as the ritual proceeds.

Ning Qi Ye is in a corner of Ancient Sword City; behind him stands a man in blue, along with several Soul Douluos.

Zheng is silently watching Duolangbu's transformation; he has only seven Soul Rings, yet his aura makes every Soul Douluo present feel fear.

Especially the man in blue, who has watched Duolangbu grow from a low‑rank Soul Master to his current state; only by seeing it firsthand can one realize how terrifying a Fallen Soul Master is. This all‑out boost of Soul Power Level, surpassing the combat strength of ordinary Soul Masters, easily tempts Soul Masters to become addicted to the fall.

"When the ritual ends, act immediately and extract the soul bone."

"Yes."

This is a soul bone that is a hundred thousand years old; it would greatly enhance a Soul Master.

But neither Duolangbu nor Ning Qi Ye noticed a Beastified Body in the city; it was unusual, as if it were part of the ritual itself.

(End of chapter)