Chapter 230

Holy Spirit Elder let out an angry roar, simultaneously using his first and third soul skills; his hands, transformed into bone claws, enlarged again and grabbed toward Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin tiptoed, leapt high to dodge the strike, nimbly spun in midair, and his spear thrust down like a long dragon.

Holy Spirit Elder's heart jolted; he quickly raised both hands to his chest, trying to block the Golden Dragon Spear.

"Clang!"

The Golden Dragon Spear collided with Holy Spirit Elder's Martial Soul True Body, failing to shatter it instantly but leaving a crack on its surface.

On the giant skull face formed by Holy Spirit Elder, no expression could be seen, but the surrounding Holy Spirit disciples all turned pale.

This is a Martial Soul True Body, representing the core of Holy Spirit Elder's power, not something just anyone can easily injure.

Tang Wulin being able to do this already proves his strength; they, these petty foes, are hardly worthy opponents.

They turned their gaze to Gongyang Mo standing aside, their faces showing a fierce look.

This guy looks like a support-type soul master at first glance; although his six soul rings look intimidating, he surely isn't harder to deal with than Tang Wulin.

Noticing them looking at him, Gongyang Mo gave a faint smile, and the last black soul ring on his body, which had never lit up before, finally shone.

A burst of colored light shot out instantly, striking Tang Wulin in midair; a tremendous dragon's roar echoed through the Holy Spirit Sect branch, and Tang Wulin's aura surged to a terrifying level.

Gongyang Mo's sixth soul skill, Madness, costs him one hour of weakness afterward; for the next ten minutes, the target's boost effect will increase by a geometric multiple, usable only once per day and only on a single person.

Specifically, with the aid of his first five soul skills, Tang Wulin's all attributes increased by 100%; after receiving the boost from his sixth soul skill, his attributes would double again on that basis, reaching a terrifying fourfold increase.

What this means will soon be understood by these Evil Soul Masters with their lives.

"Boom—"

"Ah—"

As a tremendous roar rang out, Holy Spirit Elder let out a painful wail from his mouth.

Tang Wulin thrust his spear again; this time he could not block it at all, and his Martial Soul True Body was shattered by the Golden Dragon Spear.

Tang Wulin had shattered his Martial Soul True Body, but instead of rushing to kill him, he flashed forward to stand before Gongyang Mo, blocking all attacks for him.

While blocking the attacks, Tang Wulin also began launching attacks against the nearby Evil Soul Masters.

The Golden Dragon Spear waved rapidly in his hand, like a wandering golden dragon, wantonly devouring the lives of those nearby.

Slaughter—this is practically a massacre aimed at Evil Soul Masters.

In a distant age, no dragon dared to challenge a Dragon King who had a Rainbow Dragon as his Dragon Queen, for a Dragon King aided by a Rainbow Dragon is absolutely invincible.

Gongyang Mo's soul skill, if used on an ordinary person, would at most increase the original 160% boost to 256%; although it is also powerful, considering the usage restrictions and cost, it is not particularly extravagant.

But when used on Tang Wulin, the effect of this soul skill was astonishing.

With a fourfold increase, Tang Wulin's combat strength reached an astonishing level; none of the Evil Soul Masters present could withstand a single spear thrust from him, and they all perished under his spear.

In less than five seconds, all the Holy Spirit Sect disciples present were dead, leaving only a Holy Spirit Elder sitting on the ground, trembling.

Demon—only that word could describe Tang Wulin in his eyes; the image of him brandishing his spear and slaying enemies inevitably evoked the likeness of a war god wantonly slaughtering on the battlefield.

Seeing Tang Wulin approach, the Holy Spirit Elder couldn't help but let out a terrified shout, demanding: "Who, who exactly are you? Why are you attacking us? Do you know who you've provoked?"

Tang Wulin did not answer him; he simply raised his spear in silence, preparing to thrust.

However, a sentence from the Holy Spirit Elder at that moment caused him to halt his action.

"Don't kill me! I was also forced! Forced by Shilake Academy!"

"... Oh?"

The spear that Tang Wulin had originally thrust to stop before the elder's eyes halted, and he narrowed his eyes coldly.

"Why say that? Explain clearly."

The Holy Spirit Elder instantly clung to the words like a lifeline, pleading: "I originally only had a martial soul with a hint of evil nature; although I also needed to absorb bone marrow, I never absorbed human bone marrow, but substituted it with that of other creatures. Yet at some point, Shilake Academy issued a warrant for my arrest, labeling me an Evil Soul Master, making it impossible for me to stay in my hometown. Unintentionally, I heard about the Holy Spirit Sect and came to the Ri Yue Di Guo to join them; this is not my fault—blame Shilake if anyone must. Please, spare me, sir!"

Seeing the Holy Spirit Elder kneeling before him, tears and snot streaming, Tang Wulin said nothing more, only asking one question.

"Then, after joining the Holy Spirit Sect, have you harmed anyone?"

"..." The Holy Spirit Elder's voice barely paused, then he sobbed: "No, after joining the Holy Spirit Sect I am still... uh!"

Before he could finish his words, his body was pierced by the spear radiating golden light.

Feeling the Golden Dragon Spear draining his vitality, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Wh... at..."

"There's no why." Tang Wulin's voice sounded devoid of emotion: "No matter why you joined the Holy Spirit Sect, when you chose to ally with them and enhance your cultivation by harming lives, you are no different from other Evil Soul Masters, becoming a public enemy of humanity—do you think I should still spare you?"

Perhaps the Holy Spirit Elder is somewhat pitiable, but what about the people he killed? What about the victims' families? What about the countless ordinary people torn apart and left homeless under the Holy Spirit Sect's influence—are they not pitiable? If he lets the Holy Spirit Elder go here, who will give them justice?

If he lets the Holy Spirit Elder go here, and later this fellow continues to harm people, who will protect those he later targets? Therefore he must die here—this is both to protect those still alive now and to avenge those he once killed.

"Evil... demon..." the Holy Spirit Elder's eyes nearly burst, "You will surely... go to hell!"

Tang Wulin remained unmoved, ignoring him, and only exerted more force with his hand, dyeing the Holy Spirit Elder's body golden.

Soon, the Holy Spirit Elder, his whole body turned to gold, was reduced to ashes by the Golden Dragon Spear's devouring, leaving not a trace of residue.

By the way, the support-system mechanisms in Douluo Dalu are rather absurd; this becomes clear after attaining godhood.

Why did Tang San stop using the Blue Silver Emperor and Haotian Hammer soul skills after becoming a god? Because most of them are attack-type soul skills, their values were surpassed by the Sea God's divine skill, and lacking any special mechanism, they were naturally eliminated.

But Ning Rongrong and Xiao Ao are different; one has the Nine Treasure Divine Light to block destruction, the other has the Intestinal Replica duplicating the Asura Blood Sword—who would believe they are only second-rank gods?

This is also why Tang San and Tang Wulin's skill sets, which play with numbers, evolve extremely quickly, while Lao Huo relies on a single simulated spiritual detection move that lasts to the grand finale, because these two soul skills' mechanisms are truly heaven-defying.

Speaking honestly, Xu Lizhi of Douluo III is truly a pity; look at his two predecessors—Xiao Ao needs no mention, the Intestinal Replica, Golden Fly, Caterpillar, Diamond Intestine effects each more heaven-defying than the last; even He Caitou, who later had no trace of him midway, at least had an invincible golden cigar; only Xu Lizhi was born in an era of pure numerical addition, to the extent that his soul skills left no impression on me.

(End of chapter)