Douluo, about my journey from a soul beast to a human

Gan Jia, who was hidden under the black robe, used the 'leap' skill to eject from the ground and was sandwiched between Sera and Feng Xianglin.

And the reason why Gan Jia delayed taking action for so long was really a helpless move.

He could save Feng Xianglin, but he didn't want to expose his strength in broad daylight.

Therefore, he could only find something to cover up his appearance.

But there were only some changes of clothes in the inventory, and I had never prepared anything like covering my face before.

It wasn't until he searched the entire square that he finally forcibly 'borrowed' a mask from the face of a passing pedestrian.

Although the mask looks a bit shabby, it is enough as long as it can cover the appearance. It is a disposable thing anyway.

Seeing Sera's powerful and heavy claws approaching in an instant, there was no trace of panic on Gan Jia's face.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently moved his index fingers. The sharp threads at the fingertips, as sharp as cow hair, suddenly slashed towards Sera's shoulder joints.

There was no abnormal sound at all, and the 'thousands of' sharp threads left a bright red line of blood on Sera's shoulders.

Just when Sera looked surprised and marveled at how the stranger appeared in front of him, Tujue's own pincers seemed to be out of control and shot towards Gan Jia rapidly through inertia.

"This..."

Sera, who looked frightened, turned pale in an instant as she watched Gan Jia firmly catch her claws with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable scream came from her mouth, resounding throughout the world.

"what--!"

"My hands! What did you do to me?!"

Seeing the blood spurting out from the broken parts of both claws, a heartbreaking pain instantly swept through Sera's body.

After landing, Gan Jia weighed the claws in his hand and said to himself:

"It's quite heavy..."

He casually threw his paws aside, looked up at Sera who was almost fainting from pain, and said:

"Now we can sit down and talk."

Sera hung her body upside down and used the thorn scorpion tail hanging on the Qiyao Flying Sword to avoid falling to the ground.

She bit her lip tightly, feeling severe pain that made her face twist and her body tremble unconsciously.

She stiffened her neck, held on to her last bit of strength, and roared:

"I want you to die! I want you to die! The Pope will definitely avenge me!"

Are you so resentful... Gan Jia's face, hidden under the mask, couldn't help but become tense.

He frowned tightly, glanced sideways at the members of the Soul Capture Cult who were about to fight Feng Ren, and jumped up again without hesitation.

This time, he controlled the thread and headed straight for Sera's thorny scorpion tail.

In Sera's horrified eyes, the scorpion tail quietly broke into two pieces.

"The Pope will definitely avenge me!"

With an angry cry, Sera's body plummeted to the ground.

With a muffled sound, Sierra's mutilated body fell to the hard ground, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

However, even though Sera was on her deathbed, she was still mumbling to herself.

"You will die...The Pope will definitely avenge me..."

It was a beautiful thought... Gan Jia smacked her lips and walked slowly to Sera's side.

He kicked the dying Sera with his foot. Seeing that there was no reaction at all, he shook his head slightly.

When those members of the Soul Capturing Cult saw Sera in such a miserable state, they couldn't help but feel worried, and they all wanted to flee.

In their opinion, Sera, whose strength is comparable to that of a Titled Douluo, is powerless to fight back against the mysterious man. Those of them whose soul power is only at the Soul Saint level may find it even more difficult to compete.

At this moment, they ignored Sera's previous instructions, ignored Feng Ren who looked determined, and hurriedly fled.

"Isn't it too late to run now..."

Gan Jia's eyes glanced towards the direction in which the members of the Soul-Taking Cult were escaping, and his figure instantly disappeared on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, screams sounded from all directions.

As the members of the Soul-Calling Cult were thrown back to Sera one by one by Gan Jia, Feng Xianglin, who was in mid-air, with a look of panic on his face, floated down next to Sera.

"Senior...Senior...you are..."

Gan Jia dragged the last congregant, walked slowly back to Sera, and responded with a hoarse voice:

"You will know what you are supposed to know. If you are not supposed to know, don't be so curious, lest you get killed."

Feng Xianglin swallowed subconsciously. Faced with Gan Jia's slightly threatening words, he only dared to nod in response and did not dare to say anything more.

Seeing Feng Xianglin standing aside obediently, Gan Jia nodded with satisfaction and said:

"I was passing by this place and saw someone fighting here, so I wanted to come over and see the excitement.

But what I didn't expect was that there were such evil people in this world who were willing to dedicate their souls to the evil god in order to gain power.

If everyone was like this, what would the world look like?

Today's young people really do anything to improve their soul power. I'm really disappointed! "

He glanced at the melon-eating soul masters who were watching from a distance, straightened his body and shouted loudly:

"It's understandable that you want to improve your soul power. No one wants to do nothing all their lives.

But if you dedicate yourself to the evil god in order to improve your soul power, it will not only stain your own lives, but also destroy the world!

That’s all I’ve said, it’s up to you how you choose! "

Gan Jia, who was hidden under the black robe, used the 'leap' skill to eject from the ground and was sandwiched between Sera and Feng Xianglin.

And the reason why Gan Jia delayed taking action for so long was really a helpless move.

He could save Feng Xianglin, but he didn't want to expose his strength in broad daylight.

Therefore, he could only find something to cover up his appearance.

But there were only some changes of clothes in the inventory, and I had never prepared anything like covering my face before.

It wasn't until he searched the entire square that he finally forcibly 'borrowed' a mask from the face of a passing pedestrian.

Although the mask looks a bit shabby, it is enough as long as it can cover the appearance. It is a disposable thing anyway.

Seeing Sera's powerful and heavy claws approaching in an instant, there was no trace of panic on Gan Jia's face.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently moved his index fingers. The sharp threads at the fingertips, as sharp as cow hair, suddenly slashed towards Sera's shoulder joints.

There was no abnormal sound at all, and the 'thousands of' sharp threads left a bright red line of blood on Sera's shoulders.

Just when Sera looked surprised and marveled at how the stranger appeared in front of him, Tujue's own pincers seemed to be out of control and shot towards Gan Jia rapidly through inertia.

"This..."

Sera, who looked frightened, turned pale in an instant as she watched Gan Jia firmly catch her claws with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable scream came from her mouth, resounding throughout the world.

"what--!"

"My hands! What did you do to me?!"

Seeing the blood spurting out from the broken parts of both claws, a heartbreaking pain instantly swept through Sera's body.