Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

Bai Zhaoyun's figure disappeared into the night, and the excitement on the Holy Spirit leader's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold sneer. He returned to the throne and picked up a glass of wine. The scarlet liquid looked particularly strange under the illumination of the night pearl.

"What are you laughing at?" An old and weak voice sounded in the mind of the Holy Spirit Leader, and the tone was filled with deep fatigue and unwillingness.

The Holy Spirit Cult leader took a sip of wine, and said with undisguised sarcasm: "My good master, you still have the mind to pay attention to the outside world? You should pay more attention to yourself!"

"You beast, what do you want in exchange for letting me go?" The old man's voice was filled with anger and despair.

The Holy Spirit Cult leader laughed loudly, his laughter full of madness and cruelty: "Let you go? I'm about to refine you into slag, and now you want me to let you go? Hahaha!"

"Do you really not care about the relationship between master and disciple at all? If I hadn't picked you up in the heavy snow that year, you little beast would have frozen to death!" The old man roared at the top of his lungs, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

“My dear master, stop flattering yourself.” The Holy Spirit Cult Master’s face darkened and his tone was grim. “You saved me back then because you saw that I had the twin martial spirits of light and darkness, and you wanted to take over my body!”

"If I hadn't held back and concealed the fact that I had a Devouring Martial Soul, I would have been possessed by you by now. How dare you dare to talk to me about mercy now?!" The Holy Spirit Cult Leader gritted his teeth and said, his eyes full of hatred.

"Xiao Hai, listen to me, things back then were not as you thought!" The old man tried to explain at the top of his voice, but was interrupted by the furious Holy Spirit Leader.

"Shut up! How dare you bring up the past again?!" The Holy Spirit Leader stood up abruptly and slammed the finely carved jade wine glass in his hand to the ground. The fragments flew everywhere, just like his mood at the moment, anger, sadness, and deep hatred.

"Back then?!" The Holy Spirit Cult Leader seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, his tone was as cold as ice, "Back then I trusted you so much, I regarded you as my only relative! I regarded you as my master, obeyed your orders, and wanted to share everything I had with you! But what about you?!"

He approached the imprisoned soul step by step, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it bone-chilling chill and overwhelming hatred.

"But you attacked me at the critical moment of my retreat, when my consciousness was at its weakest and I was least prepared!"

"You want to take over my body, you want to occupy my talents, you want to take everything I have for yourself!" The Holy Spirit Cult Leader's voice became louder and louder, and in the end he was almost roaring, "You have thrown away the friendship between master and apprentice, and the friendship between father and son. Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

“If it weren’t for my Devouring Martial Soul’s natural ability to restrain soul attacks, I would have sensed your intention the moment you invaded my sea of ​​consciousness, and I would have fought desperately, and finally comprehended the ultimate fusion technique of the Light and Dark Martial Souls, severely injuring you. You would have probably lived a new life in my body long ago!” The Holy Spirit Leader’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists, and his body was trembling slightly with extreme anger.

"I went through so much trouble to find you. Do you think I will let you go so easily?" The Holy Spirit Cult leader sneered, his eyes full of mockery and coldness. "I want you to watch me step by step towards the peak, and you can only become a part of my strength!"

The old man's psychological defenses were broken by the words of the Holy Spirit Leader. He pleaded in a trembling voice, "Xiao Hai, I really know I was wrong! Please, give me another chance! I can atone for my sins, I can help you! I can..."

"That's enough!" The Holy Spirit leader interrupted the old man impatiently, "You don't stand a chance anymore! I've already devoured 99% of your soul. Even if I let you go now, you won't live long. You might as well become my nourishment and help me break through to the th level of Ultimate Douluo as soon as possible!"

"Xiao Hai, there's something wrong with Bai Zhaoyun! He has a huge secret!" The old man suddenly raised his voice, his tone was urgent and a little crazy, "Let me go and let me take over his body. I will definitely get the secret from him. Then when the time comes, we can join forces as master and disciple and we will definitely be able to..."

The Holy Spirit leader raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? Do you think I didn't see that? He is too impatient. How can a master of a world be willing to be inferior to others? Why would he come to my small Holy Spirit Church to be a saint? It is obvious that he has other intentions.

However, since he dared to come, he must have some means to save his life. When I completely devour you and advance to the 99th level of Ultimate Douluo, I will be completely invincible on this Douluo Continent, and then..."

The old man felt the cold gaze of the Holy Spirit Cult Master, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered. He took a deep breath, his tone full of despair and determination: "Xiao Hai, don't force me! I admit that I am just a remnant soul now, and my strength is only one tenth of what it was. I am powerless to resist being devoured by you. But don't forget that I was once a third-level deity in the Douluo God Realm!"

At this point, the old man paused, as if recalling his past glory, with a hint of sadness in his tone: "I admit that I was greedy back then and wanted to take over your body and return to the top.

However, I failed and paid a heavy price for it. You hurt me so badly that my soul was almost completely devoured by you. I could only hide in that remote mountain village and survive. Now, you have devoured 99% of my soul essence. Even if you let me go, I won't live long. In this case, why do you have to kill me?"

The old man's tone became sharp, with a hint of threat: "Xiao Hai, I will warn you one last time, don't force me! Although I have been weakened by 99%, I am a third-level god in the Douluo God Realm after all, and there is still a trace of the power of the God Realm Law in my body.

If you really push me to the limit, I will explode myself and detonate the remaining power of the divine laws in my body. By then, even if you break through to the 99th level of Ultimate Douluo, you may not be able to escape unscathed!"

When the Holy Spirit Cult Leader heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter was full of disdain and ridicule: "Hahahaha, then you blow yourself up? Why don't you blow yourself up for me to see?

If it were a few years ago, when I hadn't yet reached the Titled Douluo realm, I would still be a little afraid of you. But now, you are a remnant soul with less than 1% of your soul essence left, and you dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me? You want to self-destruct for me to see? I want to see if the self-destruction of a remnant soul like you can hurt me in the slightest!"

When the Holy Spirit Cult Leader said this, his tone paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "What's more, I have already devoured 90% of your soul essence, and the power of your divine world law has long been refined by me.

What do you have to self-destruct? Just your little bit of residual soul power? How ridiculous! I tell you, your self-destruction is not a threat to me at all! I am now a level 98 peak Douluo, and I am only one step away from the legendary level 99 extreme Douluo!

After devouring the last of your soul essence, my Light Angel Martial Soul and Dark Angel Martial Soul have evolved to the god level, and my Devouring Martial Soul is about to evolve into a god level Martial Soul. By then, all three Martial Souls will be god level. Who else on this Douluo Continent can compete with me? I will become the only king on this Douluo Continent, hahahaha!"

When the old man heard the words of the Holy Spirit Leader, he knew that he had completely lost his mind, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered.

He sighed, his tone full of helplessness and sadness: "Xiao Hai, you have really changed! You are no longer the kind and upright Xiao Hai! You have been blinded by power and desire and turned into a complete lunatic!"

The old man took a deep breath and said calmly, "Since you insist on killing me, I have nothing to say. However, I still want to remind you that Bai Zhaoyun's Desert Death God Martial Soul is also a god-level Martial Soul! If you want to devour him, you must be careful, otherwise you will end up losing more than you gain!"

When the Holy Spirit Leader heard the old man's words, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, his tone full of confidence and disdain.

“Humph, so what if it’s a divine martial spirit? As long as it’s a martial spirit, I can devour it! If you and I devour it, it won’t be able to escape! I never thought that someone would take the initiative to offer a divine martial spirit to me for me to devour. God is really helping me! Hahahaha!”