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Jing Hongchen stared hard at Du Busi, who was floating in mid-air, feeling a surge of anger rush to his head.

 If you asked him who he hated most in his life, Du Busi would be second—no one would dare claim first.

Du Busi led the Body Sect to raid Illustrious Virtue Hall, causing them heavy losses.

 But more than that, it completely humiliated Jing Hongchen.

 He never stopped thinking about getting revenge on Du Busi for this.

 Otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to work with Xu Tiannan and the others to target the Body Sect.

Now, Du Busi had swaggered right in front of him.

 Enemies always burn extra hot when they meet—Du Busi’s appearance instantly attracted all of Jing Hongchen’s firepower.

 The other Body Sect members didn’t matter at all; only by beating up Du Busi could he vent this hatred.

Jing Hongchen immediately armed himself and shot up into the sky.

 Countless metal gun barrels bloomed around him like a goddess scattering flowers, covering his body.

 Thousands of barrels made him look like a hedgehog, radiating intimidation.

Du Busi’s eyelids twitched as he shouted, “Jing Hongchen, you old bastard, what are you up to?”

 “Jumping out now—are you trying to collude with the Holy Spirit Cult?”

 “Oh, I get it. The Sun Moon Empire must already be in cahoots with the Holy Spirit Cult, so you, as the head of Illustrious Virtue Hall, are playing the pawn!”

Du Busi instantly seized the moral high ground, pointing fingers at Jing Hongchen.

 What was the Holy Spirit Cult?

 An evil soul master organization, hated by all!

 Even if some in the Sun Moon Empire had dealings with them, it wasn’t openly acknowledged yet.

 Otherwise, the pressure would be immense.

The fact that none of the Imperial Consecration Hall’s enforcers had come out to intervene so far already spoke volumes.

This was Radiant City!

With so many strong people fighting, how could the Sun Moon Empire’s experts not notice?

 But right now, the Holy Spirit Cult was everyone’s target, especially since the Ice God Palace had taken the lead against them.

 Anyone making a move now was essentially picking a side.

 And the Sun Moon Empire hadn’t decided to go all-in with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Du Busi’s words had pushed Jing Hongchen right into the storm’s eye.

Jing Hongchen, fuming, gritted his teeth: “Du Busi, cut the crap!”

 “I have nothing to do with the Holy Spirit Cult.”

 “Today, this is just personal. You need to pay for your Body Sect’s attack on Illustrious Virtue Hall.”

Du Busi picked his ear with his pinky and sneered, “What attack on Illustrious Virtue Hall? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 “I’ve never even been there. Don’t go falsely accusing innocent people!”

He brazenly denied it—what, do you have evidence?

 He was masked at the time.

 As long as he wore a mask, there was no proof.

Jing Hongchen’s neck bulged with anger, roaring, “Du Busi, stop pretending to be innocent!”

 “You can’t deny the blood debt you owe.”

 “Today, I will avenge the soul engineers who died at Illustrious Virtue Hall!”

Jing Hongchen didn’t waste any more words and directly attacked.

As a veteran Rank 9 soul engineer, Jing Hongchen went all out, his firepower overwhelming.

 Du Busi couldn’t ignore it and was forced to fight back.

Su Yu laughed, “Du Busi, you gotta pay your dues. Stay here.”

 “As for Zhongli Wu, let this young master handle him.”

Du Busi cursed inside—Jing Hongchen had gone berserk at the mere sight of him.

 So what if he’d raided Illustrious Virtue Hall? Wasn’t this reaction a bit much?

 Illustrious Virtue Hall lost over a hundred high-level soul engineers, but the Body Sect lost Titled Douluo too!

 He wasn’t this angry, so why was Jing Hongchen?

He grumbled inwardly while fending off the attacks.

In pure strength, Jing Hongchen was still weaker than Du Busi.

 But with his soul tools, Du Busi couldn’t shake him off quickly.

Seeing Su Yu’s gaze turn to him, Zhongli Wu’s eyes turn cold.

 As the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, to have people fighting over who gets to kill him—of course, he was furious.

 But right now, he was at his weakest.

Su Yu had used some strange method to turn the Bone Dragon King against him—his beast, refined for years, had betrayed him at the worst time.

 It caught him completely off guard.

The Bone Dragon King, burning its dragon soul, was about to drag him down with it, forcing Zhongli Wu into an awkward, desperate situation.

Seeing Su Yu raise the shining Golden Dragon Spear, Zhongli Wu barked, “Su Yu, do you want to go this far?”

Su Yu didn’t answer, his spear radiating icy killing intent.

Zhongli Wu roared, “Don’t think you’ve won! All Holy Spirit Cult members, come out!”

His furious shout, filled with soul power, echoed in all directions.

Suddenly, multiple auras erupted from deep within the city.

The Holy Spirit Cult, a top organization, was never simple.

 Just their Super Douluo numbered nearly ten.

Now, all their auras exploded at once, evil energy surging—like storm clouds over a city.

Shriek!

A sharp, piercing cry rang out, and a dark streak shot over.

 An evil aura surged, turning into a rampaging phoenix.

The evil phoenix spread its wings, evil fire blazing, flying straight for Su Yu like a fireball.

Zhongli Wu’s eyes lit up, shouting, “Feng Ling!”

Su Yu glanced over, raising an eyebrow.

 Feng Ling?

 Wasn’t she Yan Shaozhe’s ex...

Su Yu’s gaze grew playful.

“Impudent!”

The evil phoenix, like a meteor, dove at Su Yu.

 But just then, a pillar of icy blue light shot up from below.

Shui Lingguang’s entire body radiated chilling air, her brow marked with a shining blue sigil.

 A gorgeous ice phoenix spread its wings behind her, exuding ultimate cold and divine beast pressure.

Six black, and three red rings appeared—Shui Lingguang became a blue streak, intercepting the gray fireball midway.

The evil phoenix was forced back, shocked, and stared at Shui Lingguang. “Who are you?”

Shui Lingguang looked at Feng Ling with disgust, pure ice elements swirling around her, her ice phoenix flapping and calling.

“You’re not worthy to know!”

She rebuked, unleashing endless cold.

Feng Ling shuddered, crying out in disbelief, “Ultimate ice? How can this be?”

She never expected Shui Lingguang’s ice phoenix to be the ultimate ice phoenix, completely overpowering her evil phoenix in attributes.

Shui Lingguang snorted coldly, directly unleashing her Martial Soul True Body, turning into a brilliant ice phoenix.

In the sky, two phoenix cries sounded—one of ice, one evil—as they battled desperately.

But the result was clear: within thirty seconds, it was one-sided.

 The extreme cold completely suppressed the sickening evil energy.

Zhongli Wu was stunned.

 Utterly dumbfounded.

 His face darkened.

He thought Feng Ling would help, but she was blocked immediately.

 And the woman who stopped her was incredibly strong—also ultimate ice.

Where had the Ice God Palace found so many powerful people?

“Don’t be too happy! My Holy Spirit Cult has countless talents and strong fighters...”

Zhongli Wu still tried to sound tough, but Su Yu just pointed.

Zhongli Wu looked and saw that all the evil auras were being kept out of the city.

With his sharp eyes, he saw a burly, hulking man fighting a group of Super Douluo—slaughtering them!

“Haha, fighting! Awesome!”

That man, bearing the Titan Giant Ape, was like a superhuman.

 Attacks even Zhongli Wu dared not face, the man took head-on.

 He alone was beating up all the Holy Spirit Cult’s Super Douluo.

Zhongli Wu’s eyelids twitched. Who the hell was this monster?

 He looked more like a soul beast than a soul beast!

“Any last words?” Su Yu asked calmly.

“Who is that?” Zhongli Wu suddenly asked, sounding calm.

“Does it matter?” Su Yu replied.

“It does. I want to know exactly who’s targeting my Holy Spirit Cult,” Zhongli Wu growled.

Su Yu curled his lip. “Dead men don’t need to know so much.”

 “Zhongli Wu, it ends here.”

Su Yu raised his Golden Dragon Spear, and a golden dragon phantom appeared on its tip.

“Hahaha, kill me? Not that easy!”

 Zhongli Wu laughed wildly, the shadow of the Death God Puppet appearing behind him.

Vengeful spirits emerged, burning into ghostfire with shrill wails, then fed to the Death God Puppet.

“Bone Dragon King, you dare betray me? Then die!”

Zhongli Wu insanely detonated the Bone Dragon King’s dragon soul.

With his life beast destroyed, blood spurted from his seven orifices—he was gravely injured.

But now, Zhongli Wu had staked everything on one last gamble.

His face twisted, and he triggered a reaction in the evil phoenix being beaten by the ice phoenix—its soul power went out of control.

Flames burst from the evil phoenix, briefly pushing Shui Lingguang back.

“Ah!!!”

The evil phoenix turned back into Feng Ling, who started spewing blood.

Her body then suddenly, bizarrely, self-ignited; her flesh, soul power, and spirit burned all at once.

Su Yu’s gaze hardened. “You even control your lover—how ruthless.”

Feng Ling’s self-immolation was not voluntary.

 As the Holy Spirit Cult’s vice leader, she’d always been under Zhongli Wu’s control.

Zhongli Wu laughed maniacally: “To accomplish great things, you can’t sweat the small stuff. It’s her honor to sacrifice for me!”

Feng Ling screamed in agony as her body became a black-red orb of light, which shot into Zhongli Wu.

With Feng Ling’s power, his body turned dark red, the Death God Puppet fusing with him, his aura skyrocketing.

In a flash, he broke through a major barrier and ascended to a new realm.

“Die, brat!”

Zhongli Wu roared, venting all his rage.

“Young master, careful!” Shui Lingguang cried, rushing to Su Yu.

Facing this power-boosted Zhongli Wu, Su Yu’s expression grew grave.

“Since I got this, I’ve never used it. Today, you’re lucky.”

 “Let’s see how strong you are!”

He muttered, golden light flooding from his body, soul rings blazing.

Supreme Divine Art—Indestructible Diamond Body.

Ice Emperor’s Armor!

Ice Emperor’s Guard!

Ice Emperor True Body.

He stacked all his physique-boosting abilities at once.

Then, his second, fourth, and sixth soul rings all exploded together.

A force beyond words rampaged inside him, exploding out.

“Ah!!!”

Su Yu screamed as blood mist sprayed from his pores.

Two hundred-thousand-year, plus one fierce beast soul ring—three at once—how terrifying was that?

 Even Zhongli Wu, who’d briefly reached Ultimate Douluo, was horrified.

“This... This is impossible!”

“Boom!”

The two figures collided in mid-air; the next moment, it was like a mushroom cloud exploded, the wild energy clearing everything within hundreds of miles.

Su Yu was blown back, spewing blood, his face pale as paper.

His clothes were soaked in blood, his skin even cracked from the terrifying recoil.

“Young master!”

 Shui Lingguang rushed up and caught him, letting him rest in her arms.

Seeing Su Yu covered in blood, even his skin splitting, her heart ached, tears streaming down.

“Young master!”

“Not dead... won’t die... yet...”

 Su Yu said weakly, his eyes still fearful.

Detonating two hundred-thousand-year and one fierce beast ring at once—what power!

 Though he’d given his all, he could barely withstand it.

If he hadn’t previously unsealed the Dragon God’s seal of ultimate wind, strengthening his body...

 He might have died here today.

Blowing up soul rings was always incredibly dangerous, let alone with Su Yu’s insane ring mix.

 Three at once—the backlash was beyond imagining.