To Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, these two old dogs, Wang Chen had always kept a little notebook in his heart.
Back then, if it weren't for his strength, he would have long since died under the ambush of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.
Now that Wang Chen's strength was unmatched under the heavens, it was naturally time to settle scores—pay back every grudge and every grievance.
Next year's today would be the death anniversary of Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui. No one on the current Douluo Continent could stop the people Wang Chen wanted to kill!
Through the images of time regression, Wang Chen easily found the direction in which Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao had taken the Holy Spirit Cult away from Star Luo City.
Then, Wang Chen opened a spatial passage, took one step, and vanished from the skies above Star Luo City.
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Above the three western provinces of the Star Luo Empire, Wang Chen's figure emerged.
Wang Chen did not bring the Sun Moon Empire's army with him because, to him, the Sun Moon Empire's army would only slow him down.
Moreover, with Wang Chen's strength, he did not need the Sun Moon Empire's army in battle.
The only use of the Sun Moon Empire's army was to wait until Wang Chen had destroyed the Holy Spirit Cult, the royal families of the three original Douluo kingdoms, Shrek Academy, and many top-tier sects.
They would then be responsible for occupying and controlling each city, waiting for the subsequent officials of the Sun Moon Empire to govern and complete the true unification.
Simply put, Wang Chen would deal with the hard bones, while the others handled the trivial matters.
Wang Chen stood in mid-air, his divine sense spreading out like tidal waves in all directions, sweeping over every inch of land.
Because the soul power contained in the bodies of the two Ultimate Douluo, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, was extremely abundant and conspicuous, Wang Chen located the two of them almost instantly.
However, while searching for Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, Wang Chen also witnessed the tragedy unfolding in the three western provinces of the Star Luo Empire.
One evil soul master after another was wantonly slaughtering unarmed ordinary citizens who possessed no soul power.
The entire three western provinces seemed to have been dragged into hell—corpses littered the ground, and the mournful, desperate wails and cries never ceased.
Any normal person with even a trace of conscience who saw such a scene would feel uncontrollable sympathy, pity, and rage.
Wang Chen did not claim to be a good person, but upon witnessing such an anti-human spectacle, the killing intent in his heart could not help but boil.
"Evil soul masters deserve to die!!"
The evil light in Wang Chen's brow shone brightly, with magnificent silver-white power of space-time flowing within.
Immediately afterward, a vast divine sense as immense as the firmament condensed within the Evil Eye.
Under the effect of the powerful spiritual external attached soul bone, the Evil Eye, the divine sense transformed into a powerful spiritual attack.
A golden beam of light burst from the Evil Eye at Wang Chen's brow, then rapidly split into several thousand thin golden rays.
Each golden ray possessed power sufficient to kill a Title Douluo.
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Inside Qingyang City, a white-robed evil soul master was laughing maniacally as he thrust his palm into the chest of a seventh elder.
Just as he was reveling in the pleasure of wantonly taking lives,
a golden ray struck his forehead with lightning speed that left no time to react.
"Boom!"
Under a spiritual attack capable of killing a Title Douluo, the white-robed evil soul master's sea of consciousness shattered instantly, his soul extinguished.
Even his body rapidly withered and aged, then, as if it had been dead for hundreds or thousands of years, turned into a handful of dust that scattered onto the ground.
The children of the slain elder stared in shock as the murderer of their father—who had been so powerful that they could not resist—suddenly turned to dust.
One by one, they stood frozen, tears streaming down their faces as they cried out, "Heaven has eyes! The gods above have finally sent down heavenly punishment upon these beasts!"
All the evil soul masters in the entire city froze at the same moment, their souls extinguished in the same way, their bodies turning to dust.
The strongest black-robed deacon in the city, a Soul Sage, frantically mobilized his soul power and spiritual force in a desperate attempt to resist.
But how could he withstand Wang Chen's might? He didn't even manage to let out a single wail before turning into flying ash.
As every evil soul master in Qingyang City was killed, the ordinary citizens of the city erupted into fervent cheers.
They danced with joy, tears in their eyes; some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed toward the sky.
This scene was not limited to Qingyang City—Qingyang City was merely a small microcosm.
In every city across the three western provinces of the Star Luo Empire where evil soul masters were rampaging, all evil soul masters turned to flying ash, never to be reincarnated!
Wang Chen's divine sense swept through the three western provinces like heavenly retribution. In an instant, thousands of evil soul masters were reduced to ashes.
He gazed coldly toward the direction of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters.
At this moment, Wang Chen's killing intent toward Ye Xishui grew even denser.
After grasping the laws of time, anything that had happened in the past could be known to Wang Chen through time regression if he wished to know.
Naturally, Wang Chen was fully aware of the Holy Spirit Cult's anti-human slaughter plan.
Although the proposal had come from an elder of the evil soul masters, without Ye Xishui's approval, the proposal would never have been implemented.
As the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Xishui bore primary responsibility. Her body was stained with sins too numerous to record, utterly intolerable by heavenly law. Calling her the public enemy of mankind would not be an exaggeration.
Never before had Wang Chen wanted to kill someone so badly. Ye Xishui, this old dog, had succeeded in achieving that.
"Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, you two old dogs can rest assured—I won't let you die too easily. If I let you die too quickly, how could the countless wronged souls agree!"
A silver-white spatial vortex appeared once more. Wang Chen stepped into it, and his figure instantly appeared in the sky above a sinister, massive black palace.
This palace was none other than the new headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
More than a dozen evil soul masters on patrol for the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters saw a stranger suddenly appear in mid-air and immediately flew up, demanding, "Who are—"
But before they could finish their sentence, their bodies froze in place.
Wang Chen didn't even glance at them. These Soul Emperor and Soul Saint-level evil soul masters shattered like broken porcelain in mid-air, exploding into blood mist.
Wang Chen did not attempt to conceal his aura. Terrifying soul power and spiritual force surged like a raging sea in all directions. His mere presence shattered space and changed the color of the heavens and the earth.
Deep within the fortress, Ye Xishui, who had been cultivating, abruptly opened her eyes: "Xiaoyao, a powerful enemy!"
Long Xiaoyao instantly appeared beside her. The two rushed out of the secret room and saw exactly Wang Chen standing in mid-air.
"Wang Chen?! It's you!" Ye Xishui's pupils contracted sharply; she recognized Wang Chen's identity at a glance.
Upon seeing Wang Chen, Ye Xishui's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Toward Wang Chen, the culprit who had killed her and Long Xiaoyao's descendant, her hatred was overflowing—she wanted nothing more than to tear him apart and devour him alive.
Especially recently, whenever she and Long Xiaoyao had time, they were intimately affectionate, yet there was still no movement in her belly. This only deepened Ye Xishui's hatred toward Wang Chen.
Clearly, she and Long Xiaoyao were too old; having another descendant was essentially impossible.
However, hatred aside, Ye Xishui was no fool. She could feel that Wang Chen's strength had undergone a heaven-and-earth-upturning change compared to a few months ago.
The last time, when she and Long Xiaoyao ambushed Wang Chen outside Mingdu, although Wang Chen's strength had not been weak, in terms of raw power, he had still been slightly inferior to her.
But today, at a glance, Wang Chen's strength completely crushed hers—whether in soul power or spiritual force, he far surpassed her.
Especially that terrifying spiritual force, powerful enough to make her very soul tremble. The speed of his progress was simply inconceivable.
Long Xiaoyao, beside Ye Xishui, also wore a grave expression, clearly sensing just how terrifying Wang Chen's strength had become.
Long Xiaoyao said to Ye Xishui, "Xishui, run! I'll hold him off!!"
Ye Xishui gazed at Long Xiaoyao with eyes full of tender love and said, "Xiaoyao, you go. I'll hold him off!"
The attached soul bone Evil Eye at Wang Chen's brow flickered with an eerie blue light. He looked at Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao and said, "You two truly have deep affection for each other. Very well, I'll grant your wish and let you die together."
Ye Xishui shouted sternly, "Wang Chen, don't think that—"
Her words abruptly cut off. Wang Chen merely raised his hand slightly, and the power of time immobilized her on the spot.
This was the simplest application of the power of time—time imprisonment, commonly known as time stop.
To Wang Chen, who had already comprehended part of the laws of time, the Ultimate Douluo were truly far too weak.
One could say that Ultimate Douluo were now nothing more than slightly larger ants in his eyes—beings of completely different dimensions that he could crush at will.
Seeing Ye Xishui immobilized, Long Xiaoyao erupted with all his soul power in an attempt to rescue her, only to discover that his own body could no longer move.
'Power of space! No, that's not it—this isn't the power of space. The power of space doesn't feel like this… this is the power of time!'
Long Xiaoyao's thoughts grew increasingly sluggish. When he saw the power of time flowing within the Evil Eye at Wang Chen's brow, he was completely engulfed by despair.
Under the imprisonment of the power of time, not only were Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao unable to move, but even the soul power and consciousness within their bodies had solidified completely, unable to circulate at all.
After immobilizing Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, Wang Chen reached out from afar and destroyed both of their dantian with a claw.
With their dantians destroyed, the level-99 soul power cultivation of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao instantly vanished into smoke, reducing them directly to ordinary people without soul power.
Then Wang Chen released the imprisonment of the power of time.
As the time imprisonment lifted, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao regained their consciousness—only to be greeted by endless pain and weakness.
Dantian destroyed, cultivation lost—for Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, who were two hundred and fifty years old, this was truly fatal.
In an instant, their hair turned snow-white, and their once rosy, smooth faces became like orange peels, covered in wrinkles.
Their lives instantly reached their end, and they powerlessly plummeted from the sky.
Wang Chen looked at Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao; there was not the slightest trace of pity in his eyes. He raised his hand and directly extracted both of their souls.
Wang Chen's voice was ice-cold: "Even if the body dies, the soul remains!"
Then, using the power of time, Wang Chen imprisoned the souls of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao and put them away.
Because Wang Chen had killed Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao so quickly, it was only at this moment that the other evil soul masters finally reacted.
Holy Spirit Cult's Cult Leader Zhong Liwu, riding the Bone Dragon King, led numerous evil soul masters charging out from the palace.
Seeing Wang Chen, Zhong Liwu immediately used his eighth soul skill, Death God Scythe, slashing out a hundred-meter-long black blade light.
Without even turning his head, Wang Chen pointed a finger backward. That blade light shattered like fragile glass.
The power of that finger did not diminish as it continued forward and, under Zhong Liwu's incredulous gaze, struck his chest.
Zhongli Wu watched in horror as his body rapidly aged. In the blink of an eye, he became a decrepit old man on the verge of death.
Then, he stopped breathing, turned into white bones, and with a gust of wind, scattered as dust into the air, vanishing from the world.
The Holy Spirit Cult Leader, who, in the original story, had nearly taken Huo Yuhao's life, died silently just like that.
Because Zhongli Wu had died, the Bone Dragon King also lost its ability to move and crashed heavily onto the ground, smashing a huge crater.
The entire Holy Spirit Cult headquarters fell deathly silent. The evil soul masters who had followed behind Zhong Liwu stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.
Terrified out of their wits, they fled frantically in all directions.
Wang Chen hovered in mid-air and declared loudly, "From this day forward, the Holy Spirit Cult ceases to exist."
With his proclamation, the silver power of space-time transformed into raging waves that swept in all directions.
Everything that passed—whether the buildings of the Holy Spirit Cult or the evil soul masters—was silently reduced to nothingness, the evil soul masters exploding one by one under the pressure of space-time.
When the very last evil soul master turned into blood mist, the dark clouds that had shrouded the skies above the three western provinces suddenly dispersed, and long-absent sunlight finally sprinkled upon this land that had suffered under the evil soul masters' tyranny.
Wang Chen looked toward the direction of Shrek Academy, silver light flowing in his eyes: "Next, it's your turn."
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