Douluo Continent: I Can Summon Heroic Spirits

Chapter 60: Zhongli and his three brothers reunite; Masked Douluo; Treasure Unleashed?

Facing the two enormous Netherworld Serpents, Ye Chenxing's expression became more solemn. In his fused state with Qian Renxue, he could indeed defeat Soul Saints of higher levels. Against Evil Soul Masters, whom he was able to counter, he could even fight against Soul Douluos.

But the opponents were, after all, two genuine eight-ring evil soul douluos, and they were also blessed with beast souls. Now that the opponents had revealed all their trump cards, he could not afford to be careless in the slightest.

In mid-air, Ye Chenxing, in his twelve-winged angel form, clasped his hands together and slowly pointed the angelic sword in his hand toward the sky.

Boom! Brilliant solar fire spiraled upwards along the blade, instantly dyeing the greatsword a dazzling crimson gold, and an aura of holiness and light rose steadily.

The Zhong brothers felt like moths to a flame rushing towards that terrifying sacred aura, but now they had no way out!

Ye Chenxing's gaze was cold, and with both hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, he slashed down at Zhong Lidi on his left without hesitation.

"Let's take care of one first!"

The light and divine power gathered on the blade instantly contracted, and the blade was illuminated as if it were a pure lightsaber.

The Holy Slash!

A crimson-gold sword beam, tens of meters long, tore through the void, carrying the power to annihilate all evil, and slashed straight down!

However, a strange scene unfolded. Faced with this seemingly inevitable sword strike, the giant snake that Zhongli Di had transformed into neither dodged nor evaded.

Just as the sword's edge was about to strike, the enormous serpentine body suddenly twisted and instantly transformed into a thick, churning black cloud!

The sword light pierced through the clouds without any hindrance. Ye Chenxing's brows furrowed suddenly. The opponent's Martial Soul True Body had such a strange characteristic that it directly deflected most of the physical damage from this sure-fire attack!

But an evil spirit master is still an evil spirit master, and he had no way to resist the ultimate holy power attached to the sword light!

"ah--!!!"

Even a fleeting graze caused Zhongli, who had turned into mist, to let out an extremely agonizing scream. The sacred fire burned within the black mist like a malignant tumor, and the black mist could no longer maintain its suspended state, plummeting straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Second brother!"

Zhong Litian roared, but a hint of wild joy flashed in his huge snake eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when Ye Chenxing swung his sword, he had already closed the distance!

Even with the support of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he absolutely could not unleash that level of attack continuously!

I won!

But the next second, a scene that filled him with despair appeared: Ye Chenxing did not swing his sword at him, but only slightly moved his eyes.

Om-!

Five golden spatial ripples simultaneously spread between the two, from which five uniquely shaped soul-guided shields emerged.

Still a level 6 soul tool, still with holy enchantment.

"I &%X***"

Zhong Litian was so angry at this scene that he almost vomited blood. Is this kid's soul power infinite?

There was no other way; he knew he couldn't miss this opportunity. Gritting his teeth, he launched a desperate charge with his massive serpentine body, disregarding everything else.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The level six defensive soul tool could not stop the desperate burst of power from the eight-ring Soul Douluo. Shield after shield shattered in the violent impact. But with each contact and each impact, the holy aura of the six-winged angel attached to the shield burned his scales and soul like a raging fire, causing him excruciating pain!

Finally, enduring excruciating pain, he smashed through the last shield.

"Die!!!"

At this critical moment, Zhong Litian suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, and the huge snake body came to an abrupt halt.

Second Soul Skill, Mental Link - Activated!

In his fused state with Qian Renxue, Ye Chenxing's mental connection was already effective against this evil soul master who primarily cultivated soul power, instantly causing his movements to come to a standstill.

At the same time, in the void in front of him, a golden door, several times larger than all the previous halos, slowly opened.

An aura of destruction and holiness, chilling to the bone and making one's soul tremble, emanated from within the deep doorway.

Having just recovered from the mental shock, Zhong Litian stared intently at the enormous light gate, watching the cold, metallic behemoth that was slowly emerging.

"This...this is..."

"A fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shell?!"

In Zhong Litian's horrified gaze, the enormous metal shell emitted a terrifying radiance powerful enough to melt his soul.

This fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shell was not enchanted with the attributes of light and holiness.

It itself is a projection of the purest light and divine attributes! This level-six fixed-position cannonball, comparable to the full-force attack of a seven-ring Soul Saint, is, in Zhong Litian's eyes, nothing less than an invitation personally delivered by the Grim Reaper.

Ye Chenxing looked at him expressionlessly: "Feel proud. This is the first fixed-mount soul-guided cannonball that I projected and detonated."

Its name is, "The Sacred Bomb".

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light flashed behind Ye Chenxing, and the soul-guided thruster instantly projected and fastened to his back. Boom! The thruster spewed out a blazing tail flame, and with a sudden flap of the six pairs of wings on his back, Ye Chenxing transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly creating distance and moving away from the epicenter of the explosion.

The next instant, this unprecedented fixed-mount soul-guided cannonball with the attributes of holiness and light exploded in front of Zhongli Tian.

An unprecedented pure light silently exploded in this dark stronghold. The explosive destructive power of this special fixed shell was far less than that of other shells of the same level, but instead it was a light and holy power that was deadly to evil things, like the sun!

In a distant corner, Nana sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the dazzling miniature sun, her mind completely blank.

Did he... did he really do this?

Ye Chenxing's move was so powerful that it exceeded Nana's comprehension.

As the light and dust gradually dissipated, Ye Chenxing's fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells were not meant to cause destruction; his explosive power was precisely controlled within the range of this stronghold.

On the ground, Zhong Lidi had already broken free of his Martial Soul True Body state. His body was charred black and incomplete, lying in the ruins, barely breathing, clearly beyond saving.

Ye Chenxing slowly descended from mid-air. Although he didn't see Zhong Litian's corpse, just now, an extremely powerful and pure soul force surged directly into his body.

Without a doubt, Zhongli Tian is dead.

Ye Chenxing, carrying the dripping Angelic Holy Sword, strode towards the dying Zhong Lidi in the ruins, ready to deliver the final blow cleanly and decisively.

Just as the sword was about to strike, a sudden change occurred!

Zhong Lidi, who had been almost unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. A desperate, whistling roar escaped his throat: "No... I..."

Before the words were even finished, a chilling cracking sound rang out. Zhong Li's head, seemingly suspended in mid-air, abruptly twisted 180 degrees backward without warning! And on the back of his head, a pale, eerie mask, neither smiling nor crying, was now firmly pressed against it!

Accompanied by a sinister "hehehe" laugh, Zhong Lidi's battered body slowly rose to its feet in a contorted, puppet-like manner.

"I never expected this... The cult leader asked me to secretly follow these two good-for-nothings just in case, and it actually turned out to be such a pleasant surprise." The lips on the mask didn't move, but the nauseating, sticky voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Two perfect six-winged angel martial souls... were devoured by my 'Vanquisher Mask,' meticulously chewed down from each soul and spirit. Tsk tsk... I once devoured a Soul Saint of the Light attribute, and the taste remains unforgettable. If it were you..."

The Masked Douluo's voice, initially cold and sinister, gradually became morbid and manic: "Once I absorb you all, I will surely break through to Super Douluo! No, I can surpass level ninety-seven! At that time, even the Sect Leader will have to show me respect! Hahahaha—"

Listening to the other person's increasingly manic laughter, Ye Chenxing had no mood to complain. His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his expression gradually darkened.

"It's over..."

Seeing this, the Masked Douluo's laughter grew even more rampant: "Hehehe, brat, finally scared when disaster strikes? Too bad, even if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I will never let you go..."

"I'm asking you."

Ye Chenxing abruptly raised her head, staring intently at the white mask, and interrupted him through gritted teeth: "Zhong Lidi, what's wrong with you now?!"

The Masked Douluo was slightly taken aback by the sudden question, and subconsciously sneered, "After being devoured by me, you will naturally die without leaving a trace. Such trash has no reason to continue living."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment after those words were spoken.

Ye Chenxing's body began to tremble...

"My eight-ring Contra experience!!!"

Ye Chenxing roared inwardly. His biggest goal this time was to get the soul power feedback from killing the evil soul master. This was also why he insisted on using his projected fixed soul-guided cannon to kill the opponent.

There's nothing we can do; the soul tool he made exploded, so it doesn't count as his death!

Now, the second Evil Soul Douluo has actually had his kill stolen by the Masked Douluo.

Who will fill in the gap in his experience?

Only you, Masked Douluo, can make up for it with your life!

Ye Chenxing was instantly enraged!

Damn it, forget about the city defense forces, I won't be able to sleep until I kill this freak today!

"Die, you bastard!!!"

Boom! The True Fire of the Sun erupted, and the twelve wings on his back suddenly flapped, transforming him into a streak of light as he brandished his Holy Sword and charged towards the Title Douluo!

"You ignorant fool!" Seeing that this brat not only didn't run away but dared to attack first, the Masked Douluo felt greatly provoked. "Don't think that just because you killed those two pieces of trash with your Spirit Fusion Technique, you have the right to be arrogant in front of me! Today I'll show you the difference between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo!!"

With the thunderous rhythm of the nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—below the Masked Douluo, a huge and distorted human face suddenly condensed in the void behind him.

The giant face grinned silently as it lunged straight at Ye Chenxing.

But Ye Chenxing acted as if he didn't see it and continued to rush straight towards Masked Douluo.

Seeing that the white-haired youth did not dodge at all, but instead raised his sword straight up and slashed, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth under the Masked Douluo mask.

How dare you face my mental attack without flinching? You truly have no sense of your own limitations!

He's a level 91 Title Douluo specializing in mental attacks! Even a level 95 Super Douluo wouldn't dare to take this Soul-Seizing Combo head-on unless they primarily cultivate mental power!

The Masked Douluo watched with amusement as his soul skill passed through Ye Chenxing's body, almost able to see the scene of his opponent bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsing to the ground.

Then......

And that was it.

The masked Douluo's cold smile froze completely.

Upon touching Ye Chenxing's body, those hideous mask phantoms seemed to sink into a bottomless quagmire and silently dissolved.

Not only did Ye Chenxing not collapse in pain, but he didn't even flinch!

"How is this possible?!" Masked Douluo cried out in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

But Ye Chenxing, enraged, had no time to answer his questions. He unleashed his angel soul skill, Angel Thrust, which quickly closed the distance. The power of the twelve-winged angel instantly converged into a single point, and the crimson-gold sword light, with its penetrating sharpness, stabbed fiercely at the mask on the face of the Masked Douluo!

"clang--!"

Ye Chenxing was slightly startled. His sword strike was imbued with a considerable amount of divine power, yet the opponent's strange white mask remained unharmed, without even a crack.

Having failed in his first attack, Ye Chenxing did not linger in the fight. With a sudden flap of his six wings, he used the recoil to decisively turn and fly away.

Masked Douluo secretly groaned. His attack had been ignored by Ye Chenxing, causing him to lose his focus for a moment. He had used the essence of his martial soul to withstand that attack.

It's important to know that he doesn't have a defensive martial soul; his martial soul, Mask, is half-spiritual! On the surface, he did block the sword, but what was being attacked was his very essence. A domineering divine power, like molten lava, flowed through his body, frantically burning his evil soul power.

In mid-air, Ye Chenxing steadied himself and took a slight breath. Although the fusion state of the twelve-winged angel was powerful, it also consumed an extremely terrifying amount of soul power. With his current soul power reserves, he couldn't last long in this kind of cross-level battle.

Moreover, although he possessed Qian Renxue's angel head soul bone skill and was not afraid of being seen by the city defense army, he still thought it was better to avoid trouble.

A swift and decisive victory!

Ye Chenxing slowly raised the holy sword in his hand. Unlike before, this time the holy sword did not gather energy, but instead left his hand and rose straight into the sky.

The heroic spirits he summons can use their skills from their previous lives, as well as their ultimate trump card—the Noble Phantasm.

That is the ultimate weapon wielded by Heroic Spirits, a materialized miracle, a testament to heroism, its form and power forged from the legends of their lives. The power of Noble Phantasms often far surpasses the abilities of the Heroic Spirits themselves.

What he was about to unleash was the Noble Phantasm, summoned from a parallel world and embodying the life and legend of Saber Senrenxue—

Its name is—

(While reading today, I discovered that the author retconned the part about Masked Douluo in the same chapter. It was Masked Martial Soul at the beginning, but after only two pages it became Demonic Maggot... So I'll just make them two characters, that way the protagonist can kill one more.)