Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Rustling!"

Gales whipped up, and sand and stones scattered.

Trees shook, leaves rubbed against each other, and bushes collapsed to one side.

Above Luo Yu, a torrential and boundless might surged incessantly.

In an instant, his whole temperament transformed.

At this moment, he, surrounded by beams of light, transformed from a carefree ordinary youth into a wildly domineering extraordinary genius, reflected in the eyes of the Zhu Zhuqing Sisters.

What was even more shocking was—

The exceedingly ordinary Longsword Martial Soul in Luo Yu's hand, from hilt to tip, glittered with a flowing light and morphed into its true divine form.

It bore the aura of antiquity and emitted a piercing sharpness.

The yellow soul ring turned into a profound purple.

This... this...

Impossible, a purple first soul ring?

Zhu Zhuqing's lips stumbled upon each other, unable to finish a sentence, her mind completely shaken, her astonishment reaching its peak.

How did this guy suddenly change into a different person like this?

Wasn't he just a Soul Master with one ring? How could he possibly have such overpowering might?

What Martial Soul is that in his hand? Why have I never heard of it!

He's too strong. Who exactly is he?

Compared to Zhu Zhuqing's shock and curiosity, Zhu Zhuyun was terrified, fear arising from the depths of her heart.

The Longsword was unsheathed, and a murderous aura overflowed; her hair stood on end.

But the attack had already been unleashed; there was no turning back.

She could only force herself to push forth the Fourth Soul Skill: Nether Void Slash!

The black energy of the slash, accompanied by a burst of force, aimed to ruthlessly cut a person cruelly in two.

Luo Yu looked up, his lips curling into a sneer, and the Nine Heavens Execution Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Clang!"

The sonorous sword melody was like a phoenix from the nine heavens, soaring and crying out!

The sword tip drew a silver arc, swift as lightning, passing in a blur.

"Crash!"

Luo Yu hadn't seemed to exert much force with that sword, yet it destructively broke through.

The Nether Slash instantly shattered, turning into countless black spots that completely faded into oblivion.

The usually arrogant Zhu Zhuyun's black leather outfit burst, and she was sent flying out spitting fresh blood, smashing heavily into a distant tree trunk with a thud, as leaves fell.

Zhu Zhuqing, usually accustomed to a cold face, was now standing there with her mouth agape in shock.

A look of seeing a ghost.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

She bit the tip of her tongue and shook her head.

What she saw was vivid.

The overbearing Zhu Zhuyun lay disheveled under the tree.

The man stood there, cool and composed, slowly sheathing his sword.

My sister is a Soul Ancestor! And she was defeated in an instant?

And this guy, who seems to be about my age, how could he possibly possess such terrifying power?

The sudden display of might by this man had indeed astounded Zhu Zhuqing.

It's hard to believe that a regular, inconspicuous food lover encountered in the forest could unleash such earth-shattering combat power.

"Tiny droplets."

Luo Yu, holding the Zhu Tian Sword, slowly approached the tree trunk.

Zhu Zhuyun's hair was disheveled; blood trickled from her mouth, and her clothes rippled into strips, revealing a generous glimpse of spring light.

She was extremely frightened now, curling up, like a terrified small animal, nothing like the arrogant figure she had earlier.

"You... don't come any closer!"

"Having fun?"

Luo Yu's lips curled into a smile.

This smile chilled Zhu Zhuyun to the bone. Panicking, she shouted, "Who are you!!"

Luo Yu stepped closer.

"Don't be nervous."

"Am I not just that rustic villager you were talking about, the so-called wild country bumpkin?"

"You, don't come any closer."

Zhu Zhuyun's head shook like a bobblehead, her face twitching in terror as her legs frantically kicked against the ground, struggling to retreat backwards.

"Running for what?"

"What, you're scared now? Weren't you quite interested just a moment ago?"

Zhu Zhuyun was close to tears by now. Who knew this person was such a scourge?

Otherwise, who would dare provoke him?

A single sword stroke had reduced her to such a state; it was hard for Zhu Zhuyun to imagine whence such a supreme genius had appeared.

Recalling how she had formerly scorned him as worthless trash, Zhu Zhuyun felt utterly ashamed.

It turned out that in his eyes, she was the ignorant clown.

"Please, spare me," Zhu Zhuyun began to beg.

Luo Yu cocked his ear. "What did you say?"

"Please, spare me." Zhu Zhuyun bit her thin lips, her expression pleading, her chest seemingly inadvertently revealing itself, trying to seduce the man.

Luo Yu shook his head in wonder, "You really switch sides too quickly, don't you? Weren't you just feeling quite mighty?"

Zhu Zhuyun kept begging, kneeling under the tree, "I was foolish, blind to a superior one. I didn't know you had such strength. Otherwise, how would I dare provoke you?"

"Heh," Luo Yu sneered, squinting his eyes, "does that mean the weak deserve to be bullied by others?"

Zhu Zhuyun was rendered speechless by the question.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from nearby.

"There's nothing to say. The strong eat meat, the weak eat dirt. You're weak, so you deserve to die!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Suddenly, three powerful black figures flew out from the woods, all covering their faces, the leader among them speaking.

They stood guard in front of Zhu Zhuyun, facing Luo Yu.

"Princess, we are late!"

"It's okay, as long as you've arrived."

Zhu Zhuyun wiped the blood from her mouth and rose with the help of the tree trunk.

He looked at Luo Yu with satisfaction.

"Kid, your strength really surprised me."

"I didn't expect you to be playing possum."

"But in the end, I still won by a notch."

"You definitely didn't expect this, did you? I have help. You thought I had really submitted? Ridiculous, I was merely biding time with you."

"How about now? Are you regretting not killing me quickly earlier?"

Luo Yu furrowed his brows, "Why do I feel like you are kind of..."

"A bit clever, right, giggle giggle." Zhu Zhuyun covered her mouth and chuckled.

Luo Yu shook his head, "No, more like a bit bitchy."

Zhu Zhuyun's face turned cold.

"It seems you haven't clearly understood the situation."

"Hu San, show your cultivation level and give this guy a good look."

"Yes."

With a boom!

The five rings spun up, revealing the full extent of the Soul King cultivation.

Zhu Zhuqing's just recently joyful expression turned pale in an instant, as she rushed to Luo Yu's side.

"Zhu Zhuyun, the family actually gave you a guard of Soul King level?"

"Silly sister, our damned family isn't that generous. It was that guy Davis. He was afraid I'd be taken advantage of outside, so he found someone to protect me."

Zhu Zhuqing's face paled, she tugged at Luo Yu's sleeve, "You... you should run away, don't worry about me anymore."

"Run away? Why should I run away?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"I know you're very powerful, but the other side has a Soul King, and there are no young Soul Kings yet."

"Someone with your talent must surely come from an extraordinary background; there's no need to take risks for someone like me."

"I believe you can definitely escape if you want to; please go."

Zhu Zhuyun laughed coldly, "Run away? Do you think I'd let this guy who has insulted me repeatedly get away?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked desperate.

Zhu Zhuyun turned to Luo Yu, "Kid, you like to play the pig to eat the tiger, don't you?"

"What does it feel like now? Exciting, isn't it? Surprising or unexpected? Delighted or not?"

"Wow, so quick to gloat, aren't we?" Luo Yu chuckled.

Zhu Zhuyun gave him a vicious glance.

"Today, I'll teach you a good lesson about how playing the pig turns you into a pig."

"You three, take this kid down for me. I want him alive."

"I was scared earlier, I don't want to let him die so easily."

"Yes!"

Three auras burst forth at the same time, a fifty-first level Soul King and two forty-fifth level Soul Ancestors, all with the Jackal Martial Spirit.

"You should go, I'll stay here," Zhu Zhuqing said with determination in her eyes.

She pushed Luo Yu, but couldn't budge him.

The man shook his head, "Trash, nothing to fear."

"Huh?" Zhu Zhuyun laughed incredulously, "I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean others can't."

"You might have misunderstood me," Luo Yu slowly explained, "I'm not calling you trash, I meant all four present here..."

"Are trash!"

These words sent a shock through the crowd.

Zhu Zhuqing looked baffled, this man dared to mock a Soul King?

"Kid, you're courting death, a Soul King must not be insulted."

"Roar!"

The Jackal Martial Spirit howled, the three men's auras merged, slowly approaching, step by step pressing down, attempting to use their strong soul power to crush his will.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped in front of Luo Yu in a stride, frantically unleashing soul power, squeezing out her last bit of potential.

"Idiot, don't play the hero, you can't beat a Soul King."

"It was originally my issue, don't interfere, escape while I self-destruct."

"Forget it, save your energy, let me handle this."

Luo Yu placed his hand on her shoulder.

Suppressing her soul power in an instant, he disdainfully pushed her aside.

"Clap, clap, what an intimate and pleasant scene, so touching," Zhu Zhuyun applauded sarcastically, laughing unrestrainedly.

Luo Yu gave her a sidelong glance, "Stupid woman, you don't actually think that was my full strength, do you?"

Zhu Zhuyun smirked dismissively, "Just bluffing, no matter how awesome, can you beat a Soul King?"

"Oh," Luo Yu responded, making no rebuttal.

"Boom!"

Facing the combined force of the three men.

The Sky-Punishing Longsword in Luo Yu's hand burst forth with even greater momentum.

Like an abyss, like a prison, far surpassing before.

An already astonishing purple soul ring rose up, only to undergo another transformation.

Purple to the extreme, it evolved into pure black.

And then that black advanced once more!

Everyone gasped, holding their breath at this sight.

The final touch of blood red was so striking and eye-catching against the night.

"????"

"What?"

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

"What's with his Soul Ring!!"

This scene stunned everyone; they knew what that red color meant.

Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded.

The masked Soul King was taken aback with a start.

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes widened, a foreboding feeling washed over her.

This guy... just how many tricks has he hidden...

Where is his limit?

Luo Yu bared his teeth, echoing the woman's earlier words, his voice echoing through the woods, so clear.

"How is it, surprised or not, unexpected or not?"