A cold, emotionless voice fell.
It caused Shangguan Weier, who had just lifted her leg, to pause mid-step. The smile on her alluring face gradually froze.
But the instant she turned around, her gaze became pitiful and tender. Looking at the cold-faced youth not far in front of her, she spoke in a soft, tactful tone.
"Holy Son, you can't be so greedy. With Bone Yi here to keep you company, that should be enough. Another day, when you come to our Ordinary Alliance, I will certainly entertain you well."
Jiang Jue's gaze swept over Shangguan Weier. The corners of his mouth slowly lifted as he raised a long, slender index finger and said calmly,
"You're wrong. It will be my Ordinary Alliance, not your Ordinary Alliance—after today."
Hearing this, Shangguan Weier's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.
She had thought that since this operation was not ordered by Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Church, but was merely hosted by Jiang Jue, at most he would just take Ye Guoyi away. She never imagined that his ambitions were so great—that he actually wanted the entire Ordinary Alliance!
"This… I really can't do that," she said.
"You know, although I am the alliance leader of the Ordinary Alliance, I simply don't have the authority to make such a decision. How about I stay here to accompany you instead?"
Shangguan Weier pursed her red lips and spoke somewhat dejectedly.
"It's fine. You're exactly who I want."
Jiang Jue slowly shook his head and said softly.
"Since Alliance Leader Shangguan can't make the decision, then Elder Zhang, help Alliance Leader Shangguan out."
"Of course, we'll convince her with virtue."
Upon hearing Jiang Jue's instruction, Zhang Peng nodded slightly. A kind smile appeared on his face as a huge black tiger materialized behind him. Its massive muscles tensed as it stared intently at Shangguan Weier, an overwhelming pressure surging forward.
Moreover, this scorpion-tiger behind Zhang Peng now carried several traits of the Dark Devilgod Tiger.
"Elder Zhang's strength has grown again."
The Masked Douluo, still immersed in the excitement of Jiang Jue's return, couldn't help but smack his lips when he sensed Zhang Peng's aura.
"That's not right. Didn't the Cult Master say Elder Zhang's cultivation couldn't advance any further? Could it be that the Holy Son secretly gave Elder Zhang special treatment?"
At the same time, doubt arose in the Masked Douluo's heart.
"Senior Scorpion Tiger…"
Watching Zhang Peng press forward step by step, Shangguan Weier's expression shifted unpredictably. She had never expected Jiang Jue to be so decisive, leaving her no room at all.
At this moment, Xiao Zi dragged two evil soul masters out of the room, her hands gripping their throats as she said nervously,
"Let our alliance leader go, or I'll kill the two of them!"
"How foolish!"
Shangguan Weier's vision went dark. She raised a hand to her forehead and smiled bitterly.
Using hostages to threaten evil soul masters—even if they were her own people—she had no idea what Xiao Zi was thinking. If Xiao Zi hadn't followed her loyally for so many years, she would never have brought her along.
"You've captured them—what does that have to do with us? Since that's the case, then I'll help you."
The Masked Douluo sneered, casually waving his hand. Two white afterimages flashed past, and the two evil soul masters immediately collapsed limply to the ground.
He had been worrying about not having a chance to show off in front of Jiang Jue, and now someone had conveniently stepped forward—perfect timing for him.
Immediately after, another white afterimage flew out, this time targeting Xiao Zi.
"Holy Son, I'll listen to you."
Shangguan Weier extended her delicate hand. A pink soul power collided with the Masked Douluo's white afterimage, producing a loud boom as waves of shock spread outward.
Those shockwaves were far beyond what Xiao Zi, a mere Soul Sage, could withstand. She was blown straight away—an act that also carried Shangguan Weier's intent to discipline her.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black—nine soul rings rose from Shangguan Weier's body. At the same time, seven fluffy white tails emerged from her rounded hips. Her already seductive face became even more enchanting, her fox-like eyes emitting a pink glow.
She was a ninety-first-level Titled Douluo, her martial soul a Seven-Tailed Demon Fox—a mental-type beast soul master specializing in charm.
Circumstances shape decisions. Given the current situation, Shangguan Weier knew she definitely couldn't win. As an ordinary Titled Douluo, there was no way she could escape from a Super Douluo like Zhang Peng. It was better to surrender for now.
Only by living would there be future opportunities. Once dead, there would be nothing left. Besides, working for one master or another was still working—just changing bosses.
"Very good. Then hand over your Soul Flame."
A sharp gleam flashed in Jiang Jue's eyes as he nodded in satisfaction.
"Alliance Leader, thank you for taking care of me all these years. If there is a next life, Bone Yi would still be willing to serve under you."
At this moment, Ye Guoyi turned to look at Shangguan Weier behind her, gratitude evident on her face. She then turned back to face Jiang Jue and the other two, speaking with firm resolve.
"As a wielder of the Angel Martial Soul, exterminating evil is my mission—and my responsibility."
"Even if it means rebirth through death!"
Ye Guoyi already knew clearly in her heart that falling into the hands of these evil soul masters meant certain death. If so, then before dying, she would once again let the glory of the Angel Martial Soul bloom!
With that, Ye Guoyi raised the golden longsword in her hand. Five soul rings rose from her body, the fifth ten-thousand-year ring trembling violently.
"Very good—but utterly ignorant."
Jiang Jue shook his head slightly. Thinking of Ye Guoyi's future usefulness, a glint flashed in his eyes.
The best way to subjugate someone was to shatter their former faith—and then reshape a new one.
"Let me teach you something: the Angel Martial Soul doesn't necessarily restrain all evil martial souls."
As Jiang Jue's voice fell, soul rings that exceeded the optimal configuration rose one after another.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red!
When the final crimson, demonic soul ring appeared, a violent aura surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly sweeping across the entire manor. A chilling, bone-piercing darkness spread endlessly, and Ye Guoyi immediately felt a suffocating pressure descend upon her.
Everyone present stared blankly at Jiang Jue, their eyes filled with shock— a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
That was the strongest soul ring in all their understanding. Even Zhang Peng, a Super Douluo, only had a black ten-thousand-year ring as his ninth soul ring.
Yet Jiang Jue already possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring at his sixth—one could only imagine what came after. Such talent was simply monstrous.
Suddenly, Shangguan Weier realized that her decision might not have been wrong after all. Following Jiang Jue seemed to offer even greater prospects. Moreover, Jiang Jue's looks and talent fit perfectly with her tastes. As she thought about it, Shangguan Weier's snake-like tongue lightly licked her slightly dry red lips…
"My god, where on earth did the Holy Son go? A hundred-thousand-year soul ring—something even I, Masked Douluo, wouldn't dare dream of!"
"Our Holy Son has the bearing of a future god!"
The Masked Douluo secretly swallowed, his heart filled with shock.
"Tell me—when you lose the Angel Martial Soul you rely on, will you still have this confidence and pride?"
Jiang Jue's deep gaze locked onto Ye Guoyi holding her sword as he asked, word by word.
(End of Chapter)