"How is this possible!?"
In the great hall of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, the gathered Holy Spirit Cult members looked at the two people beside the Demon Empress and were instantly dumbfounded!
Cult Leader—Zhongli Wu;
Supreme Leader—Ye Xishui.
Weren't they dead?
The Cult Leader was sliced in half by a sword, the Supreme Leader had her chest pierced by a claw—both died horribly. And the personnel who participated in the soul hunting operation saw it clearly, it wasn't fake.
But now...
Could it be resurrection from the dead?
When the Holy Spirit Cult members felt doubtful about this, Yang Yuan at the forefront even had his pupils contract, his consciousness couldn't help but lose focus for a moment.
"My compatriots!"
Just as everyone felt hesitant and uncertain, "Zhongli Wu" stepped forward, and six black and three red spirit rings slowly rose, his Limit Douluo cultivation also revealed without doubt. "The Supreme Leader and I had already died, but the Holy Emperor's great power resurrected us, and even made our strength rise to a higher level! Long live the Holy Emperor!"
Hum—
Purple-black aura rose, transforming toward black.
At the same time, Ye Xishui also stepped forward, a scarlet aura erupting then transforming into dark red. The transformed Blood Soul Demon Puppet rose behind her, standing together with the similarly transformed Death God Demon Puppet.
Accompanied by two Limit Douluo combat strengths suppressing the scene, now, the Holy Spirit Cult members were no longer hesitant. They immediately bowed and shouted:
"Long live the Holy Emperor!"
As for whether there were any tricks within...
The fools didn't know, and smart people didn't investigate in detail.
"Supreme Leader, Cult Leader." After a shout, Nangong Wan stepped forward and said, "This subordinate has important matters to report."
"What matter?"
"Ye Xishui" treasured words like gold, casting a cold glance.
What stood out was the similarity in both form and spirit.
The cold gaze, the eyes that viewed life as nothing, instantly made Nangong Wan feel the same fear he felt when facing the Supreme Leader in the past.
Subconsciously shivering, he hurriedly said, "Just now Jing Hongchen came to find this subordinate, saying he wants to continue cooperation with us. Also, Xu Tianran wants back that prince guarded by the Great Elder."
Saying it was continuing cooperation was actually Nangong Wan's beautification—in reality, Xu Tianran wanted to "subjugate" their Holy Spirit Cult.
"Oh? Cooperation?"
"Zhongli Wu's" face revealed a seemingly smiling yet not smiling expression, "Haven't we always been in cooperation? For example, I am still the Imperial Preceptor of the Sun-Moon Empire, haven't resigned, which represents that it hasn't been severed. Just hiding for a period to recover strength. Could it be, that His Majesty has some other thoughts?"
Nangong Wan played deaf and mute, directly indicating he didn't know.
Regarding this, "Zhongli Wu" didn't care either.
Only saying, "It seems, I need to go see His Majesty again. Perfect, I also have a plan that needs the Sun-Moon Empire's cooperation."
"I have a plan."
The moment these six words were spoken, the Holy Spirit Cult members' bodies slightly trembled. The first plan, their Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Worship lost his life; the second plan, their Holy Spirit Cult suffered heavy casualties, the number of fallen Title Douluo could be counted on one hand, and even you yourself and the Supreme Leader both died once.
Then this third time...
Cult Leader, are you trying to destroy the church?!
The appearance of everyone wanting to speak but stopping made "Zhongli Wu's" brows slightly furrow, "Do you have any opinions? If you have opinions, raise them. Don't put on an appearance of wanting to speak but not daring to."
Instantly, Nangong Wan and the others' gazes turned to Yang Yuan. What was revealed was one meaning: You're the boss, you speak.
Yang Yuan, seeing this, felt helpless. "Cult Leader, is this plan reliable this time? If this time again... the Holy Cult can't withstand any more turmoil."
"Rest assured."
Hearing his meaning, "Zhongli Wu" suddenly understood.
While cursing the original owner as trash, he also gave everyone a reassuring pill, "This time the advantage is mine, guaranteed win!"
...
"Boom—"
The dragon claw fell, and extreme fire was instantly broken.
Then without changing momentum, it fell straight toward Wu Feng. But a bone shield that suddenly rose in front blocked the attack.
Di Tian withdrew his dragon claw, reaching toward the side.
Clang—
The Seven Kill Sword was pinched between two fingers.
A face of relaxed ease—even the rampaging annihilation sword intent on it was treated as nothing by Di Tian, completely not taking it to heart.
Until... Swoosh—
A cut was made, and a drop of fresh blood dripped down.
"Oh."
Looking at the blood dripping from his hand, Di Tian felt slightly surprised while flicking his finger, shattering the sword intent on the Seven Kill Sword.
"It seems your sword intent has advanced quite a bit."
"It's still somewhat lacking."
Chen Junting stood with sword withdrawn, letting out a long breath. And Gu Tianchen and Wu Feng also tiredly withdrew their martial souls, adjusting their conditions.
These past few days, with Di Tian's guidance, each of them had considerable gains. And in leisure time, Ning Tian also received Bi Ji's guidance, drawing inferences about other cases from one instance, and gained some insights.
But just at this moment, Chen Junting slightly trembled.
Then, his brows were tightly locked.
With their hearts connected, Ning Tian—realizing something was about to happen—walked to his side, raised her hand to soothe Chen Junting's brows, and said softly, "Is something about to happen?"
"It's not about to happen. Rather..."
Speaking thus, Chen Junting swallowed back the latter half.
At this time, he happened to turn his gaze toward Di Tian.
Di Tian, seeing this, roughly guessed that this matter seemed to have some connection with him. But before he could speak, Chen Junting said, "Senior, is the Death God Douluo Ye Xishui really dead?"
The moment these words came out, Ning Tian and Gu Tianchen's brows furrowed, and Di Tian also raised his brows accordingly. Because they all understood Chen Junting's meaning. This was probably that Death God Douluo not being dead!
Di Tian's dragon eyes slightly concentrated, quite confidently saying, "Presently, there is no spirit master who can be pierced through the chest by this seat's Dragon God Claw and not die."
"Yes..."
Chen Junting agreed, but the following sentence once again shocked Ning Tian and the others. "I remember during the soul hunting operation, we also sliced Zhongli Wu in half. Now, how could he possibly be perfectly intact and 'alive'? Moreover, it's said their strength has risen to a higher level compared to before."
At this moment, everyone fell silent.
Did this represent that the Holy Spirit Cult had resurrection methods?
"This matter must be investigated clearly."
Ning Tian lightly pursed her lips, her expression extremely serious.
"This matter, is probably related to gods."
Di Tian's words received Chen Junting's agreement.
Such profound resurrection was absolutely not something humans could accomplish, unless Zhongli Wu and Ye Xishui's resurrection was actually fake.
But impersonating two Limit Douluo—who had this ability?
However, what Di Tian said to Chen Junting and Ning Tian next made Chen Junting stunned for a moment. "Right, I need to tell you something. Just now, I sensed the Goddess of Love's aura from you two, which is to say, one of you two has been chosen by the Goddess of Love as a successor."
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