I’ve already become a titled Douluo, and only now the system arrives?

Chapter 207: A Demon Among Men, Hell Descends

Tang San found himself at a loss for words.

At that moment, he couldn't help but think that the abyssal demon he had released was somewhat reckless.

In fact, Tang San had guessed correctly. This demon lord was indeed reckless; otherwise, it wouldn't have been manipulated. However, according to the normal course of events, this would have taken thousands of years to unfold.

"Do you think there's anyone else here besides me?"

He responded irritably.

"Pathetic worm, is this how you speak to the Demon Lord Alba?"

Alba's temper was like a volatile explosive, igniting instantly in response to Tang San's attitude.

The purple-gold giant sword in Alba's hand swung with a gust of wind towards Tang San.

The terrifying momentum was enough to make an ordinary Titled Douluo shudder.

But how could the current Tang San be compared to an ordinary Titled Douluo?
His Clear Sky Hammer intercepted the giant sword with precision. A slight tap deflected Alba's sword, demonstrating remarkable finesse, and Tang San executed it without the slightest awkwardness.

Tang San's ability to reach this level was thanks to Tang Chen. After integrating Tang Chen's insights, he had fully mastered the Clear Sky Nine Stances, wielding them effortlessly.

"Pathetic ant, are you provoking me?"

After his attack failed, Alba became furious. Purple flames ignited on his body and quickly spread, engulfing even his purple-gold giant sword.

Tang San could clearly see that the space within a hundred meters around Alba was distorted by the heat.

Yet, he remained calm.

As always, no matter how strong Alba was, he hadn't reached the god level. Thus, he was still under Tang San's control, and everything was within his grasp.

"Humph!"

With a light snort, soul rings began to appear under Tang San's feet.

Nine black, one red, and one gold.

Although Alba didn't understand what these colors represented, the immense power radiating from Tang San made him panic.

"A god-level energy fluctuation? Are you a god of this world?"

Alba didn't even notice his own voice trembling.

He was scared.

This was a god, a true god, standing at least two levels above him.

If this god meant him harm, it could be disastrous.

Instinctively, he wanted to escape through the spatial gate behind him.

But with a wave of Tang San's hand, the spatial gate closed.

"What exactly do you want? Just say it outright. Maybe we can cooperate."

Alba mustered his courage to ask Tang San.

He was impulsive and reckless, but that didn't mean he was brainless.

Tang San's demeanor told him that this person—no, this god—must have some motive.

Upon hearing this, Tang San smiled, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Bringing you to this world can actually benefit you greatly."

"Really?" Alba was skeptical.

Tang San said with a faint smile, "In this world, you can destroy and wreak havoc as you please. Don't you think that benefits you?"

"What!"

Alba was stunned. "You're not joking, right? As a god of this world, isn't it your duty to protect it?"

Tang San shook his head slowly. "I am thoroughly disappointed in this world."

"Hahaha, you said it yourself. Don't go back on your word." Alba couldn't contain his joy and laughed heartily.

Tang San then advised, "But I must remind you to avoid a place called Sea God Island. There may be individuals there even you cannot defeat. Other than that, no one should be able to stop you."

In Tang San's view, Qin Xiao and Sea God Island were places not to be approached for now.

Once Alba's strength improved, he could test the waters there.

As for the demon Alba wreaking havoc on the Douluo Continent, so be it.

Destruction precedes reconstruction.

Tang San planned to eliminate Alba before things got out of control.

After leaving the City of Slaughter, Alba felt like he had entered paradise.

"If I let loose and devour everything, my strength will rise another level in no time, right?"

Alba was ecstatic as he followed the life auras in the air to a small city.

He spread his wings wide, blocking out the sun.

"Daddy, look at the sky! What is that?"

In the city, a little girl pointed at Alba's enormous figure in awe.

"That's... run!"

A middle-aged man saw Alba's terrifying form and immediately grabbed his daughter to flee.

But it was too late.

Purple flames spewed from Alba, incinerating the father and daughter into ashes instantly.

Streams of souls were sucked into Alba's mouth.

"Delicious, the souls of this world are exceptionally pure. If I devour millions of such pure souls, I could reach quasi-god level power in this world."

The more Alba thought about it, the more excited he became.

He launched into a bloodier massacre.

In no time, the entire small city was engulfed in flames, filled with wails of despair, resembling a living hell.

Alba spread his arms, grabbing souls and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Demon! You're not a soul beast, you're a demon!"

A disheveled figure ran towards Alba from a distance.

He wielded a long knife, with two soul rings glowing at his feet.

"Oh, this human is a bit different."

Alba noticed this person and, with a flick of his finger, the soul master exploded instantly.

Alba grabbed the soul, images flashing before his eyes as he probed the soul master's memories.

Moments later, a smile appeared on Alba's face. "Douluo Continent, soul masters, interesting, very interesting. Oh, and Spirit City is hosting a soul master tournament?"

Having obtained the information he wanted, Alba casually popped the soul master's soul into his mouth, his eyes lighting up.

"Eating the soul of a human soul master is equivalent to twenty ordinary souls."

"And this is just a low-level soul master. How much more could I gain from higher-level soul masters?"

The more Alba thought about it, the more excited he became. Spreading his wings, he soared towards Spirit City.

On the other side.

Spirit City.

After the soul master tournament had reached its conclusion, Qin Xiao chose not to leave Spirit City immediately but returned to his resting place there.

He was eager to claim the rewards for completing his tasks.

Locking himself in his room and instructing everyone to stay away and not disturb him, Qin Xiao mentally commanded, "Claim."

In the next moment, he felt a surge of power merging with his soul power, elevating his cultivation.

Crack.

Before long, Qin Xiao heard a faint cracking sound, although it was somewhat indistinct.

But he knew it wasn't an illusion, for his cultivation had just broken through the level 95 barrier!

"Ninety-five!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Xiao's lips.

A level 95 Titled Douluo at twenty years old—decent, he thought.

Next, Qin Xiao activated the second reward, which was to increase the age of two designated soul rings by 100,000 years.

He activated his soul rings, revealing nine rings: one red, two purple, and six black.

"System, increase the age of the second and third soul rings."

Qin Xiao had already decided.

As his strength grew, his opponents became stronger, and the lower-aged soul rings were used less frequently. They needed to be enhanced.

As his words fell, the colors of Qin Xiao's second and third soul rings began to change.

In just a few breaths, the rings transformed from purple to black and then from black to red.

The benefits of gaining two 100,000-year soul rings were immense.

His soul power increased again, reaching the peak of level 95 due to the influence of the two 100,000-year soul rings.

Of course, breaking through to the next level would require more than just an increase in soul power; it would require insights.

Additionally, he gained new soul skills.

It's well known that a 100,000-year soul ring grants two soul skills. Because the rings were life-giving rather than replacements like Er Ming's, Qin Xiao retained his original skills and gained two additional ones.

The new skill from the second soul ring was: Thunderous Nine Heavens, an upgraded version of the previous Thunder Shockwave, with a range extending ten miles.

Of course, the further away from Qin Xiao, the weaker the power.

The new skill from the third soul ring was: Space Swap.

Space Swap allowed Qin Xiao to swap any objects within his mental coverage area according to his will. Additionally, he could swap places with himself, essentially an extended use of the third soul skill, teleportation.

"Nice skills, very practical."

Qin Xiao was pleased. He then took out the third reward, the broken Thunder Emperor Armor.

It was a damaged piece of armor with numerous cracks and several large holes. An ancient, desolate aura emanated from it.

Holding the armor, Qin Xiao felt as if he were on an ancient battlefield, witnessing countless mighty beings fighting.

Those beings were far more powerful than any on Douluo Continent, the battle incredibly fierce, mountains crumbling, and seas drying up.

Gradually, Qin Xiao found himself immersed in the scene, unable to extricate himself.

It wasn't until he saw a figure clad in battle armor, wielding thunder from the heavens, falling, that he snapped out of the strange vision.

"Was that your former master?"

Qin Xiao gently stroked the Thunder Emperor Armor in his hands, murmuring to himself.

Unfortunately, the Thunder Emperor Armor did not respond.

"It seems it hasn't recognized me yet."

Qin Xiao surmised that his current strength was still too low. With a thoughtful expression, he put the armor away.

The opportunity was in his hands, so there was no need to worry about obtaining it eventually.

As he pushed the door open and stepped outside, he noticed a crowd had gathered.

Liu Erlong, Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, A Yin, Ning Rongrong, and others were all present.

"Your Majesty, it's been three days. You've finally come out."

The crowd looked visibly relieved.

Qin Xiao was surprised. "Three days?"

"Yes!"

Ning Rongrong nodded emphatically.

Qin Xiao pondered for a moment, realizing the issue must have stemmed from the Thunder Emperor Armor.

That environment was truly timeless.

"Has anything happened in the past three days?"

"The Pope of Spirit Hall sent people twice to invite you to a banquet at the Pope's Palace, but we refused as per your instructions."

Liu Erlong replied solemnly.

"The Pope?" Qin Xiao nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.

Bibi Dong's invitation was likely the same old topic—joining Spirit Hall.
He had no interest in that, so rejecting it saved a lot of trouble.

Suddenly, Qin Xiao's expression changed, and he turned his gaze towards the distance.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The others noticed Qin Xiao's unusual reaction.

Boom!
Suddenly, with a loud noise, the entire Spirit City trembled. Then a purple flame appeared in the sky above Spirit City, like a blazing sun.

"What is that?"

"What a terrifying aura."

Everyone in the courtyard sensed the anomaly.

Qin Xiao did not answer immediately. His gaze penetrated the purple flames, revealing the truth.

It was a demon.

Undoubtedly, it was Alba, the demon lord from the Abyssal Plane.

"Who dares cause trouble in my Spirit City!"

With a roar, a pitch-black demon bear soared into the sky, surrounded by nine flashing soul rings, charging towards Alba.

This was none other than one of the elders of Spirit Hall, Demon Bear Douluo.

"Look, a Titled Douluo elder is making a move."

"Who is that in the purple flames? They don't know their place, causing trouble in Spirit Hall!"

"Don't worry, with the elder intervening, there's no suspense. Whoever it is will surely die."

Countless people in Spirit City looked up. Just moments ago, they had been worried about the presence in the purple flames, but now, seeing a Spirit Hall elder appear, they felt reassured.

After all, in the world of soul masters, there was no problem a Titled Douluo couldn't solve.

"Heh, a pretty decent fellow. Eating you is worth a thousand souls."

Alba coldly sneered, his eyes flashing with greed. He swung his purple-gold giant sword, unleashing a sword beam over a hundred meters long that slashed at Demon Bear Douluo.

In just one strike, all of Demon Bear Douluo's defenses were shattered. He screamed as he fell from the sky, engulfed in purple flames.

"Pathetic ant, do you dare to attack in the presence of the great Demon Lord Alba?" Alba's cold voice echoed above Spirit City.

Indeed.

At his current level, those below level 95 Titled Douluo were insignificant.

"My God, am I seeing things?"

"That was an elder of Spirit Hall, yet he wasn't a match for that guy."

"How terrifying is he?"

"Run!"

The next moment, some in Spirit City panicked, though others remained calm.

What's there to panic about?

This is Spirit Hall, after all. Even if the sky falls, the Pope will hold it up.

"Tremble in fear. The more terrified you are, the more delicious your souls will be."

Alba laughed maniacally.

He spread his arms wide, basking in the ecstasy.

Of course, he didn't remain idle. As his power surged, nine portals descended from the sky, scattering across Spirit City.

Each portal was over fifty meters high, and nine massive figures stepped through.

These figures were strikingly similar to Alba in the sky.

Behind them were various creatures never seen on Douluo Continent.

Huge hellhounds, muscular demons over 2.5 meters tall with four arms, scales, and purple-black skin.

Above the demons' heads, winged creatures, human-sized with wings, flew.

In a short time, the army of demons, hellhounds, and flying demons exceeded ten thousand.

These creatures from the Abyssal Plane were obviously not friendly. They attacked any living beings they saw, ruthlessly and viciously.

In no time, Spirit City was engulfed in chaos and bloodshed.

(End of Chapter)

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