I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed since the last Soul Master Competition.

In Soto City, at the gate of the old site of Shitlake College, Oscar, who had just returned from a long journey, saw a group of familiar lonely elderly people. Then, in their surprised eyes, he met his former classmate and good friend, Ma Hongjun, after a long absence.

Ma Hongjun sitting in a wheelchair.

"Fatty, you too?!"

"Xiao Ao, so you are the same? It seems like we are all cursed..."

When the two people met, they looked at each other's faces, each of them looking older, and couldn't help but feel sad.

Oscar, who looked like he was half buried in the ground, looked at Ma Hongjun, who was like a candle in the wind, pursed his lips, and asked with some sadness:

"Have you solved your evil fire problem? If not, considering your current condition, it won't be..."

"Yes."

Ma Hongjun seemed to have been relieved, and he looked at the setting sun in the distant sky in a low and silent manner.

"I don't have much time left to live. In the remaining days, let me make use of my remaining energy to help Dean Flanders teach the students."

"…Students? What students?"

After coming back to his senses from his brief depression, Oscar asked with some confusion:

"Has Shrek Academy been rebuilt? Or has the dean accepted new disciples?"

Ma Hongjun shook his head.

"neither."

He looked towards Soto City again.

"After the dean and teachers brought me back, they had lost all their ambition and no longer had the ambition to train any peerless monsters. They had a shallow cooperation with the kingdom officials and took over the Soto Junior Soul Master Academy in Soto City. Now they are teaching a group of innocent and ordinary children. Their abilities are more than enough, which can be regarded as satisfying their wish to teach and educate people."

"Is that so? That's fine."

Oscar nodded with a complicated expression.

"By the way, why are you here? I just came here and saw Teacher Zhao and Teacher Li in the village."

"because……"

Ma Hongjun finally closed his eyes.

“We still like it here better.”

……

Oscar stayed with Ma Hongjun for a while, and without waiting for Xiao Huohuo, Huo Yuhao, Tang San or Xiao Wu to arrive, he went to Soto City alone, wanting to visit the Soto Junior Soul Master Academy.

As for, Dai Mubai?

He is dead.

A few years ago, news spread that the eldest prince of the Xingluo Empire, Davis, had succeeded to the throne. Dai Mubai had not been heard from since then. Ordinary people did not know, but for people like Oscar and Ma Hongjun who often paid attention to their classmates, they could already guess that Dai Mubai was most likely dead.

In fact, it is impossible to not die.

After all, they had vaguely heard Dai Mubai mention the symbol of his one eye with a double pupil.

After entering Soto City, Oscar walked on the street.

In a trance, he seemed to see a familiar figure. He was a little unsure, but still followed it.

I followed him all the way into a small alley.

"you are……"

Oscar couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the black-robed figure who calmly stopped.

"Holy Son, Your Highness?"

Hearing the voice, Wang Zhao turned around.

"It's really you!"

Oscar was a little surprised.

"What a coincidence. Are you coming to Soto City to do something? I can help you."

Wang Zhao nodded, then shook his head.

"I was originally planning to do something, but now everything is fine."

"Oh……"

Oscar was tactful and didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, Wang Zhao was ready to leave, but just as he took a step, he suddenly asked:

"A few years ago, I invited you to join the Spirit Hall, but you didn't agree. Do you regret it now?"

Oscar pursed his lips, wanting to say something but inexplicably unable to speak.

Wang Zhao had already gotten the answer. He smiled lightly and disappeared on the spot.

Oscar stood there for a long time, and finally, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Ugh……"

……

Not far from Soto City, on a road, Wang Zhao found Xiao Huohuo walking.

After looking at his back for a while, feeling the fluctuations of soul power emanating from him that were close to the Soul Saint realm, as well as his body that seemed to have solved the problem of foundation loss, he finally shook his head.

"Unfortunately, you are a 'wood of no use'..."

Say it.

Wang Zhao stretched out his hand without hesitation and crushed Xiao Huohuo to death.

Both the soul and the body are destroyed, not even a trace is left.

Just like that, Xiao Huohuo died!

A black stone flew out strangely from the place where he died. The space suddenly fluctuated and a crack and black hole appeared, as if it was about to escape.

Wang Zhao's eyes focused, and with a wave of his hand, he repaired the crack in space, then blocked off all four directions, and even froze time.

Then, he took a calm step forward and held the black stone that was suspended in the void in his hand.

"This is?"

……

It is also not far from Soto City.

On a stone peak, Wang Zhao appeared behind Huo Yuhao who was gazing into the distance.

Huo Yuhao’s body shook, and he suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw Wang Zhao.

"you……"

His pupils suddenly shrank, and then shook violently, as if he realized something.

"Are you here to kill me?"

He asked directly.

"Yes."

Wang Zhao nodded.

"Even if I join the Spirit Hall now?"

"What did you do earlier? Besides, I can't rest assured."

"Must be killed?"

"It is necessary to kill him."

Huo Yuhao pursed his lips and finally asked:

"Qiu'er...what's your relationship with her?"

Can't hold it in anymore?

Wang Zhao looked at Huo Yuhao, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said nothing.

Huo Yuhao’s expression changed for a while, sometimes turning blue, sometimes red, and finally he sighed silently.

"Then come on, I am just an ant who has just entered the Soul Emperor level. How can I resist you?"

Wang Zhao then stretched out his hand.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up and suddenly shot out a golden light.

Then the storage soul guide device in his hand flashed with light, and several fixed-type soul guide cannons that he had made over the years appeared around him and fired in an instant.

Then, a mysterious and extraordinary golden halo rose from behind his head, emitting an aura that was even more powerful than that of the peerless Douluo in the world.

However, it's just power...

A golden, white and blue phantom of an ice silkworm appeared beside him, or rather, it was the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm that turned from virtual to real!

...In an instant, Huo Yuhao unleashed several unknown trump cards, which made Wang Zhao marvel and sigh inwardly.

If it were a Titled Douluo, he might have been killed by Huo Yuhao.

While thinking this in his mind, Wang Zhao did not slow down. He stretched out his hand and pressed lightly, crushing Huo Yuhao to death cleanly and indisputably.

The dragon's body and soul were destroyed, its bones and ashes were scattered.

At the last moment, Huo Yuhao turned around, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to struggle and escape, but when he realized that he had nowhere to run and gave up the glimmer of hope in his heart, he ruthlessly blew himself up, leaving nothing for Wang Zhao.

……

Following the marks he had placed on Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, Wang Zhao traveled through space and came to an unfamiliar valley.

That's right, Wang Zhao planned to take action against the father and son in advance. He took action against Tang Hao because he was about to complete the nine tests of Rakshasa and become a god, and Wang Zhao needed to kill him. After all, after becoming a god, Tang Hao was qualified to threaten the Spirit Hall. Also, thinking of the deal with Rakshasa Shennian, Wang Zhao couldn't let Tang Hao become a god so naturally.

As for Tang San, although there are still five years before Wang Zhao is really suitable to kill him, Wang Zhao doesn't want to wait any longer. Now, through the means created by exploring the power of time and space, he is sure to completely kill Tang San five years in advance.

At this time, the father and son of the Tang family seemed to have just finished a battle, and they were standing one in front of the other in a somewhat embarrassed state. Tang San stood in front, and Tang Hao stood behind him, staring at his son's back with a strange look, and squeezed the Haotian Bamboo Shoot in his hand.

Tang Hao closed his eyes slightly.

An evil divine voice seemed to ring in his heart—

"Rakshasa Eight Tests: Gaining the approval of the sacred artifact Rakshasa Scythe. Completed."

"Nine Tests of Rakshasa: The great evil kills relatives, the father is unkind, the devil rises and the Tao disappears. You need to kill your son Tang San and take away his Shura inheritance before you can become a god. Unfinished."

"Reward: Rakshasa (God) is coming!"

"..."

have a look!have a look!

What do you want from him?

Tang Hao felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know how many times he had been filled with resentment towards the divine test issued by Rakshasa God. He wanted to twist his mouth on the spot and say "I don't want this mere Rakshasa God position"!

However, he was so close to success, and when he thought of the irreparable sins he had committed over the years, he became hesitant.

Is it possible to kill your son first, and then resurrect him after you become a god, and return the inheritance of the Shura God to him?

In the past few days, he often thought so with good wishes.

However, the Rakshasa divine thought never responded to him, making him unable to make up his mind.

Back to the present. Seeing his son showing his back to him without reservation, Tang Hao felt his mouth dry, as if a Rakshasa throne was placed in front of him.

Tempting yourself.

Hey!

I can't take it anymore!

Finally, Tang Hao seemed to be half insane and half awake, and took out his Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Then, he closed his eyes and hesitantly slashed at his son...

"Ba Ba!"

"What are you doing?!!!"

Suddenly, Tang Hao heard Tang San's cry. He opened his eyes and saw Tang San looking terrified and incredulous.

"Xiao San, I, I..."

Tang Hao's body trembled.

Tang San couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar Baba in front of him with doubt and suspicion, and subconsciously took out his hidden weapon.

In the past few days, Tang San, who was very sensitive to murderous intent, actually felt that something was wrong with his father, but he didn't dare to think too much about it. At most, he just kept an eye on him.

Who knew it would actually come in handy.

Just now, his boss actually wanted to kill him! If he hadn't been careful, maybe, maybe he would have...

You have a way to die!

Tang San finally couldn't help but roar in his heart.

"This is, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe?!"

Suddenly, Tang San thought of the origin of the strange black-purple sickle in Tang Hao's hand. His pupils shrank suddenly and he couldn't help but ask loudly:

"Where are you from? Tell me!"

"I……"

Seeing that his son was wary of him at this moment, Tang Hao felt extremely ashamed for a moment, but then he hardened his heart.