Douluo Dalu 3 | Divine Destruction

Licking his lips, White could hardly hold back his excitement. Qiangu Dongfeng had one of the most delectable 'scents' that the Slayer had ever encountered. The pride and coiling desire for control was damn near addictive. 

"You damned rat." Gritting his teeth hard enough to crack, the Pagoda Master glared hatefully at the Fifth Slayer. A sickening lavender energy billowed out of him, its presence alone capable of sealing away space as though a serpent had coiled around the entire area. It was hard to say for sure but it was likely his spiritual domain, a sort of control type domain.

"Kehahaha." Laughing boisterously as he threw his arms to the side, White could feel himself growing stronger by the second. His white robes flowed freely in the wind, the pitch black aura that came from the First Slayer doing nothing to hide the flow of a strange substance into White's body. "This place is the best!" Roaring with excitement, White summoned forth his martial soul.

Thousands of screams filled the air, a sickening sound that rattled the brain of even Qiangu Dongfeng. In White's hand, a blade made of pure white energy danced in his grasp. Spectral faces, eyes, and mouths covered the length of his blade, the screams of the damned escaping his martial soul thousands at a time.

"…An evil soul master." Frowning in distaste, Qiangu Dongfeng didn't recognize the martial soul but he knew well enough that it was strong. With each scream his spiritual sea was nearly cut down, if that came from just holding the blade it was no secret that it was powerful.

"Did you think a Slayer would be good, old man?" Scoffing in disdain, White regained his bearings even if the bubbling excitement threatened to overflow each moment. The term Slayer was truly appropriate for them. Or him rather.

His martial soul, Soul Devouring Sword, thrived on the dead. The more souls it devoured the stronger it and, by extension, he became. FUG had granted him the opportunity to devour more souls than ever before even if the main prize did remain out of his grasp.

'Luslec…' The mere thought of that man's scent sent shivers down White's spine. His soul was so… captivating! Domination, tyranny, power! His soul screamed of those things, of unfaltering might that could destroy this very world! He may not be a god but he was stronger than they could ever hope to be. He was White's ultimate goal. And to reach that goal, he had to devour the bastard standing before him.

"You pest." Spitting out those words hatefully, Qiangu Dongfeng summoned a coiling staff to his hand as all existence began to distort and swirl. The Coiling Dragon Staff manifested in his palm, distorting reality with its mere presence. It was well known that the Qiangu clan's martial soul was powerful, but seeing was believing.

Violet armor rose from the depths of the Pagoda Master's spiritual realm, ebony engravings crawling upon its surface like slithering snakes. Politically entwined individuals like Qiangu Dongfeng were usually easy to kill since they had too much at stake to play dirty, but the Pagoda Master's hate filled gaze made it clear he didn't care about his reputation right now.

A cocky smirk rose on the God of Soul's face, his expression one of somebody looking at a trophy rather than an opponent. White was confident he could win by his lonesome even if it was a difficult battle but with Luslec's meddling? It was guaranteed victory.

"You'll make a good whetstone, Old Man!" Roaring with glee, a white flash cleaved through space. White's blade was swung, the tip of his blade surely moved, and yet its edge did not pierce the air before him but rather…

"…!" Looking behind him with hardly restrained hatred, Qiangu Dongfeng watched as the top of the Spirit Pagoda, his office, slowly fell to the ground. The Spirit Pagoda's Main Branch which had stood tall for thousands of years would fall today.

History was being made today, and it was certainly not in the Spirit Pagoda's favor. Taking a deep breath, the Pagoda Master felt his blood boil as his hatred for the rats of FUG nearly overpowered his hatred toward Yun Ming. He hated them, despised them with every fiber of his being, but this was no time to release that anger. Judgement would come one day.

"A building can be rebuilt but reputation cannot be so easily restored. You'll have to die today to make up for—" Qiangu Dongfeng's blabbering was cut short when a black haired body skidded to a stop nearby.

"Want to switch?" The playful tone of the Atlas Douluo grated on the nerves of the Pagoda Master but seeing the genuine excitement in the man's eyes was far worse. Yun Ming knew about the God Killers. This entire thing was a farce, a farce he could never prove to be true.

"Get out of my—" A white flash was blocked mere inches away from Qiangu Dongfeng's neck, his words coming to a screeching halt as veins bulged on his brow. "Did you mutt of a master never teach you respect, rat?"

"Did your bitch of a mother ever give birth to a smart son?" Mockingly responding to the Pagoda Master, one of the most respected people in the world, White charged forward. His blade flashed dozens of times in the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword paths cleaving through space toward Qiangu Dongfeng in the span of a single second.

Tapping his staff on the ground, a wave of lavender energy exploded outward as space itself distorted once more. The paths of the sword intent converged, clashing against one another and harmlessly exploding into white motes of light.

Swinging his staff horizontally, it grew larger until it nearly rivaled the very pagoda he ruled over and only continued growing. The earth was shattered as the clouds were parted by the massive martial soul, debris of the crumbling Spirit Pagoda falling all around them.

"Guess you're preoccupied then." Turning his attention to the roaring black dragon, Yun Ming's grin grew a little larger as he lowered his stance. Vanishing in the blink of an eye, pale lightning danced in his path as the Beast God was once more pierced by the strongest spear of mankind.

Neither paid much attention to Yun Ming's departure nor the Beast God's incessant roaring, their minds focused only on one another. They stood still for a brief instant, the loudness of the world fading away as they tensed.

Exploding with power, White's blade cleaved through heaven and earth while Qiangu Dongfeng's martial soul held it together. The two martial souls clashed endlessly in the span of a single second, explosions capable of destroying entire cities popping like fireworks in the sky with each clash.

They were both evenly matched, the speed of White's blade failing to make any progress against the sheer range of Qiangu Dongfeng's staff. It was a stalemate that would end no time soon, a battle that could rage on for days if not months if not for their respective forces.

"...!" Blood leaked from the Pagoda Master's lips as he looked behind him, the familiar face of one of the Four Great Spiriters, the Heaven Saint Douluo Xu Shengqun, meeting him in an unfamiliar shape. His body was ghastly, translucent, and nearly impossible to see by the naked eye, his very essence dyed white. And he wasn't the only one, hundreds of formidable soul masters in the same ethereal form filled the air without notice.

The stalemate between FUG and the Spirit Pagoda ended as White raised an army of the dead.

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As the start of a new generation of Slayer where their own desires took precedence over Luslec's, White is no pushover. His martial soul is strong, his fighting style even more so, and his battle armor domain yet another step above. He is, for better or worse, extremely talented and powerful.

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