Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

"Eye of the Storm!"

Zhou Yi directly poured all of the 5,000 experience points he had accumulated over the past half-month into the Eye of the Storm, an unparalleled divine technique.

The Eye of the Storm is a technique that uses an icy, soul-piercing gaze to strike down opponents with a single glance, making it so that anyone who meets its gaze is immediately defeated if they are weaker than the user.

Even against opponents of the same rank, the power of the Eye of the Storm remains terrifying.

[TN: I don't know where he got this technique. It was never mentioned before. I can only guess that it might be part of Sacred Heart Sutra as that sutra has many techniques in it.]

While this is primarily an offensive technique, it comes with a host of powerful side effects.

For instance, it enhances eyesight and can perceive illusions, among other effects. These bonuses are far stronger than Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, enhancing Zhou Yi's abilities immeasurably.

Zhou Yi's consciousness seemed to transcend time and space, landing on the figure of an ice-carved mask-wearing man. He could clearly feel the man's cultivation, and his understanding of the Eye of the Storm continued to deepen day by day.

Days turned into years.

Unknowable time passed before Zhou Yi regained his senses. His eyes shot out two dazzling beams of light from the dark night, like two suns burning fiercely in the sky.

Soul-piercing.

Though Zhou Yi's consciousness seemed to have journeyed through endless time, only a moment had passed in the outside world.

The Eye of the Storm had reached its peak.

Zhou Yi's eyes underwent a tremendous transformation, his vision now enhanced by over a hundred times. To him, the night was as bright as day.

His gaze could reach immeasurably far.

Whoosh.

With a powerful flap of his Wind and Thunder Wings, Zhou Yi shot several hundred meters into the sky, looking down at the entirety of Notting City.

Even the tiniest ant on the ground was clearly visible.

"Heh, you lecherous thief, you've revealed your claws!"

Soon, Zhou Yi's sharp gaze locked onto a figure about a kilometer outside Notting City, dashing through the forest with a large black bag over their shoulder.

Thanks to the cover of night, without his newfound enhanced eyesight, Zhou Yi might not have spotted the thief at all.

He would have succeeded in his crime otherwise.

Zhou Yi flapped his Wind and Thunder Wings again, chasing after the thief.

"So what if she's the daughter of the Clear Sky Clan? She'll soon be mine to play with," Luo Zhifan grinned, feeling elated as he sensed the restless movements of Tang Yuehua inside the black bag. Before leaving the city, he had felt a bit worried, but now that he had entered this dark forest, he knew he was safe.

Not even a Titled Douluo could track him down in the pitch black.

As long as he found a secluded spot, he would be able to enjoy his "prey."

Zhou Yi watched from above, choosing not to act immediately.

He noticed that the thief's path was not random, but had been planned.

Zhou Yi decided to go after the thief's hideout.

Perhaps there were accomplices to deal with.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Luo Zhifan arrived at a hidden cave. It was a secluded spot, rarely visited even during the day, making it almost impossible to discover.

"It looks like this is his lair," Zhou Yi thought to himself.

He quietly descended, using his Ascending Immortal Steps, moving silently like a breeze, and followed Luo Zhifan into the cave.

At first, the passage was narrow, but after walking for several dozen steps, the cave opened into a spacious area.

The cave was roughly fifty square meters, rather simple and bare, with a massive stone bed at the center, covered with fresh bedding.

Luo Zhifan had only recently discovered this place, and it had not been his regular hideout before. It was Zhou Yi's arrival that had lured him here.

Luo Zhifan placed the black bag on the stone bed, then unzipped it, revealing Tang Yuehua's flushed face, her eyes clouded with both resentment and weakness.

Pop!

Luo Zhifan casually removed the cloth tied around Tang Yuehua's mouth.

"You dare to touch me? The Clear Sky Clan won't spare you! You'll never escape, no matter where you hide, in heaven or on earth!"

Tang Yuehua, with her noble bloodline and the power of her domain, managed to retain some clarity, glaring at Luo Zhifan with hatred.

"I didn't see your face! If you let me go now, I will not hold this against you!"

"Heh, let you go?" Luo Zhifan chuckled, not immediately taking advantage of the beautiful woman in front of him. Instead, he examined her closely.

"Tsk tsk, this figure, this beauty, this temperament... no wonder you're the beloved daughter of the Clear Sky Clan!

"What man wouldn't feel blessed to possess such a beauty for a single night? It's worth dying for!

"Don't worry, I won't touch you…"

Luo Zhifan leaned closer to Tang Yuehua. Frightened, she attempted to retreat as much as she could, but her body was paralyzed and too weak to fight back.

"I won't touch you—at least, not until you're the one who becomes active." He grinned wickedly.

"As the effects of the drug take hold, that immense desire will awaken you, and you'll regain just enough strength to become active yourself, heh heh."

"You... shameless!"

Tang Yuehua was furious and filled with shame, but at this moment, even if she wanted to die, she couldn't.

In the next instant, Tang Yuehua's dazed eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

Followed closely by…

An overwhelming wave of surprise flooded her heart.

She opened her mouth, but quickly suppressed the urge to make any sound. She even hurriedly tried to control her expression, not allowing the other party to notice anything unusual.

However, Luo Zhifan still noticed Tang Yuehua's strange behavior. His instincts went on high alert, and in an instant, he activated his martial soul and turned defensively.

A young man, extraordinarily handsome and dressed in a brilliant red ceremonial robe, appeared before them.

It was none other than Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi wore a calm expression, a playful smile at the corners of his mouth, and he looked at him with a half-smile, saying:

"Nice move!"

"Technical skills, well done!"

"Zhou Yi!"

Luo Zhifan was startled, quickly looking past Zhou Yi.

A mere Soul Elder like Zhou Yi was not worth his attention.

What he feared was Zhou Yi's second disciple—

Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

"Don't worry, I came alone!"

Zhou Yi smiled and added:

"To deal with a scoundrel like you, one person is more than enough!"

"Arrogant!"

Luo Zhifan first felt elated, but upon hearing Zhou Yi's words, his face darkened in rage. How dare a mere Soul Elder look down on him?

Who gave you the courage?

Tang Yuehua's heart was in turmoil, not knowing what Zhou Yi was planning.

He had clearly had the chance to launch a surprise attack, but he didn't.

He could have easily misled them into thinking there were stronger people nearby, but instead, he directly revealed that he came alone.

Did Zhou Yi really think he could take on Luo Zhifan?

"Zhou Yi, be careful, he's a Soul Saint!"

Tang Yuehua loudly warned.

"Kid, are you scared now? Do you really think just because you tricked Sword Douluo Chen Xin into becoming your disciple, you're invincible?"

Luo Zhifan ignored Tang Yuehua's warning. Cracking his knuckles, his bones popped as he grinned maliciously, his face twisting with cruelty:

"Your theories, your tricks don't work on me!"

"Don't worry, after you die, I'll take good care of your two beautiful wives at home."

"Shh!"

Zhou Yi didn't get angry. Calm as water, he merely said indifferently:

"Have you ever seen a sword that separates worlds?"

Almost as soon as Zhou Yi's cold voice sounded, a brilliant and resplendent sword light silently cut through the air.

It was impossible to describe the splendor of this sword.

It was as if the entire world contained only this one sword.

The moment it appeared, it captivated everyone's attention, leaving no room for anything else, no space for anything else to exist.

Under this sword, Luo Zhifan's Soul Power and even his martial soul were effortlessly split apart by the sword light.

The sword's momentum was like a sharp bamboo shoot, cutting down relentlessly.

Luo Zhifan's smile froze on his face as he stood there, stunned.

Moments later...

Whoosh!

Without a sound, his body was silently cleaved in two.

Tang Yuehua's delicate body trembled, her lips parted wide in shock and disbelief as she stared at this scene, barely able to believe her eyes.

One sword, and the Soul Saint was slain?

Can you believe it?

Her heart seemed to be split in two by this peerless sword, leaving an indelible scar, a mark that could never be erased.

Luo Zhifan was dead.

But the poison he had left inside Tang Yuehua's body flared up.

Because Zhou Yi's sword had pierced through Tang Yuehua's soul.

The poison had begun to take effect!

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