Douluo Dalu: A Shape-Shifting Martial Soul, Playing Wu Liuqi from the Start

A blood-red mask sets off a Douluo frenzy, while a battered ink brush conceals a god-tier performer! Jiang Yan awakens the God-Tier Face-Changing System and stirs up the continent as a deranged actor. With every splash of ink, he transforms into a killer straight out of a Chinese animation: the Demon Blade's thousand shadows shatter the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; a storm of Huayang Needles pierces the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's scales; and the inner force of the Tiangang Art shakes the roof of the Pope's Palace until it crumbles! Where his nine crimson Soul Rings reach, the bones of million-year-old Soul Beasts form his steps, and even the barrier of the Divine Realm is burned through. Yet this performance, which overturns every rule, captivates countless peerless prodigies Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, gazes longingly at his profile beneath the mask. “If this is just a trick, why can't I control my heartbeat?” Deep in the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiao Wu watches him face the Titan Giant Ape alone. “Who are you... and why do you make my heart race more than a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?” Qian Renxue, who has been concealed in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace for twenty years, tears off her disguise. Her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul trembles violently beneath Jiang Yan's Asura talismans. “The moment that theatrical voice rang out, my Martial Soul actually bowed to him!” A blood-red stage spreads across the heavens. Jiang Yan brushes the still-wet blood and ink from his mask, while the roars of countless characters from myriad worlds surge behind him. “Laugh at my battered brush?” Standing atop the remains of million-year-old Soul Beasts, he watches Rainbow Cat's Whirlwind Dance of Fire intertwine with Blue Rabbit's Ice Soul Sword Qi to form a throne. “Look at all the people of this continent: every last one of you will become a frenzied spectator, every last one a corpse in my play!” “When my theatrical voice resounds through the heavens, the so-called gods you worship... will be nothing more than paint for my next mask!”