Whose Fault Was It That Evil Soul Masters Ran Rampant?

"Time to go."

Seeing more and more powerful Federation experts gathering on the perimeter, gradually bringing the two sides closer in strength, the Underworld Emperor transmitted a warning to the Ghost Emperor and the others.

The Underworld Rebirth Domain erupted at full force, summoning countless Underworld Creatures that instantly overwhelmed Yu Guanzhi's Void Creatures, only to be swallowed by the River of Time the very next moment.

With no time to mourn what he had accumulated, the Underworld Emperor flashed forward, his sword twisting as he wounded Yu Guanzhi in just a few moves.

After forcing his opponent back, he did not press the attack. Instead, he turned and thrust with all his might, breaking through the river's blockade.

The Ghost Emperor gritted his teeth and chose to take a slash from Su Tianxuan head-on, instantly losing a year of his time.

But by unleashing his full power, he still managed to trap his opponent for a moment.

The other Evil Soul Masters still alive had long since used their advantage in numbers to gather together, bringing the corpses and spoils they had seized.

The two Quasi-Gods, now free, immediately joined forces with the distant Demon Empress to tear open a Spatial Passage, allowing the Holy Spirit Cult members to escape Mingdu.

Yu Guanzhi and the others wanted to stop them, but against three Quasi-Gods working together, their strength was still far too weak.

Seeing this, Su Tianxuan chuckled and stepped onto the River of Time, which had returned to its original state:

"You're already here. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

He treaded on time, tapping his long blade lightly and sending up bursts of spray.

A scarlet Soul Ring slowly lit up beneath him, and his bearing changed.

Majestic, vast, profound, allowing no resistance.

A layer of indifference settled over his eyes. It was neither cruelty nor heartlessness, but the principle of the great Dao.

Just as before time, nothing was worth remembering.

The Time Blade slashed downstream, whipping up a surge of towering waves.

Wherever the long blade passed, heaven and earth lost their color, and all things withered.

A slash toward the future, toward the end!

Eighth Soul Skill, The Deceased Pass On.

Faced with such a terrifying blade light, the Holy Spirit Cult members' faces filled with horror.

They felt as if their own time was about to reach its end.

Just then, a thunderous shout came from the other side of the Spatial Passage:

"How dare you!"

Two terrifying forces came through the Spatial Passage and joined the Ghost Emperor and the Underworld Emperor in blocking the slash.

Su Tianxuan was a little surprised. He did not pursue them any further, letting them retreat.

If you asked him whether he had won or lost the fight, he could only say he had profited.

He had taken four years from the Quasi-God Ghost Emperor, devoured the time of a huge number of Underworld Creatures, and taken a fair bit of the past from the Evil Soul Masters with that final strike.

Adding all those bits and pieces together, it came to roughly the amount from one or two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

A small profit, no loss.

There was no need to really risk his life.

Watching the Holy Spirit Cult members retreat, Yu Guanzhi stamped his foot in bitter frustration.

They had been attacked right on their doorstep and had still let the attackers escape. He had been a complete failure as commander of the Central Legion.

"Your Excellency, how about... you slash them again? The Central Legion will pay!"

Enduring his injuries, Yu Guanzhi flew over to Su Tianxuan.

Getting Time Douluo to take action was not cheap, but he could not swallow his anger without taking revenge.

Su Tianxuan glanced at him sidelong:

"I just finished fighting Yun Ming and the other one. Are you kidding me?"

He had fought two Quasi-Gods in the morning and two more in the afternoon. His Battle Armor was damaged, and he had not even had time to repair it. No matter how strong he was, he could not keep this up.

Hearing that, Yu Guanzhi could only let out a resentful breath and return to the ground with Su Tianxuan.

"What's the situation?"

he asked his subordinate.

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head:

"The losses are devastating."

Mingdu's western district had nearly been reduced to rubble, and the Evil Soul Masters had stolen most of the Blacksmith Association's assets.

And those were only the material losses.

The casualties were even worse. There were quite a few residential complexes and office buildings nearby, densely packed with people. By the look of it, at least ten thousand had died.

And then there were the other places that had been bombed...

This was probably the most devastating Evil Soul Master attack in over a decade.

"Damn those Evil Soul Masters!"

Looking at the devastation around him, Yu Guanzhi felt his heart bleed.

As Su Tianxuan pulled Zhen Hua back, he casually reminded him:

"It took quite a few moles to 'lure away' so many people. Don't forget that."

Yu Guanzhi gave a subdued grunt of acknowledgment.

The losses this time were great, but fortunately, the hidden dangers within the Federation had been exposed. Nothing like this could be allowed to happen again.

"Your Excellency."

Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi walked over to Su Tianxuan.

Both were pale, their clothes stained with blood, and they had injuries as well.

Clearly, their fight had been no easy one either.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Su Tianxuan nodded to them, and illusory droplets of water flew from his hand and landed on them.

The wounds on the two Angels healed instantly, and their clothes were restored as well.

Reversal.

One of Su Tianxuan's signature abilities.

If one really looked into it, he could even compete for the title of the continent's number one healing-type Soul Master.

Qian Renxue was not too shocked by this. The battle between Quasi-Gods just now had already given her more than enough of a shock.

In her mind, Su Tianxuan was already an expert on Qian Daoliu's level.

She bit her lip lightly and asked with a touch of urgency and a touch of bewilderment:

"Your Excellency, why are there so many Fallen Soul Masters now?"

"Fallen Soul Masters?"

Yu Guanzhi looked at them in puzzlement.

He had never heard of them.

Su Tianxuan briefly explained:

"Fallen Soul Master was what people called Soul Masters who stopped at no evil twenty thousand years ago."

"How come I've never heard of them?"

"Spirit Hall killed them all off. What records would there be?"

"Wasn't Spirit Hall the one that stopped at no evil? They killed Evil Soul Masters too?"

Yu Guanzhi was somewhat surprised.

His ancestors were from Sun Moon, and he only knew the general outlines of the original Douluo Continent's history.

As for an organization like Spirit Hall, buried in history, he had only learned a little about it from textbooks.

"That's not true!"

Qian Renxue immediately retorted, "Spirit Hall were the good guys!"

A chorus of agreement rang out across the Douluo Continent of twenty thousand years ago, while boos filled the Douluo Continent of ten thousand years ago.

Yu Guanzhi gave her a few looks, then glanced at Su Tianxuan. Rather than argue about it, he asked:

"Then how did Spirit Hall keep the Evil Soul Masters under control?"

If it worked, he would bring it before the council.

"Kill them! Hunt them down across the entire continent! Every Fallen Soul Master was either killed or imprisoned!"

Qian Renxue spoke in a firm tone.

When she was little, she had cultivated under Qian Daoliu and the others, and she had seen this sort of thing far too often.

Hearing her answer, Yu Guanzhi could only give an awkward laugh and shake his head:

"A very good method, but the Federation can't use it."

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback, unable to understand why he would say that. Su Tianxuan helped explain:

"No money. Evil Soul Masters don't drop gold coins, so who has that much time to hunt them down every day?"

A cruel fact.

The Federation had to guard against the Abyss and the other two continents, the major organizations were busy fighting among themselves for power and profit, and the experts were preoccupied with cultivation. Where would they find so much effort to spare for Evil Soul Masters?

But Qian Renxue still did not understand:

"Then why could Spirit Hall do it?"

Wasn't fighting evil supposed to be a duty and mission carried out without asking for anything in return?

"Yes, why?"

With Su Tianxuan's seemingly pointless question, everyone present, along with the Douluo Continent of twenty thousand years ago and that of ten thousand years ago, fell silent.

Spirit Hall of twenty thousand years ago had managed to keep a generation of Evil Soul Masters under control, so why couldn't the people who came later do it?

Whose fault was it, ultimately, that Evil Soul Masters had grown ever more rampant?