This World Has No Good or Evil

"Alright, Xue Feng, bring those two over." A voice came from deeper within the mist. Though it was not loud, it carried Soul Power, allowing all three of them to hear it.

An even more terrifying Evil Soul Master! "Yes, Boss! Black Feather Eagle, take those two pieces of trash!" As he spoke, black wings appeared behind the man in black, and he flew deeper into the mist.

The Black Feather Eagle directly picked the two of them up in its beak before flying into the depths of the fog.

However, a strange change came over the Black Feather Eagle's eyes, as though it were pondering something.

Before long, the three of them and the soul beast arrived in a clearing. The Black Feather Eagle set the two down.

Long Yu opened his eyes. The Meteor Tear continued to work, steadily healing his injuries.

There were seven corpses on the ground as well. Long Yu could still recognize them as members of the Genius Camp.

It seemed another five-man squad had been wiped out. Long Yu stared fixedly at the other man in black standing in the center.

Two soul beasts stood beside him. One was an enormous crocodile, roughly eight meters long, with golden skin covering its entire body. Its limbs were thick and powerful, its claws long, and its massive head alone measured nearly two meters. Two huge brown vertical pupils occasionally shifted as they stared at Long Yu, as if they too were considering something.

Eight meters long and entirely golden—this was a Golden Crocodile, and it had already reached the ten-thousand-year level.

The other soul beast was an enormous python fifteen or sixteen meters in length. Its yellow and brown scales interlaced, and a small protrusion sat atop its somewhat oval head. This python-type soul beast was already evolving in the direction of a flood dragon.

Another ten-thousand-year soul beast—the Reticulated Python.

Three ten-thousand-year soul beasts, and all of them were of excellent quality.

"What, you two little ones look quite unconvinced. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Yu," said a pale-faced man. There was not a trace of color in his fairly handsome features, giving off a chilling aura. His black clothes contrasted starkly with his white face.

Long Yu and Qian Renxue looked at Mo Yu, but neither spoke.

Long Yu was currently unable to speak, while Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and said, "You evil Evil Soul Masters—one day, my Spirit Hall will wipe every last one of you out!"

"Evil? You say we are evil, but how are we Evil Soul Masters evil? Does good and evil truly exist in this world?

What we consider good and natural is evil in your eyes. There is no absolute evil or goodness in this world!"

"Y-you Evil Soul Masters cultivate through methods of extreme cruelty! For the sake of cultivation, you use the blood, flesh, and even souls of humans and soul beasts!

Every time you cultivate, you kill countless Soul Masters, commoners, and soul beasts. Is that not cruel? Is that not evil?" Qian Renxue said.

"Ha ha ha! Little girl, you truly are naive.

What is good? What is evil? The goodness and evil you speak of are merely the words of the strong.

This world has always been one where the strong devour the weak. The strong rule the weak. What is wrong with the strong controlling the lives of the weak?

If our Evil Soul Master faction had won that great war ten thousand years ago, then in our eyes, the weak would merely be cultivation resources.

If we declared that to be the truth, do you think cultivators today would still consider us evil?" Mo Yu shook his head as he spoke.

"You're talking nonsense!" Qian Renxue shouted.

"Ignorant little girl, you say that we Evil Soul Masters are evil because we kill people to cultivate. Then has Spirit Hall never killed anyone? Has it never killed soul beasts?

We Evil Soul Masters merely make full use of their corpses, squeezing every bit of value from them. Why do you believe Evil Soul Masters represent evil while Spirit Hall represents justice?

Isn't your self-deceiving way of thinking laughable? Or should I call it a double standard?" Mo Yu remained unhurried, watching the two of them with great interest.

Here, he was not worried that these two would have any chance to turn things around.

From the memories of the Genius Camp members earlier, he had learned that a Titled Douluo had personally come to oversee their safety.

He had gone to great lengths to lure these students in different directions, leaving those Spirit Hall members responsible for security unable to attend to everything.

To lower their guard, he could only send soul beasts of different ages to draw them away instead of personally dispatching subordinates to surround and kill them.

He had even deliberately waited more than ten days before making his move, all to avoid revealing the work of Evil Soul Masters and to lower their vigilance.

Who could have known that soul beasts would join forces with them?

Qian Renxue fell silent. She had never considered the words of this Evil Soul Master before.

In her eyes, Evil Soul Masters should be exterminated. They were evil, while Spirit Hall was right, maintaining the continent's stability and protecting commoners.

Yet now, that unwavering belief seemed to have begun to waver.

Yes, why was it evil when Evil Soul Masters killed people, but justice when Spirit Hall killed people? But what faction could dare claim it had never killed anyone? Wasn't that just the pot calling the kettle black?

And if Spirit Hall wanted to unify the continent, there would inevitably be massive bloodshed and countless killings. Could it be...

"Look at you. Have I left you speechless? Do you think what I said is right?

There has never been any evil or justice. Those laughable labels merely reflect the will of the victors.

In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak, much less love or pity for them!

It is their honor to become the foundation stones on our path to becoming strong! We Evil Soul Masters are souls from the abyss of darkness. In the world of darkness, there is no evil or justice, nor is there kindness. The strong control everything belonging to the weak!" Mo Yu said.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at this child. Truly pitiful. What an excellent body—it would be perfect for making one of my corpse puppets." Mo Yu walked over to a student's corpse and stroked his face.

"He really does resemble those damned bastards. Ha ha ha!" Mo Yu suddenly burst into laughter, though two streams of bloody tears ran down from his eyes.

"Why?! Why can't we Evil Soul Masters appear openly and honestly? Why must our existence be denied? Why are those bastards born to discriminate against us? Why are we watched the moment our martial souls awaken?

Do we deserve to be exterminated just because our martial souls are evil?!

Those damned villagers were hostile toward me. Those bastards bullied and isolated me. Deep down, they regarded me as a monster! I wanted to kill every one of you bastards! Finally, after being beaten once again, I unleashed my martial soul and killed all those bastards! When those damned villagers could not find me, they killed the only parents who loved me! I survived by hiding beneath the bed. I cultivated without stop, killed without stop, and finally slaughtered every one of those bastards! From the moment my martial soul awakened, heaven or hell was never my choice. I had only the fate of being chosen!" Mo Yu said crazily.

Then he tightened his grip and crushed that student's head! "Sigh, just looking at him irritates me. The moment I see that face, I think of those bastards! He is not even qualified to become my corpse puppet now!" Mo Yu shook his head.

"My lord! Should we kill these two first?" Xue Feng asked respectfully from the side.