Those Who Kill Shall Be Killed, First Encounter with an Evil Soul Master

The Iron Blood Sect Master's thick arms swelled to three times their size again. He leaped into the air and smashed toward Ye Chen's golden blade.

But he had greatly overestimated his own strength. With one white, two yellow, and three purple Soul Rings, along with that ordinary Iron Arm Bear Martial Soul, he was far inferior even to average geniuses, let alone an unparalleled prodigy like Ye Chen, who stood at the very pinnacle of the continent.

His only advantage was his Soul Power Level. Even in terms of Soul Power intensity, he might not have been stronger than Ye Chen was now.

Ye Chen's enormous golden blade collided with the Iron Blood Sect Master's massive arm. At the instant of impact, the Iron Blood Sect Master felt not only a terrifying surge of Soul Power, but also a mental blow.

Ye Chen had already become capable of merging his Soul Skills with his Emperor's Supremacy. Every strike carried not only physical damage, but also a mental assault.

Before long, the Iron Blood Sect Master was overwhelmed by the enormous golden blade, its remaining force slashing directly across his chest.

The Iron Blood Sect Master spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the ground. His aura instantly weakened.

Seeing this, the surrounding ordinary disciples were terrified out of their wits. They immediately abandoned their sect and turned to flee.

Ye Chen did not stop them. They were merely ordinary disciples; the true culprits behind the destruction of the Tang Sect were those who remained here.

Those still standing in place were almost all elite disciples of the Iron Blood Sect, along with the Iron Blood Sect's two Soul King elders.

"Do you want to take revenge with your own hands?"

Ye Chen turned to look at Tang Ya behind him and spoke slowly.

Tang Ya looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces across from her, her eyes filled with overwhelming killing intent. She answered heavily, word by word.

"I do. I dream of it!"

Ye Chen then looked toward the disciples and Soul King elders across from him who still intended to flee, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"You want to run? You're dreaming too much."

"Third Soul Skill, Emperor Piercing Wind Stab!"

Ye Chen shouted softly. The third golden Soul Ring on his body shone brilliantly, dazzling to behold.

Before his words had even faded, a wing appeared behind Ye Chen. Flapping it, he slowly rose into the air.

He then unleashed his Third Soul Skill at the Iron Blood Sect disciples and elders opposite him. In an instant, the golden wing transformed into countless light spikes that shot toward them.

The light spikes were incomparably sharp, carrying terrifying impact force and unimaginable speed. As they struck their targets, they instantly pierced their bodies full of holes like honeycombs.

However, Ye Chen precisely controlled his Third Soul Skill when it came to the Iron Blood Sect Master. Rather than killing him, he directed the attack at his lower body.

After that single strike, the Iron Blood Sect's elite disciples had been completely wiped out. The two Soul King elders had also been pierced into honeycombs, with only their last breaths remaining.

As for the Iron Blood Sect Master, his condition was even more miserable. In his clash with Ye Chen, not only had his internal organs nearly burst apart, but his mind had also suffered a devastating blow from Ye Chen. Blood now flowed from all seven of his orifices.

Most fatal of all was his lower body, which Ye Chen had turned into a pincushion. Any slight movement forced him to endure the most horrific pain imaginable.

Ye Chen coldly watched the miserable state of the Iron Blood Sect Master and the two Soul King elders without much sympathy.

Those who kill shall be killed! Those who destroy sects shall have their own sects destroyed!

Ye Chen then took a long blade from his Storage Soul Tool and handed it to Tang Ya behind him.

"The three of them are yours to deal with."

Tang Ya accepted the long blade Ye Chen handed her and gripped it tightly. Her body trembled uncontrollably with excitement—the extreme exhilaration of finally avenging a great hatred.

Walking up to the Iron Blood Sect Master and the two elders, Tang Ya raised her hand. Her slender finger pointed at the Iron Blood Sect Master, Tie Li.

"Tie Li, did you ever imagine that after killing my parents and seizing the Tang Sect's foundation, you would meet such an end? Today, I will use you as a living sacrifice to honor my parents' spirits in heaven."

As she spoke, Tang Ya took out several tiny needles from her Storage Soul Tool. They were the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, Dragon Whisker Needles.

With a flick of both hands, the Dragon Whisker Needles shot into Tie Li and the two Soul King elders beside him.

At once, the expressions on the three men's faces twisted. Their bodies could not move, while huge welts rose all over their skin.

At the same time, Tie Li and the other two let out miserable screams, shrill as pigs being slaughtered. Their voices were so loud that they could be heard hundreds of meters away.

Watching Tang Ya torture the three of them, Ye Chen looked at her with a trace of fear in his eyes. His feet involuntarily took a step back.

Was this woman really this terrifying?

At this moment, Tang Ya had been consumed by hatred. Her crimson eyes stared at Tie Li and the other two as she used every hidden weapon in her Storage Soul Tool on them one by one.

Only after Tie Li and the other two had completely lost all signs of life did Tang Ya finally stop. Tears soaked her face as she threw back her head and let out a sorrowful cry before breaking into tears.

"Father, Mother, I've avenged you!"

Seeing her weep after finally taking her revenge, Ye Chen withdrew the Emperor Aurora Sword. He slowly walked behind her, patted her back, and comforted her.

"Your revenge has been taken. You won't have to dwell on this anymore."

Tang Ya raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Ye Chen. Suddenly, she threw herself into his arms and choked out,

"Thank you..."

After a while, once Tang Ya had calmed down and pulled away from Ye Chen's embrace, she looked at him with a faint blush on her cheeks and asked shyly,

"Was I... terrifying just now? Like some crazy woman?"

Looking at the stark contrast in Tang Ya's behavior, Ye Chen's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say that she had been far more than terrifying—she had looked like a female executioner.

But it was enough to think such words privately. How could he possibly say them directly to a girl?

Ye Chen coughed twice. His golden eyes held a trace of pity as he gently stroked her head.

"Not terrifying. I think anyone who had suffered the destruction of their family would be the same."

"Without experiencing another person's suffering, how could anyone understand how you feel?"

Tang Ya's heart was moved by Ye Chen's words. Looking at the boy standing half a head shorter than her, affection nearly overflowed from her eyes.

How could there be a boy in this world who understands me so well?

Tang Ya then took a step back and solemnly extended a hand toward Ye Chen.

"I never told you my name before. Let's properly get acquainted now. My name is Tang Ya."

Ye Chen took her fair, delicate hand and said,

"Then we'll be friends from now on."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Tang Ya was overjoyed. She tightly held his hand and refused to let go.

Just then, an eerie laugh rang out around Ye Chen.

"Hehehe..."

"A pure light Soul Master, and a promising Evil Soul Master. This Heavenly Dou Journey wasn't wasted after all."

Before the voice had faded, Ye Chen saw a gloomy man dressed in black robes walk out.