The Holy Spirit Four Heavenly Kings

"Oh no!"

The moment Ghost Emperor sensed two more auras approaching, his face turned green. He took out a jade talisman from his Storage Soul Tool and crushed it outright.

This damned Angel Martial Soul suppressed him far too strongly.

It was even stronger than the Golden Tree had been back then. That Angel Domain, with its extreme holiness, extreme light, and extreme flame, had suppressed at least twenty percent of his strength, leaving him with only around seventy percent of his usual power.

If the other party were even a little stronger, he might not even have fifty percent left. What kind of absurd concept was that?

As long as she reached Title Douluo, with that kind of suppression, a Quasi-God-level Evil Soul Master would die outright with just the slightest move of her hand.

"I absolutely can't let this woman live!"

"Oh my, it's pretty lively here." Xie Xie, dressed in white, stepped out of the void. The Space-Time Dragon coiled around him, and his gaze locked onto Ghost Emperor as well. Perhaps because of Martial Soul Possession, even Xie Xie's hair had turned bluish-white at this moment.

"An Evil Soul Master, huh."

Sensing that cold, dark aura, Xie Xie also put away his amused smile. After all, everyone knew exactly how disgusting and cruel Evil Soul Masters were.

The moment one was encountered, as long as it could be ensured that innocent people nearby would not be dragged into it, they had to be killed. That could be considered one of the Butian Sect's rules. After all, the Holy Spirit Cult and Butian had never been on the same path. You took in Evil Martial Souls, and I took in dark Martial Souls too, but when you did evil, I did not. And don't start with that