This Is How Spirit Hall Does Things

"Speak quickly if you have something to say." Yan sounded impatient.

"Let me go."

Blood-colored mist began to spread around Morris, and a dense ball of blood-red light appeared in his hand. "Otherwise, I'll detonate this Blood Explosion Poison Bomb right here!

It contains my most refined Blood Poison. Once it explodes, the poison will spread with the wind and turn at least a hundred civilians into festering blood amid unbearable pain!

Then it will be Spirit Hall that forced these innocent people to their deaths. Let's see how you explain yourselves to the Balak Kingdom and the Starfall Empire! Hahahaha!"

Yan watched Morris laugh wildly and said nothing for a moment.

Morris assumed his threat had worked. The smile on his face was no longer concealed. "You people from Spirit Hall claim to stand for justice and value the lives of these lowly commoners so highly. How foolish!"

As he spoke, he turned, ready to leave at once.

"Spirit Hall?"

At that moment, Yan spoke. His strangely calm voice interrupted Morris.

"Killing Fallen Soul Masters and removing the scourges of the continent is the duty bestowed upon Soul Masters like us. What does that have to do with whether one belongs to Spirit Hall?"

Morris froze.

Yan continued, his even tone carrying a trace of amusement. "Besides, you underestimate Spirit Hall's resolve.

As the number one Soul Master power on the continent, possessing peak strength beyond that of any nation or sect, what Spirit Hall does or does not do is not for others to criticize.

Whether it is Balak or the Star Luo Empire, would they truly dare to hold Spirit Hall accountable?"

As he spoke, Yan's voice suddenly turned cold. "You are nothing more than a petty Fallen Soul Master, yet you dare threaten me?

Your blood debts are already too numerous to count. If I let you go, who knew how many more bloody debts you would incur? In that case, what did the sacrifice of a few civilians matter?

At the very least, you will die here today, and I will avenge those innocents who died by your hand."

Hearing Yan's merciless words, the smile gradually faded from Morris's face. He stared at Yan in disbelief. "Are you really from Spirit Hall? How can you be so tyrannical and cruel?

Are you truly not afraid of being held accountable by the Balak Kingdom and the Starfall Empire? Not afraid of the scorn of the other Soul Masters and civilians across the continent?"

"No, you are wrong. Killing a Fallen Soul Master guilty of countless crimes will only make Spirit Hall's glory shine even brighter."

Yan sneered. "Spirit Hall's duty is to preserve the continent's stability and eliminate every factor that could bring chaos to it.

So what if we are a little domineering? This is how Spirit Hall does things!"

He slowly raised his right hand, burning with Dark Gold Flame, and aimed it at Morris.

"You!" Morris's pupils contracted sharply, all color draining from his face. At that moment, he was completely certain that the other party would not fall for this at all.

Yan was even cold enough to sacrifice the civilians of the slums just to kill him here. "Are you insane? Are you really going to become a butcher?"

"The butcher is you." Yan delivered his final words, and cold flames suddenly surged within his dark gold eyes.

"Your life is mine. As for the poison bomb, before you can release it, I will burn you to ashes."

Before his words had faded, his figure suddenly blurred.

Flowing Fire Burning Shadow!

At an eerie angle and speed, Yan instantly closed the distance by several meters.

"Flame Fall, Red Star!"

The dark gold Crimson Flame above his right fist compressed to the extreme, transforming into an intensely concentrated beam of fire that tore through the air and shot straight for Morris's throat.

It was far faster than Morris could possibly react!

This was his true burst speed under the enhancement of Burning Flame.

"No!" Morris let out a desperate roar. No longer caring about anything else, he frantically hurled the Blood Explosion Poison Bomb in his hand toward the slums, hoping to divert Yan's attention.

At the same time, he desperately rolled deeper into the civilian district.

"Too late."

Yan's icy voice rang beside his ear.

The beam of flame struck later, yet arrived first. It did not attack the poison bomb.

Instead, at the critical instant, it precisely pierced the last thin Soul Power barrier Morris had desperately raised before himself and punched through his throat!

"Urgh..." Morris's movements stiffened. The light in his eyes rapidly faded, while a leaking, gurgling sound came from his throat. Filled with endless unwillingness and terror, he collapsed limply.

Meanwhile, the Blood Explosion Poison Bomb he had thrown had only flown a short distance and had not yet begun to disperse.

A palm covered in dark gold Crimson Flame appeared above it abruptly, as though it had crossed space itself, then gently closed.

"Sizzle!"

The extreme heat instantly enveloped and vaporized the condensed ball of poisonous blood. Not even a wisp of toxic mist escaped, leaving only a small cloud of black smoke and a burnt stench that quickly dissipated in the air.

Yan appeared before Morris's corpse and slowly opened his hand. There was only a tiny scorch mark on his palm, which was instantly healed by the circulating flames.

A sweep of his spiritual power confirmed that Morris had completely lost all signs of life.

The night wind blew past, carrying the stench of the sewage river and faint sobbing from afar.

The hunt was over.

At that moment, Resak appeared behind Yan. As he looked at Yan, satisfaction surfaced on his face.

He had followed the two of them all along and witnessed their battle firsthand. He greatly appreciated Yan's decisiveness.

Resak had also heard their earlier conversation, and he did not think there was anything wrong with what Yan had said.

So what if Spirit Hall acted somewhat domineeringly? As the foremost power in the Soul Master world, Spirit Hall had the confidence to do so.

Just as Yan had said, this was how Spirit Hall did things!

"Well done, Yan."

Resak walked up to Yan.

It was Yan's first time fighting a Fallen Soul Master, and Resak had worried that he might suffer badly.

Yet he had not expected the battle to end so quickly. From the moment Yan encountered Morris to the moment he killed him, the entire process had likely taken less than half an incense stick's time.

Moreover, Yan's performance had been remarkable. Like a battle-hardened Grandmaster, he relied on his own strength and gave Morris no chance at all to turn the tables.

Whether in temperament or combat, Resak felt Yan deserved full marks.

"Teacher Resak."

Yan looked at Resak. "How should Morris's body be handled? Do we need to take it back to Spirit Hall?"

Resak looked at Morris's corpse. The Fallen Soul Master codenamed Blood Bat had died miserably, like a charred body burned to death in a blazing fire.

Yet the stench it emitted was exceptionally foul, mixed with the bloody reek of Blood Poison.

Clearly, this Fallen Soul Master had fused Blood Poison into his own body.

Though this could rapidly increase one's strength in a short time, once the Blood Poison accumulated in the body to a certain extent and could no longer be suppressed, one would likely die immediately from its backlash.

Disgust appeared on Resak's face. "Why bring trash like this back? Just burn him to nothing and be done with it. With me as witness, your mission this time is complete."

"Understood."

Yan nodded.

With a flick of his hand, crimson flames appeared in his palm. He then tossed them onto Morris's corpse.

The blazing flames quickly burned it to nothing, leaving only charred ash behind.