Your time of evil is over, accept judgment!

Ye Que curled the corner of his lip and smiled, "Brother, perhaps others fear the Evil Soul Masters, but I certainly do not. My specialty is eradicating them."

"May I ask, Lord Soul Master, what rank are you?" the stall owner asked cautiously.

Ye Que replied truthfully, "This humble one is untalented; I have just advanced to the third rank."

Only the third rank?

The stall owner was shocked, his mouth twitching slightly.

Even the fifth-rank Soul King who came before had died; what kind of waves could a third-rank Soul Master possibly make? Those people were existences that would devour you without even spitting out the bones.

The stall owner immediately urged Ye Que to leave.

He was genuinely afraid that a young Soul Master willing to lower himself to rid the people of this scourge would die at the hands of this group of Evil Soul Masters.

Ye Que shook his head and smiled, taking a token shaped like a small golden sword from his sleeve to reveal his identity.

This was the unique Martial Soul token of the Angel Clan, symbolizing his status.

The stall owner looked up, his pupils constricting violently. He nearly cried out in alarm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This youth was actually a bane of Evil Soul Masters, a Soul Master of the Holy Angel Clan.

No wonder, no wonder he had been asking about these matters.

It seemed the Angel Clan had not completely vanished; descendants still survived on the continent, though they would never appear in the light again.

It had been so many years, and this was the first time he had ever encountered a Soul Master of the Angel Clan.

Ten thousand years ago, Martial Soul Hall wanted to unify the continent, but that was always a matter between Soul Masters and had nothing to do with the common folk; the continent was merely changing its spokesperson.

But the Angel Clan had indeed eradicated all the Evil Soul Masters for the continent; that was an indisputable fact.

Later, the two gods fell, the Sea God ascended to the God Realm, and the continent returned to its original state, only to be ruled by the noble class for ten thousand years. The people suffered endlessly, and those Evil Soul Masters began to run rampant once more.

Nowadays, one could no longer find a channel for free Martial Soul awakening on this continent, and the Angel Soul Masters had disappeared.

Martial Soul Hall was certainly detestable, but it only harmed the interests of Soul Masters; it had nothing bad to say regarding the common people. Since it did not harm the interests of the people, it could be considered a "good person."

At this moment, Ye Que took out a Gold Soul Coin and smiled, "I'll be staying for a few days, sorry for the trouble."

Hunting for his fourth soul ring was not urgent; he could do that anytime, but the Evil Soul Masters had to be eradicated.

The stall owner refused, waving his hands and insisting on taking nothing.

Being able to provide help to an Angel Soul Master was a dream come true; how could he possibly accept money?

These children had it too hard.

Ye Que sighed, settled into the stall owner's home, and placed a bag of Gold Soul Coins by the owner's bedside, waiting for the Evil Soul Masters to commit their crimes.

The stall owner had a courtyard, a wife, and a daughter who had just turned six; the family lived quite harmoniously.

Ye Que was arranged to stay in the west wing.

He was surprised to discover that the stall owner's daughter had not yet awakened her Martial Soul.

The stall owner explained helplessly, "In this day and age, unless you are a noble, how could you possibly get a free Martial Soul awakening? We commoners simply cannot afford the cost, so we have to wait a few years before helping our daughter awaken hers."

For a moment, Ye Que did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Shrek had inherited the status of Martial Soul Hall on the continent, yet they had failed to fulfill the responsibility of free Martial Soul awakening.

Ye Que immediately said, "Brother, let me awaken your daughter's Martial Soul."

"Re... really?"

The stall owner was incredulous and overjoyed.

Ye Que nodded with a smile, then placed his hand on the little girl's head, releasing a rich, holy light.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was enveloped in golden radiance.

The stall owner was stunned.

Was this the legendary Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul? It was truly holy beyond measure, to the point where one could not even feel a trace of aversion.

Not long after, the stall owner's daughter slowly opened her eyes, and a phantom of a Flame Jade Falcon over a meter tall appeared behind her.

"Innate level five soul power, and it's actually a top-tier attack-type Martial Soul, the Flame Jade Falcon," Ye Que exclaimed in surprise.

This little girl's talent was not much worse than his own.

The little girl blinked her clear eyes and asked, "Big Brother, does this mean I can become a Soul Master?"

Ye Que nodded, "That's right, it is a rare, top-tier Martial Soul."

Beside them, the stall owner wept with joy, hurriedly pulling his daughter's hand to kneel and kowtow, but Ye Que leaned over to help them up.

Ye Que said, "After I eradicate the Evil Soul Masters here, I will leave behind some cultivation resources. Let your daughter cultivate to the third rank before reporting to a high-level academy in the Star Luo Empire. Remember to have her disguise her identity as an orphan; it will be easier for her to be accepted."

"Thank you, Lord, I understand," the stall owner said.

Afterward, Ye Que settled into the stall owner's home, enjoying the simple, rustic hospitality.

Although the food was not extravagant, it was not bad either.

In the blink of an eye, five days had passed, and night had fallen.

Many newborns had arrived in the city recently, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The common folk were well aware of the Evil Soul Master atrocities, so they bolted their doors tightly, terrified that their infants might be snatched away.

Suddenly, a gust of black wind swept through, and over a dozen dark shadows appeared in the vast city. Leading them were two Evil Soul Masters whose auras were incredibly formidable; their Soul Power Level was estimated to be as high as five rings.

The other Evil Soul Masters were no slouches either, all hovering around the three-ring level.

The black-clad man in the lead raised a hand and shouted, "Move out! Capture nourishment for the Protector to cultivate; the Protector will surely reward us for this."

Swish, swish, swish—!

The Evil Soul Masters began searching house by house. If they were discovered, they killed without hesitation, never giving the commoners a moment to react.

In just a few short moments, they had already succeeded in their task many times over.

However, just then, the Evil Soul Masters suddenly realized they had been locked onto by a powerful mental force, and almost simultaneously, they looked up.

Under the bright moonlight, Ye Que stood leaning on his Holy Sword, his gaze piercingly sharp as he offered them a gentle smile.

The two black-clad Soul Kings rose into the air, their blood-red eyes scrutinizing Ye Que intently.

The black-clad Soul King said in a deep voice, "Who are you? You seem to have been waiting here for a long time. Could it be that you are dissatisfied with our great Saint Soul Masters?"

The other Soul King added, "You aren't from the Supervision Group, yet you want to play the hero? Hand over your life!"

As the words fell, both men attacked at once.

Beneath their feet, five soul rings appeared for each, all in the optimal configuration. They were the Ghost Soul King and the Vampire Bat Soul King, respectively.

Following this, their soul rings lit up, releasing their soul skills in a barrage of attacks.

In an instant, a massive swarm of vampire bats and skeletal infants manifested, launching a fearless assault toward Ye Que.

Ye Que stood up, pointed his sword at the two Soul Kings, and shouted, "I have never been one to play the hero, but slaying you is my duty. You can head to hell together, you damned Evil Soul Masters."

"First Soul Skill, Eye of the Heavenly God."

As Ye Que's first soul ring lit up, the entire sky suddenly brightened. One golden vertical pupil after another appeared, locking onto the Evil Soul Masters present in an instant.

The expressions of the two black-clad Soul Kings changed drastically.

That... that aura, that ultimate attribute.

No, it was their natural nemesis: the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

Run!

However, in the next moment, the vertical pupils in the sky erupted with golden beams of light, striking the Evil Soul Masters who were just attempting to flee in the blink of an eye.

Rumble—!

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"I'm dying, I'm dying..."

"My Lord, save me! Protector, save me!"

Screams and groans rose and fell in succession.

That dense, ultimate power was like a force of absolute judgment, stripping the Evil Soul Masters of everything.

Of the dozen or so Evil Soul Masters who had come together, all except for the two black-clad Soul Kings were wiped out the moment they faced the light of the Eye of the Heavenly God, vanishing from this world without even their souls remaining.

As for the infants they had snatched, they all landed safely on the ground.