Evil Soul Masters Are Cunning and Might Be Faking Death (JOJO Face)

"Perhaps I look a lot like its grandfather," Qian Yuhan said without the slightest inhibition. His voice carried on the wind to Zhongli Ren's ears, infuriating the man so much he nearly shattered his own teeth from clenching them.

Struggling to suppress the fear that was becoming impossible to contain, Zhongli Ren put on a fierce front and bellowed at Qian Yuhan:

"Brat, don't get cocky! It's not that I'm afraid of you! I'm just worried that the soul guidance shell near the little princess will be detonated by the shockwaves of our fight."

A soul guidance shell?

Oh, so that thing is called a soul guidance shell!

Qian Yuhan pondered this for a moment in his heart before continuing to mock Zhongli Ren: "Well, the princess has already taken the shell back now, so why are you still too afraid to come over and fight? Why are you only daring to speak to us while clutching hostages!?"

As he spoke, Qian Yuhan theatrically swung the Angel Holy Sword back and forth, keeping Zhongli Ren's fearful gaze firmly locked onto his hands.

Meanwhile, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe he had cast aside was silently and slowly merging into the shadow beneath it.

"I am not afraid of you two little brats! I simply cherish talent and cannot bear to harm such rising stars of the soul master world!"

To protect his remaining shred of dignity, Zhongli Ren had become so shameless that he began to spout nonsense, gibberish, and outright lies.

Watching Zhongli Ren's laughable attempt at sophistry, Qian Yuhan shook his head repeatedly. I'm impressed, he thought. Have the Soul Douluos of this era really rotted to this point? Have they completely abandoned all shame?

Instead, Xu Tianzhen reached out and tugged at the corner of Qian Yuhan's robe, whispering:

"This old dog has two older brothers, also at the eight-ring level, but they are currently being held off by Xu Yan and Xu Yu. As long as we stall this one, everything will be fine once Xu Yu and the others arrive!"

"Oh! (´∀｀) There are two more?"

Realizing that he could potentially kill three eight-ring Evil Soul Masters in one day, Qian Yuhan nearly laughed out loud. He nodded at Xu Tianzhen to show he understood, then pointed the Angel Holy Sword directly behind Zhongli Ren: "Oi! You old fossil, don't you want to look behind you?"

"Hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮! You little brat, you really are cunning! Trying to trick me! There is actually nothing behind me, is there..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a strange sensation suddenly coiled around Zhongli Ren's heart.

That inexplicable palpitation caused Zhongli Ren to look behind him instinctively. What he saw was terrifying—a ghastly object was crashing down upon him, a scythe falling straight out of the shadows.

Caught completely unprepared, the sudden, immense force struck down upon Zhongli Ren's head like Mount Tai, clean and decisive.

The weight was simply not something an eight-ring Soul Douluo could resist.

Thus, as the Rakshasa Demon Scythe pressed down squarely on him, Zhongli Ren's body collapsed toward the ground.

Yet, once an object weighing eighty-eight thousand catties begins to fall, the speed is unimaginable.

In a panic, Zhongli Ren couldn't even manage a scream, left only to struggle in his final moments.

However, that said.

Zhongli Ren was indeed a powerhouse of the eight-ring level. At such a critical juncture, although he had no time to release his martial soul, he still managed to react in the briefest of moments.

He first kicked hard against the handle of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, causing it to pause for a fraction of a second, then threw the two 'hostages' aside.

With his hands free, Zhongli Ren pushed with all his might against the scythe. Though he knew full well he couldn't push back such a terrifyingly heavy weapon, he used the recoil to leap backward.

Until this moment, Qian Yuhan still wore a faint smile. As Zhongli Ren's palms struck the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and he flew backward at an angle, Qian Yuhan finally moved.

He dragged the Angel Holy Sword behind him, leaving a deep groove in the ground, and lunged forward to intercept Zhongli Ren's retreat.

The distance of a dozen meters was short indeed. In this 'mutual sprint,' Qian Yuhan reached Zhongli Ren in an instant, aiming the thirty-six-thousand-catty Angel Holy Sword directly at his chest and smashing it down.

Yes, not a fancy slash, not a clean thrust, just one simple word: smash!

With a dull thud, blood erupted. The Angel Holy Sword, burning with scorching golden flames, relied on its own weight of thirty-six thousand catties and the explosive force of Qian Yuhan's swing to smash the airborne Zhongli Ren into the ground in a '﹀' shape, pulverizing the bones and organs within his gaunt chest into a bloody mess.

"You, you..."

Even now, spitting blood, Zhongli Ren could not believe this was real. He raised a finger at Qian Yuhan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Qian Yuhan lifted the Angel Holy Sword from Zhongli Ren's body and teased him with disdain: "I told you to look behind you, why didn't you listen? Well, look at you now, you've lost your life."

As he finished speaking, without waiting for any worthless last words, Qian Yuhan cleanly drove the Angel Holy Sword into Zhongli Ren's relatively intact head, thoroughly ending a life that was neither worth remembering nor of any value.

Retrieving the Angel Holy Sword, Qian Yuhan closed his eyes to feel the pure soul power fed back to him from purifying the eight-ring Evil Soul Master, a faint smile appearing on his face—

The purification energy fed back from an eight-ring Evil Soul Master was immense, so immense that he couldn't wait to send Zhongli Ren's two brothers down to keep him company.

Just then, the two maids, who had suffered through a plane crash and being tossed aside as hostages, finally regained consciousness under the care of Xu Tianzhen's lavish medicinal treatment.

Pale-faced and leaning on each other, they stood behind Xu Tianzhen and watched in silence as Qian Yuhan finished off Zhongli Ren: "...", Young master, there really is no need to be so cruel as to desecrate the corpse!

Yes, for the sake of caution, Qian Yuhan did not forget to decapitate Zhongli Ren after he had breathed his last, then used sacred fire to burn the mangled corpse into ash.

Only then did Qian Yuhan turn back and explain with a straight face:

"Evil Soul Masters are extremely cunning! Don't be fooled by how dead it looks; it is very likely faking death to trick us. Therefore, we must always remember to finish them off after defeating an Evil Soul Master."