What Did Being So Stupid It Showed on Your Face Look Like?

Faced with Zhongli Tian's foolish, all-or-nothing move, Qian Yuhan couldn't say he was unmoved. He could only say he found it a little funny.

That's right. When you feel a little stupid, why not take a look at Zhongli Tian?

That idiot was so stupid it showed on his face. He actually... tried to stuff an enormous mass of beast souls down the throat of a starving remnant of an Evil God and choke it to death.

'Rakshasa, eat all you want, but take it easy. Don't let him notice anything's wrong.'

He quietly cautioned the Rakshasa Phantom, who was feasting away, then put on a stern expression and fixed his gaze on the Zhongli Brothers. He seemed to be waiting to see when those two old fools, who wouldn't be around much longer, would realize something was wrong.

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Seeing that his natal beast soul still couldn't take down that strange black shadow, Zhongli Tian hauled Zhongli Di up from the ground. The latter was trembling, clearly still shaken by the "great terror" from earlier. Zhongli Tian barked:

"Second brother, can you still move? If you can, summon your natal beast soul. The two of us will attack together and take that weird brat down!"

"I can move! Big brother, I'll lead the charge!" Zhongli Di gritted his teeth and answered, summoning his only remaining natal beast soul, the Nether Ghost Tiger, which pounced at Qian Yuhan.

"You shameless old fossils! Picking on someone younger than you—what kind of skill is that? If you've got what it takes, come trade a few blows with your grandpa Xu Yan!"

At last, Xu Yan made his move. He'd been standing around watching the show without doing a thing, and Xu Tianzhen had urged him to act several times.

With his left hand, he flung out a bright blue "eggshell" to shield Xu Tianzhen and the others. With his right, he swung a futuristic-looking silver-gray axe and charged at Zhongli Tian with a brawny, unrestrained fighting style and a spectacularly unhinged expression.

Zhongli Di instinctively raised his Soul Guidance Staff to block, but how could an old man on his last legs, who'd spent years hiding behind the lines and summoning beast souls, stand against Xu Yan—a colossal brute, tall and powerfully built, who stood firm as a boulder and made the air roar whenever he walked?

Sure enough, with a dull crack, the half-staff in Zhongli Di's hands was smashed into a "V" by Xu Yan's mighty axe.

"Puh—cough!"

Seeing Xu Yan raise his axe again, Zhongli Di hurriedly spat out a mouthful of blood, dropped the staff, and fled.

As he ran, his body once again turned into gray mist, and he released his Martial Soul Avatar.

Meanwhile, his natal beast soul, the Nether Ghost Tiger, silently vanished into thin air once more.

"Damn it! That old fossil sure can run."

Seeing his opponent disappear again, Xu Yan stamped his foot hard, leaving a deep footprint in the innocent grass.

But soon, his muscles stopped controlling his brain, and his intellect took the high ground. As if he'd thought of something, Xu Yan hurried over to his external brain—Xu Yu—and grinned. "Auntie, I can't catch that old dog. Do you have any ideas...?"

"I do, nephew. I do!" Xu Yu's lips curled into a wicked grin.

"Look over there, nephew!" Xu Yu pointed at Zhongli Ren's head, which Zhongli Di had left on the ground earlier, and said meaningfully, "Those triplet brothers are so close. They surely wouldn't want their little brother's head taken away to be used as a chamber pot..."

"Got it. You want me to use that old dog's head as a chamber pot!"

"Don't put words in my mouth. I, Xu Yu, never told you to do that. This idea was all yours, Xu Yan."

Having declared himself the Sun-Moon Empire's number one scapegoat, Xu Yu turned and led Xu Tianzhen off to the side. As he walked, he put on an innocent look, as if he knew nothing and hadn't said a thing.

As it turned out, the idea Xu Yu—no, Xu Yan—had "come up with himself" worked like a charm.

When Xu Yan actually picked up Zhongli Ren's head and prepared to turn it into some kind of extraordinary liquid container, Zhongli Di finally revealed himself from among the beast souls.

"You—you—you... What are you trying to do?!"

Seeing his little brother's head about to be transformed into a chamber pot, Zhongli Di could no longer hold back and shouted at Xu Yan.

"Why are you shouting so loud? If your grandpa gets scared and pisses his pants, it'll all be your fault!"

"If you dare do that to my brother's head, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Fight to the death? Old man, do you even have what it takes?" Xu Yan casually tossed Zhongli Ren's head aside, then took an Level 8 Incineration Cannon from his Universal Storage Soul Tool Ring and aimed it from afar at Zhongli Di!

Feeling as though that Level 8 Soul Cannon had locked onto him, Zhongli Di had finally recovered from his shock. He swallowed with difficulty and backed away uncontrollably.

The direction he retreated in happened to be where Qian Yuhan stood.

And then, Qian Yuhan unleashed a Soul Skill, swift and clean.

"First Soul Skill, Sunset Radiance!"

Seeing that Zhongli Di actually dared to turn his back on him, Qian Yuhan raised his sword in an instant and pointed it at the sky. Without the slightest discrimination, he sent several blazing streaks of Sunset Radiance crashing down on every Evil Soul Master present—though there were only two of them.

Beneath six sun-patterned rings, six streams of crimson light transformed into torrents of red-gold fire and poured relentlessly from the sky toward the ground. The once lush green grass beneath their feet had already been scorched by the terrifying heat into a deep, dark red.

Glug—glug—

The magma formed from molten rock and soil churned furiously across the ground. Zhongli Di, burned until he wished he were dead, could only scream as he released his Martial Soul Avatar to resist the agony of the holy flames.

Only Evil Soul Masters who had faced Qian Yuhan's Soul Skills could truly understand how terrifying he was.

They completely suppressed spiritual entities and Evil Soul Masters alike. Worse still, they thoroughly unraveled and purified their evil Soul Power.

"I understand! The power you use is the legendary divine holiness!?" Zhongli Di lay on his side, his body charred black, not a patch of uninjured skin left anywhere. He rasped the words out in a low growl.

Qian Yuhan's reply was simple: "I have no need to explain things to a dead man!"

Then Qian Yuhan raised his leg and slowly took a step forward. When his second step landed, a brilliant golden longsword had appeared in the hand that had been empty moments before.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Yuhan turned his wrist and swung. But the direction of his sword wasn't toward Zhongli Di, who lay in a wretched state before him. It was aimed at the gray mist that had suddenly appeared behind him.

Sizzle—

With a piercing, indescribable tearing sound, the air itself was cleaved by Qian Yuhan's plain, unadorned slash, leaving behind a pitch-black rift.