So Stupid It Shows on Your Face, What Level Is That

Regarding Zhongli Tian's foolish move, which felt like a desperate gamble, Qian Yuhan could not say his heart was entirely without ripples; he could only say he felt a bit like laughing.

Yes, when you feel like you are being a bit stupid, you might as well look at Zhongli Tian!

This creature, whose stupidity was written all over its face, was actually... attempting to overfeed a starving, ravenous remnant of an Evil God with a massive influx of beast souls.

Rakshasa, feast all you want, but at least take it easy. Don't let it notice anything amiss.

After whispering a warning to the Rakshasa Phantom, which was currently gorging itself, Qian Yuhan kept a straight face and locked his gaze onto the Zhongli brothers, seemingly wanting to see when these two old things, who didn't have much life left, would finally realize something was wrong.

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Seeing that his natal beast soul was taking forever to subdue that strange black shadow, Zhongli Tian hauled up Zhongli Di, who was trembling on the ground and clearly still haunted by the "great terror" from just a moment ago, and barked sharply:

"Second brother, can you still move? If you can, activate your natal beast soul! We brothers shall strike together! Take down that bizarre brat!"

"I can move! Big brother, I'll take the lead!" Zhongli Di gritted his teeth and responded, driving his only remaining natal beast soul: the Nether Ghost Tiger, as it lunged toward Qian Yuhan.

"You two shameless old immortals, what kind of skill is it to bully the young with your age? If you've got the guts, come trade a few blows with your Grandpa Xu Yan."

Finally, Xu Yan, who had been watching the fun without doing a thing and had been urged by Xu Tianzhen several times, made his move.

He flicked a bright blue "eggshell" with his left hand to shield Xu Tianzhen and the others, while his right hand swung a silver-gray, tech-heavy great axe, charging toward Zhongli Tian with a rugged, unbridled fighting style and a spectacularly wild mental state.

Zhongli Di instinctively grabbed his Soul Guidance Staff to block, but how could this frail, withered old bone—who had spent years hiding in the back driving beast souls—possibly contend with Xu Yan? Xu Yan was a super-strong man, tall and sturdy like a towering boulder, moving with such force that he brought gusts of wind with every step.

Sure enough, with a dull thud, the half-staff in Zhongli Di's hand was forcibly smashed into a "V" shape by the sheer weight and force of Xu Yan's axe.

"Pfft—cough!"

Seeing Xu Yan's axe raised once more, Zhongli Di hurriedly spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood, tossed aside his broken staff, and fled backward.

In the process of escaping, his body transformed into gray mist once again, re-releasing his Martial Soul Avatar.

As for his natal beast soul, the Nether Ghost Tiger, it vanished silently into the air once more, disappearing without a trace.

"Damn it! This old immortal can really run."

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

But soon, his muscles stopped controlling his brain, and his intellect reclaimed the high ground. Xu Yan seemed to think of something and hurried over to his external brain—that is, Xu Yu—grinning from ear to ear: "Little Aunt, I can't catch that old dog. Do you have any ideas..."

"I do, big nephew, I do!" Xu Yu curled her lips, revealing a smile that could only be described as wicked.

"Big nephew, look over there!" Xu Yu pointed at the severed head of Zhongli Ren, which Zhongli Di had dropped earlier, and said meaningfully: "The three of them are triplets and so close; they surely wouldn't want their younger brother's head to be used for..."

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

"What nonsense are you spouting? I, Xu Yu, never told you to do that. That idea is one you, Xu Yan, came up with yourself."

Having finished, Xu Yu—the Sun-Moon Empire's number one master of shifting blame—turned around and pulled Xu Tianzhen away, all while putting on an innocent face that screamed, I know nothing, I said nothing.

Facts proved that the method Xu Yan "came up with himself" was highly effective.

When Xu Yan actually picked up Zhongli Ren's head, intending to turn it into a container for certain magical liquids, Zhongli Di, who had been hiding among the beast souls, finally revealed himself.

"You, you, you... what are you trying to do!"

Watching his younger brother's head about to be retrofitted into a chamber pot, Zhongli Di, unable to hold it together any longer, roared loudly at Xu Yan.

"Why are you yelling so loud? If Grandpa gets so scared he wets his pants, it's all your responsibility!"

"If you dare do that to my brother's head, this old man will fight you to the death?!"

"Fight to the death? Old thing, do you even have the capability?" Xu Yan tossed Zhongli Ren's head aside and pulled a Level 8 Incineration Cannon from his Universal Storage Soul Tool Ring, aiming it squarely at Zhongli Di!

Feeling as though he had been locked onto by that Level 8 Soul Guidance Cannon, Zhongli Di, who had only just recovered from his fright, swallowed hard and couldn't stop himself from retreating.

The direction he retreated in happened to be exactly where Qian Yuhan was standing.

Following that, it was Qian Yuhan's clean and decisive soul skill.

"First Soul Skill, Sunset Radiance!"

Seeing that Zhongli Di dared to turn his back on him, Qian Yuhan executed the move with zero-frame startup. He raised his sword, pointing it toward the sky, and very "equally" rained down several beams of Sunset Radiance—each as scorching as a falling sun—upon all the Evil Soul Masters present (which, in reality, was just the two of them)!

Beneath six sun-patterns encased in rings, six streams of crimson brilliance transformed into a torrent of red-gold, spraying down from the sky without pause. The lush green grass beneath their feet had already been scorched into a deep, dark red by the terrifying heat.

Gurgle—gurgle—

Magma formed from the melting rock and soil churned feverishly on the ground. Zhongli Di, scorched to the brink of death, could only scream as he released his Martial Soul Avatar to resist the agony of the holy fire.

Only an Evil Soul Master who had truly faced Qian Yuhan's soul skill could personally understand his terror.

It was a total suppression of soul bodies and Evil Soul Masters, and even more so, a thorough disintegration and purification of their evil soul power.

"I know now! The power you use... is the legendary sacred!?" Lying on his side, his body charred black and not a single patch of intact skin remaining, Zhongli Di hissed in a hoarse roar.

To this, Qian Yuhan's only response was a simple sentence: "I have no need to explain science to a dead man!"

Following this, Qian Yuhan lifted his leg and slowly took a step forward. The moment his second step landed, a brilliant golden longsword had already appeared in his previously empty hand.

Without a shred of hesitation, Qian Yuhan flicked his wrist and executed a slashing motion. However, the direction he swung was not toward the wretched Zhongli Di in front of him, but toward the gray mist that had suddenly appeared behind him.

Zzzzt—

Accompanied by an indescribable, ear-piercing tearing sound, the surrounding air was actually slashed open, leaving a pitch-black fissure in the wake of Qian Yuhan's plain, unadorned sword strike.