One Evil Breeds Evil, Too Lazy to Explain

Within the mist, a hulking crimson-gold figure flashed past the rift. As an angry roar erupted, the Crimson Gold Lion, wounded by a sword strike, lunged out from the gray fog, only to be run through by a blade from Qian Yuhan, who had intercepted its path.

"Hahahaha! Let's see where you run now!"

The corners of Qian Yuhan's mouth curled up slightly, and the Angel Holy Sword in his hand immediately surged with blazing holy fire.

Amidst that so-called holy inferno, these beast souls—which theoretically could ignore most spirit power attacks and physical damage—could not even muster a basic struggle. They could only watch helplessly as their illusory bodies erupted with vast plumes of brown smoke, sputtered out by the searing flames.

In the end, the ferocious Crimson Gold Lion let out two wails filled with rage, unwillingness, and terror before being completely reduced to ashes.

"No!"

With his life-bound beast soul obliterated, Zhongli Tian suffered a severe backlash. His features twisted, and blood poured from his seven orifices as he uncontrollably vomited a mouthful of blood, collapsing to his knees and convulsing.

At this moment, his murky yellow eyes were filled with dread; he looked at Qian Yuhan as if staring at a terrifying demon.

Yes, he already knew what that power capable of destroying his life-bound beast soul was.

The second brother was right—that power was the legendary Holy! A holy attribute that completely countered them, the Evil Soul Masters.

It was just a pity that they had discovered it far too late. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say they were simply too unlucky...

"Big Brother, run! This brat's martial soul is Holy, it's the holy attribute! Leave now and go back to report to the Sect Master! We absolutely cannot let this brat grow!"

Under the agony, Zhongli Di struggled to turn his head, fighting to crawl backward, seemingly intending to pass on this disastrous news to the Evil Soul Masters. But when he finally turned his head, what met his eyes was not anything else, but a pitch-black figure radiating such immense pressure that even his martial soul trembled in fear.

That terrifying figure was shrouded in purple-black mist, watching him while greedily devouring other beast souls.

"Hehehehe, Evil Soul Masters are truly wonderful things. Knowing I was hungry, you sent me so many snacks," the Rakshasa Phantom transmitted its voice directly into Zhongli Di's ears.

"!"

Zhongli Di felt a chill run through his entire body. Then, a massive amount of purple-black energy was forcibly extracted from his bleeding seven orifices by the Rakshasa Divine Sense.

Under the kind of excruciating phantom pain comparable to having one's bones crushed bit by bit and nerves shredded by a hammer, Zhongli Di let out a miserable wail. He struggled to look at Qian Yuhan nearby, trembling as he begged:

"Please, kill me! Do it now! I beg you!"

"..."

But Qian Yuhan did not respond to Zhongli Di's pleas; he didn't even spare him a glance.

In the end, it was the Rakshasa Phantom that kindly bent down, digging its five fingers deep into Zhongli Di's crown, and let out a sinister, cackling laugh: "Hehehe, don't count on him to give you a quick end. I have a three-point agreement with him."

"When dealing with Evil Soul Masters, any means are acceptable, and all acts of violence are considered meritorious."

"Even the souls of you Evil Soul Masters are mine to dispose of as I please."

"What... did you say?" Zhongli Di let out an incredulous, low moan, seemingly unable to imagine that the Holy would actually reach a consensus with that legendary ultimate evil on a single matter.

Moreover, their shared target was actually him and the other Evil Soul Masters.

"Oh, please, don't be so surprised!"

Seeing Zhongli Di's legs shaking and a foul, pungent odor wafting from his trousers, the Rakshasa Phantom, feeling its twisted sense of humor greatly satisfied, gently patted Zhongli Di's cheek with the back of its hand and said slowly:

"Since you dared to become an Evil Soul Master, you should have been prepared for the day someone came to settle the score."

"I heard... you Evil Soul Masters especially love to torture the souls of others to create vengeful spirits. So, I want to see what it tastes like to torture you Evil Soul Masters into vengeful spirits while you're still alive, and then eat you bit by bit." The Rakshasa Phantom lowered its head, whispering 'demonic murmurs' into Zhongli Di's ear:

"Your third brother tasted quite good. Soon, I will eat your soul, and then your big brother's. Don't worry, I promise to eat every bit, leaving nothing behind."

"Tsk, not wasting food—I really am quite kind."

As it spoke, the Rakshasa Phantom swallowed another beast soul, preparing to start the main course.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from Zhongli Di. Although his voice was loud, everyone could see his bravado was hollow—Xu Yan and Xu Yu's group, Qian Yuhan who was currently carving Zhongli Tian into a human stick, and the Rakshasa Phantom preparing to feast—all knew that under the dual pressure of the Ultimate Evil and the Holy, the severely wounded Zhongli Di couldn't even manifest his martial soul.

"Ho!" The Rakshasa Phantom tilted its head, spreading its hands in front of itself, and teased: "Any advice?"

"Are we 'Holy' Soul Masters not human? Why must you treat us with such cruelty!"

"Pfft—"

Hearing Zhongli Di's tearful accusation, Qian Yuhan, who was holding the human-stick Zhongli Tian, nearly lost his composure. He suppressed a laugh, stepped forward, and mocked:

"Those who commit many injustices are doomed to destruction! Since you chose to be an Evil Soul Master, when someone comes knocking to settle the debt, don't question it—just take it like a man!"

Hearing this, Zhongli Di flew into a rage. His eyes bloodshot, he looked hysterically at the triplet brother in Qian Yuhan's hand who had been reduced to a human stick and roared:

"Wielding a so-called sword of justice to treat us 'Holy' Soul Masters with such cruelty—to put it plainly, you just want to use violence to suppress violence! You are an evil person committing atrocities, yet you shamelessly crown yourself with the title of eradicating evil! Hypocrite!"

"Hmph! I can't be bothered to reason with you; you aren't worth listening to!"

"Once an Evil Soul Master, always an Evil Soul Master!"

"Your yapping dog-noises are truly annoying! Take a taste of my Angel Holy Sword first!"

Before Zhongli Di could finish his sentence, Qian Yuhan had already driven the Angel Holy Sword straight into his chest.

"No, no, no! Don't!"

Using the Angel Holy Sword as a conduit, the golden holy fire rapidly burned Zhongli Di into a giant human torch.

Qian Yuhan retracted the Angel Holy Sword from Zhongli Di's chest and kicked the human-torch Zhongli Di to the ground, letting him be burned alive into a pile of fly ash amidst the inescapable agony.

Next, it was the turn of Zhongli Tian, who was hanging by a thread and looked like he was about to kick the bucket.

Tossing Zhongli Tian onto the ground, Qian Yuhan let out a long breath, gathered the scorching holy fire at the tip of the Angel Holy Sword, and drove it fiercely into Zhongli Tian's chest.