Wang Jinwei! You've Betrayed Us Again?

Just as the scene was filled with harmony, gradually presenting a state of vibrant life and flourishing vitality.

A gloomy, cackling laugh drifted leisurely from a dark corner not far away.

"Hehehe, I was wondering why it took so long to catch someone and why you hadn't returned. So, it turns out you were outside chatting happily with outsiders, getting so lost in conversation that you forgot the world exists."

The Evil Soul Master, fat as a ball, walked out from behind the wall with a sinister, mocking cackle. Beside him was the thin Evil Soul Master, who was nothing but a skeleton, forming a 'ball and stick' duo with the meatball.

"Great Holy Spirit, Second Holy Spirit..." Wang Chong squeezed these words out through his teeth with great difficulty, then, suppressing the fear he had accumulated over the past two years, he mustered his courage and glared at these two entities reeking of evil.

The triangular-eyed man in gray, who had been completely ignored until now, saw the situation reverse. His back no longer ached, his legs no longer felt sore, and like a fawning stray dog, he scrambled to the side of the fat and thin Evil Soul Masters, nodding and bowing:

"Great Holy Spirit, Second Holy Spirit, heaven is my witness! It was all that brat Wang Chong colluding with outsiders. I, Wang Jinwei, have been loyal to you and the Holy Sect; I haven't leaked a single word!"

"Hehehe, I know." The one nicknamed Second Holy Spirit took off his black cloak, revealing a grim face that had little more than a layer of skin over a skull. He stretched out a hand as withered as a tree branch and patted Wang Jinwei's fawning, obsequious face with moderate force, sneering:

"You brat are born to be one of our 'Holy Soul Masters'. Don't worry, keep working hard for us brothers, and you'll have a bright future."

A future? For the dead, what kind of future could there be?

Qian Yuhan, who had intentionally stalled for time waiting for these two Evil Soul Masters to find them, picked his ear with indifference, looking at the two-and-a-half Evil Soul Masters as if they were already dead.

As for the Rakshasa Phantom, who had been lurking in the shadows for a long time, he was contemplating how to make these two-and-a-half Evil Soul Masters suffer a more painful death.

"Wang Chong, you'd better give up. The Great Holy Spirit and Second Holy Spirit are Soul Emperors! What cultivation levels do you and these two little brats beside you have? How could you possibly defeat the two Holy Spirit lords!"

Speaking of which, Wang Jinwei didn't even forget to mock Xiao Hongchen, a genius he had only heard of in passing.

Under Xiao Hongchen's gaze, Wang Jinwei hunched over and sneered at Xiao Hongchen, who didn't even know who he was:

"Genius, what's the use of being a genius! An undeveloped genius! In the face of absolute strength, you are nothing!"

Xiao Hongchen, who had been caught in the crossfire for no reason, clenched his fists tightly, his fair face changing color and heating up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Hongchen: "(⸅⸟⸄)? Are you f*cking sick? You can even mock me for this! Did I provoke you? Damn it!"

Seeing that Xiao Hongchen looked like he could boil water with a kettle on his head, Qian Yuhan suppressed his laughter, reached out, and poked Xiao Hongchen's arm hanging by his side, starting to happily fan the flames:

"Brother Hongchen, I, Qian Yuhan, am not someone who likes to stir up trouble, but if I were mocked to my face by a spineless lackey like that, I think I'd be so angry I wouldn't be able to eat for three days."

"Your grandfather is the Hall Master Hongchen, whose wealth rivals a nation. I imagine he must have provided you with plenty of good things. Do you have the confidence to have a go at those two-and-a-half bastards?"

"This... uh, my grandfather did prepare many things for Xiao Meng and me for self-defense, but... most of those are defensive Soul Tools..." Xiao Hongchen looked at Qian Yuhan, who was so young he might even need a special admission to enter school, and hesitated to speak:

"Besides, if I really get into a fight with two Soul Emperors and a dog, as a Level 4 Soul Master, I can probably only barely protect myself; I won't be able to look after you and Wang Chong."

"As long as you can protect yourself, leave the rest to me."

As the words fell, in Xiao Hongchen's shocked gaze, four soul rings rose from beneath Qian Yuhan's feet, shrouded in golden light so intense that their true colors were impossible to discern.

Xiao Hongchen (Shrimp-computer-slumping.JPG): "No, brother, you're only a first-year student! A four-ringed first-year! You're making me look like a clown, you know that!?"

"Brother Xiao, this little brother seems even fiercer than you! He's already charged in!" Wang Chong had just managed to utter that weak sentence when, the next second, a soul-crushing hand-chop from Xiao Hongchen landed on his head, helping him style a perfectly symmetrical center part.

Xiao Hongchen suddenly raised his head, his bright eyes revealing a... kind of infinitely twisted excitement that was completely out of place with his handsome face. He said:

"That little brother being fierce is his own ability! Could I, your father, really hold a grudge against a brother over such a small matter?"

"Besides, if Qian Yuhan is a hero, am I, Xiao Hongchen, some kind of coward? You go stand to the side and watch how your Brother Xiao beats those Evil Soul Master dogs to a pulp."

As soon as he finished speaking, piece after piece of rare metal flew out from Xiao Hongchen's storage Soul Tool. A large portion of them abruptly turned into liquid, wrapping around one core formation of a Soul Tool after another that had already been carved, eventually transforming into terrifying cannon barrels of various shapes, turning Xiao Hongchen into a super cool metal 'big hedgehog'.

Another portion was scattered casually on the ground, as if Xiao Hongchen didn't need them for the moment and had tossed them aside to serve as a backdrop.

Then, two yellow and two purple soul rings appeared around Xiao Hongchen almost simultaneously. His first and third soul skills were activated at the same time, causing a terrifying fluctuation that made one's heart tremble to radiate from his entire body.

"Let me see which one is better to hit first..." Xiao Hongchen licked his lips, his gaze shifting between the fat Evil Soul Master and the thin one, finally landing on the fat Evil Soul Master, who would take more hits due to his larger surface area.

What? You ask why Xiao Hongchen didn't aim for Wang Jinwei, who was the most annoying and had mocked him? Because the first person Qian Yuhan targeted was the traitor Wang Jinwei.

Xiao Hongchen wasn't bored enough to steal his little brother's opponent.

Hum—hum-hum-hum...

Accompanied by the teeth-grinding, combined sound echoing from the 64 metal cannon barrels Xiao Hongchen had assembled, the targeted fat Evil Soul Master felt a chill down his spine. His mung-bean-sized eyes, which were barely visible under the pressure of his thick fat, struggled to open a slit.

"Damn it, this f*cker is a four-ringed Soul Ancestor!" the Evil Soul Master blurted out subconsciously.

"Not just a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, I am also a Level 4 Soul Master!"

Hearing the Evil Soul Master's exclamation full of surprise, Xiao Hongchen curled his lips and spat at the Evil Soul Master.