They Charged Forward Shouting About Friendship and Bonds

In the bustling, crowded street, amidst the flow of people.

A man in white stood with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely through the throng.

He possessed a near-perfect, handsome face and a tall, upright physique; such outstanding features would be considered exceptional even on the Douluo Continent, where the average level of attractiveness is already quite high.

Even so, no one around him noticed the man, as if he did not exist in this world at all.

If anyone familiar with the man were here, they would surely be astonished, and perhaps some might even rush over to ask for an autograph.

For the man's name was Yun Ming, titled the Sky-Prop.

The current Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, the recognized number one person on the Douluo Continent, and the undisputed God of the Spear.

He had originally come to Eastsea City based on intelligence from a scout to investigate the trail of the legendary Ghost King Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult.

But just a moment ago, an unusual spatial fluctuation had erupted not far from his location, causing him to halt his steps.

If it were merely the fluctuations caused by an ordinary spatial-type martial soul cultivator, Yun Ming might not have cared.

However, in that instant, his keen spiritual power immediately captured a wisp of evil energy contained within; this was not something an ordinary soul master could possess.

"Interesting, showing your tail so soon?"

Yun Ming chuckled softly, took a single step, and his entire figure vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he arrived at the source of the fluctuation.

It was an old, dilapidated house, seemingly at risk of collapsing at any moment.

A warning sign posted nearby told passersby not to approach the residence, as it was a condemned building with a risk of collapse.

Yun Ming stood a short distance away, his eyes, which seemed to contain the entire starry sky, piercing through the house and the barrier of space to lock onto the figures inside.

Not good! Evil Soul Masters.

The aura radiating from the men in black was definitely that of Evil Soul Masters.

Before becoming the Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming had been one of the Shrek Seven Devils, and as a member of the Supervision Team, countless Evil Soul Masters had died by his hands.

Even the notorious Ghost Emperor, a top-tier figure within the Evil Soul Master organization known as the Holy Spirit Cult, had been defeated by him.

Thus, when it came to Evil Soul Masters, Yun Ming's perception rarely erred.

"That is... a young girl?"

Yun Ming's pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his perpetually calm face.

He saw a five-ring Evil Soul Master launch a sneak attack from behind on the silver-haired girl, only to be struck back and severely injured by a single punch.

In his perception, the girl was only about seven years old, yet her soul power cultivation had actually reached the three-ring level.

Yun Ming's mind frantically searched for information on the silver-haired girl, wanting to know her origins.

To have such cultivation at such a young age, and to be able to severely injure a five-ring Soul King relying solely on physical strength—which little monster's family did this child belong to?

Yun Ming, who had intended to intervene, stopped his movements.

He wanted to see just how far this child could go.

As for the danger to her life?

With him watching from the sidelines, if any accident were still to happen, he might as well throw his title of Sky-Prop Douluo down the sewer.

That said, Yun Ming still summoned the Sky-Prop Spear, using a trace of soul power and spiritual power to lock tightly onto the remaining Evil Soul Masters behind the spatial barrier.

At the slightest sign of trouble, he could strike at any moment.

Although Yun Ming had absolute confidence in his own strength, there were exceptions to everything.

For instance, during the era of the Spirit Ice Douluo ten thousand years ago, the then-Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, Taotie Douluo, whose cultivation was only a line behind his own, had allowed an Evil Soul Master Soul King to ambush and kill the official Shrek contestants of that year.

To outsiders, this seemed like an impossible event; in that era without Battle Armor or mechs, a level 98 was almost the peak combat power on the continent.

Yet reality was that abstract; the Evil Soul Master known as the Death Messenger had achieved this astonishing feat right under the nose of Xuan Zi.

He had heard of this secret from Leng Yaomo; the records of this incident seemed to have been erased long ago by Xuan Zi, who succeeded him as the Sea God Pavilion Master.

It was the Spirit Pagoda that, as it developed, gradually grew at odds with their Shrek Academy and dug up this old affair.

It was truly lamentable.

Returning to his senses, the leader of the Evil Soul Masters in the different space was the first to release his martial soul—it was actually a top-tier martial soul like the Bone Reaper, and his cultivation was at the Soul Saint level. Coupled with the bizarre methods of an Evil Soul Master and that cruel, tyrannical, and reckless personality, even a Soul Douluo would find him troublesome.

Tang Heng's gaze was clear, her violet eyes devoid of fear, perhaps even holding a hint of joy?

The number of Evil Soul Masters before her was small, only four.

Among them, one Soul Saint, one Soul Emperor, and two Soul Kings.

Judging by their aura, only the Soul Saint was formidable; the soul power of the other three was quite hollow, likely forcibly elevated through some secret technique, trading their future potential for a temporary surge in power.

This space should have been constructed by that Soul Emperor, and Tang Heng was not foolish enough to fight within an enemy's soul skill.

"This brat is strange, attack together!"

The Bone Reaper soul master roared, his first, third, and fifth soul rings lighting up simultaneously, and the other three Evil Soul Masters followed his command, attacking Tang Heng from different angles.

Tang Heng, surrounded in the center, remained unhurried, brushing her flowing silver hair with one hand and whispering softly:

"Domain Expansion."

In the next second, the four Evil Soul Masters felt their bodies slip out of control, their consciousnesses plummeting as if into an endless abyss.

Damn it, a domain-type soul skill?

The Bone Reaper Soul Saint struggled desperately, yet in his current state, he felt as though he had completely lost connection to his own physical body.

Suddenly, the light returned to the eyes of the Evil Soul Masters, who had just been sinking into despair.

What came into view was a perfectly square world.

Tang Heng stood on a small hill not far away, a rising sun slowly ascending behind him; the sunlight spilled over his golden hair, making it shimmer brilliantly.

He rested one hand on the long blade at his waist, his crimson eyes revealing a heart-stopping ferocity:

"Welcome, everyone, to My World."

With that, he slowly drew the Spirit Sheath Silver Paper, the cold blade radiating waves of chilling light.

The shifting scenery around them filled everyone with despair; they had never encountered such a bizarre ability in their entire lives!

"Calm down! No matter how many tricks he has, he is still just a mere three-ringed brat. What exactly are you all afraid of?"

The Bone Reaper Soul Master sternly rebuked his accomplices while igniting his seventh soul ring. The massive skeletal reaper merged with his body, and the giant scythe from his martial soul was now gripped firmly in his hands.

"Attack together! Show the bloodlust of us Evil Soul Masters; we cannot let a little brat scare the guts out of us!"

Encouraged by his words, the other Evil Soul Masters gradually regained their composure, summoning their respective martial souls as their auras climbed to their peak.

Tang Heng tilted his head, looking at the Evil Soul Masters in the distance.

Why are you all charging at me while shouting about friendship and bonds? Could it be that I am the villain after all?