They Came Charging at Him, Shouting About Friendship and Bonds

In the middle of a busy street, amid the crowds.

A man dressed in white stood with his hands behind his back, strolling through the crowd.

He was nearly flawless in appearance, with a tall, straight figure. Even on Douluo Continent, where people were generally good-looking, his looks were exceptional.

Even so, no one around him paid any attention, as if he didn't exist in this world.

If someone who knew the man had been there, they would surely have been astonished. Some might even have run over to ask for his autograph.

Because the man was Yun Ming, titled Sky-Prop.

The current Sea God Pavilion Master, widely recognized as the strongest person on Douluo Continent, and the undisputed God of Spears.

He had come to Eastsea City based on an informant's report, to investigate the whereabouts of the legendary Ghost King Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult.

But just now, an unusual spatial fluctuation had suddenly come from not far away, making him stop in his tracks.

If it had been a fluctuation caused by a Soul Master cultivating a conventional spatial Martial Soul, Yun Ming might not have paid it any mind.

But in that instant, his keen spiritual perception immediately caught a wisp of the evil aura within it. That wasn't something an ordinary Soul Master could possess.

"Interesting. Showing your hand so soon?"

Yun Ming chuckled and took a step forward. His entire figure vanished from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared where the fluctuation had come from.

An old house, long neglected, looked as though it might collapse at any moment.

The warning sign beside it told passersby to keep away. The old house was unsafe and at risk of collapse.

Yun Ming stood at a distance. His eyes, which seemed to contain the entire starry sky, pierced through the house and the spatial barrier, locking onto the figures within.

Not good! Evil Soul Masters.

The aura coming from the black-clad men could only belong to Evil Soul Masters.

Before becoming Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming had been one of the Shrek Seven Devils. As a member of the Inspection Corps, he had killed countless Evil Soul Masters.

Even the notorious Ghost Emperor, an unrivaled figure within the Holy Spirit Cult, an organization of Evil Soul Masters, had fallen to him.

So Yun Ming was rarely wrong when it came to sensing Evil Soul Masters.

"Is that... a girl?"

Yun Ming's pupils contracted slightly. For the first time, shock showed on his eternally calm face.

He had seen an Evil Soul Master with about five rings attack the silver-haired girl from behind, only to be sent flying with a single punch.

From what he could sense, the girl was only about seven years old, yet her Soul Power had already reached the three-ring level.

Yun Ming racked his brain for information about the silver-haired girl, trying to figure out her background.

So young, yet already so powerful—and able to badly injure a Five-Ring Soul King with nothing but her physical strength. Just what family did this Little Monster belong to?

Yun Ming had been about to intervene, but he stopped himself.

He wanted to see just how far the girl could go.

As for the danger to her life?

With him watching over her, if anything still went wrong, he might as well toss the title of Sky-Prop Douluo down the sewer.

That said, Yun Ming still summoned the Sky-Prop Spear. Using barely perceptible Soul Power and spiritual power, he locked onto the other Evil Soul Masters behind the spatial barrier.

If anything started to go wrong, he could intervene at any moment.

Though Yun Ming had absolute confidence in his strength, there were always exceptions.

For instance, during the era of Spirit Ice Douluo ten thousand years ago, the Sea God Pavilion's vice master, Taotie Douluo, had been only a step below him in cultivation. Yet a Soul King-level Evil Soul Master had managed to assassinate one of Shrek's main tournament competitors right under his nose.

To outsiders, such a thing seemed utterly impossible. In that era, before Battle Armor and mechas existed, Level 98 was practically the highest level of combat power on the continent.

Yet reality was just that absurd. An Evil Soul Master named Death Messenger had accomplished that astonishing feat right under Xuan Zi's nose.

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

As for the Spirit Pagoda, after it gradually rose to prominence, it became increasingly at odds with Shrek Academy and dug up the old incident again.

It was truly heartrending.

Coming back to himself, Yun Ming saw the leader of the Evil Soul Masters in the alternate space summon his Martial Soul first. It was a top-tier one, Bone Reaper, and he was a Soul Saint. With the strange methods of Evil Soul Masters and their cruel, violent, and reckless nature, even a Soul Douluo would find him troublesome.

Tang Heng's gaze was clear. There was no fear in his violet eyes—not even the slightest bit. In fact, was there a hint of delight?

There weren't many Evil Soul Masters in front of him, only four.

One Soul Saint, one Soul Emperor, and two Soul Kings.

From their auras, only the Soul Saint seemed particularly powerful. The other three had rather unstable Soul Power, likely forced to their current levels with some kind of secret technique. They had traded away their future potential for a brief burst of strength in the present.

The Soul Emperor must have constructed this space. Tang Heng wasn't foolish enough to fight inside an enemy's Soul Skill.

"This brat's strange. Everyone, attack together!"

The Bone Reaper Soul Saint roared. His first, third, and fifth Soul Rings lit up at once, while the other three Evil Soul Masters followed his orders and attacked Tang Heng from different angles.

Surrounded, Tang Heng calmly reached up with one hand to toy with his flowing silver hair and said softly:

"Domain, unfold."

The next moment, the four Evil Soul Masters felt their bodies slip out of their control, and their minds seemed to plummet into an endless abyss.

Damn it, a domain-type Soul Skill?

The Bone Reaper Soul Saint struggled desperately, but in his current state, he seemed unable to feel his own body at all.

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

A perfectly square world appeared before them.

Tang Heng stood on a mound of earth not far away. A blazing sun slowly rose behind him, its light spilling over his golden hair and making it shimmer.

He rested one hand on the long saber at his waist. His scarlet eyes glinted with a chilling ferocity.

"Welcome, everyone, to my world."

With that, he slowly drew Spirit Sheath Silver Paper. Cold light shimmered across the blade.

The shifting scenery around them filled everyone's hearts with despair. They had never encountered such a bizarre ability in their entire lives!

"Calm down! No matter how many tricks he has, he's still just a three-ring brat. What are you all afraid of?"

The Bone Reaper Soul Master berated his comrades as he lit up his seventh Soul Ring. The enormous skeletal Reaper merged with him, and he gripped the massive scythe in its hand.

"Attack together! Show some backbone! We can't let a brat scare the wits out of us!"

Rallied by his words, the other Evil Soul Masters gradually regained their composure. They each summoned their Martial Souls, their auras rising to their peak.

Tang Heng tilted his head and looked at the Evil Soul Masters not far away.

Why were they charging at him, shouting about friendship and bonds? Was he the villain here?