You Call This a Pet?

The Sect Master of the Purple Poison Sect let out a scream, filled with terror and bluster.

He attempted to use the moral high ground of colluding with humans to shake Cailin, hoping to buy himself even a single second of time.

His only hope was to stall.

To stall until the experts from the Martial Soul Hall arrived!

However, Cailin merely watched him quietly, as if observing the clumsy performance of a clown.

In the next second, she sensed the fleeting spatial fluctuation emitted by the crushed jade pendant.

That was a distress signal.

The last trace of playfulness vanished from Cailin's stunningly beautiful face.

Replacing it was pure, unadulterated killing intent.

"Still trying to call for help?"

Her voice was soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

"You won't have the chance."

Before the words had even faded.

An invisible force field, centered on her, suddenly expanded outward!

This was not a Soul Skill, nor was it a domain; it was an absolute suppression originating from the hierarchy of life itself.

The air seemed to turn into thick, viscous syrup in that instant.

Everyone in the Purple Poison Sect felt their soul power circulation become incredibly sluggish, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.

To their horror, everyone discovered that their prideful soul power had been suppressed by more than thirty percent!

"Stop playing tricks! Attack together and kill her!"

A Soul Emperor-level expert refused to believe it; he roared, forcibly activating his Martial Soul, and a hideous phantom of a poisonous wolf emerged behind him.

He transformed into a streak of light, charging toward Cailin regardless of the consequences.

He wanted to prove with facts that this so-called suppression was nothing but a bluff!

Li Hao, peeking from behind a door crack, felt his heart nearly jump out of his throat.

Yet, facing this seemingly unstoppable strike, Cailin did not move a single step.

She merely raised her hand.

Then, she extended a slender, jade-like finger and pointed it through the air at the charging Soul Emperor.

No soul rings flashed.

No energy surged.

It was just that simple, singular motion.

The charging body of the Soul Emperor instantly stiffened in mid-air; the ferocity on his face had not yet faded before it was replaced by extreme bewilderment.

Crack.

A soft sound echoed.

A greyish-white crack started from his forehead and rapidly spread across his entire body.

Following that, under the horrified gaze of everyone present, that powerful Soul Emperor—a six-ring expert—silently... turned into a pile of rubble.

Clatter.

The rubble scattered across the ground, no longer able to form a human shape.

Li Hao gasped, nearly biting his own tongue off.

"This... isn't this my Petrification Eye?"

"How is it that when she uses it, it's like a divine light of destruction?"

"My skill can at most turn stone into powder, but with one flick of her finger, a living person turns into a stone sculpture? And one with an automatic disintegration feature?"

"Is this reasonable!"

"This is not reasonable!"

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

The blood drained from the faces of the remaining Purple Poison Sect elites at a visible rate, replaced by a bone-chilling fear.

That was not a battle.

That was an erasure.

"Devil... she is a devil!"

It was unclear who let out that desperate scream, but it completely shattered the silence.

Panic spread like a plague.

The remaining Soul Masters no longer had a shred of fighting spirit left; they shrieked and fled in all directions like madmen.

However, everything was in vain.

Cailin's figure moved.

She did not give chase, but instead strolled leisurely across the small clearing.

With every wave of her hand, a streak of purple energy shot forth.

With every step she took, a Soul Master's body stiffened before turning into stone.

Her movements were so elegant, as if she were not slaughtering, but dancing under the moonlight.

Yet, every strike she made precisely claimed a living life.

Those arrogant Soul Kings and Soul Emperors were as fragile as scarecrows in a field before her, easily harvested.

Li Hao hid behind the door, completely stunned.

He watched the scene, watching the breathtakingly beautiful woman reaping lives like a reaper.

This was the Queen housekeeper he had picked up.

This was Queen Medusa from the world of Battle Through the Heavens!

"Ahhh! I'll fight you to the death!"

Watching his subordinates die one after another, the Sect Master of the Purple Poison Sect fell into complete madness and despair.

He knew he could not escape today.

Since he was going to die anyway, he would make this monster pay a price!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Accompanied by a shrill roar, the Purple Poison Sect Master's body began to expand rapidly.

Purple-black carapaces surged wildly from beneath his skin, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant purple scorpion over fifteen meters long, reeking of foul, poisonous gas!

The power of a Soul Saint's Avatar of the Martial Soul was enough to make the mountains and rivers change color!

The giant scorpion raised its tail, which shimmered with a ghostly light, and the terrifying fluctuations of soul power caused the surrounding space to distort.

"Die! Monster!"

He let out a final roar, and the massive scorpion tail turned into a black bolt of lightning, smashing down toward Cailin!

This strike was enough to raze a small mountain to the ground!

Li Hao was so scared he closed his eyes.

However, the earth-shattering collision he expected did not occur.

He only heard a... crisp slapping sound.

Slap!

Li Hao tremblingly opened a slit in his eyes.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Cailin was already hovering in mid-air, and facing that world-destroying strike, she had merely flicked her hand with nonchalance.

That arrogant, giant scorpion was like a fly being swatted away.

Its massive body tumbled through the air before crashing into the ground, carving out a deep trench.

Cailin's figure landed lightly, like a weightless feather.

She landed precisely on top of the giant scorpion's head.

Her exquisite little boots, embroidered with purple patterns, stepped gently onto the Soul Saint's head.

"You..."

The Soul Saint reverted to human form, pinned firmly to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth as countless bones in his body shattered.

He struggled to lift his head, using his last ounce of strength to ask the question buried deep in his heart.

"You... what kind of... monster are you..."

Cailin looked down at him from above, her face devoid of any ripples.

She did not answer the question that was destined to remain unanswered.

She simply applied a little pressure with her foot.

Bang.

A muffled sound.

The head of the Purple Poison Sect Master exploded instantly, like a watermelon being crushed.

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

With this, the Purple Poison Sect's revenge party, from the level 78 Soul Saint down to the elite Soul Kings, was completely wiped out.

The entrance to Holy Soul Village fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Only the evening breeze blew past, carrying a faint scent of blood.

Cailin elegantly retracted her foot, as if she had merely crushed an eyesore of an insect.

Her purple robes remained spotless.

She turned slowly toward the dilapidated wooden door, bowed slightly to the figure who had been frightened into a stupor, and offered a salute.

"Master, the trash has been cleared."

Li Hao stared blankly at the gruesome scene of corpses strewn across the ground, then looked at the peerless beauty before him, whose words were respectful and whose posture was elegant. Only one thought echoed frantically in his mind.

"What I picked up... wasn't a kitten, it was a nuclear bomb."