Tang San's Attention, Martial Soul Hall's Shadow

As the head of the Purple Poison Sect Master exploded, that suffocating, terrifying pressure abruptly dissipated.

The air became breathable once again.

The chickens and dogs that had collapsed to the ground in the village stood up tremblingly, letting out uneasy whimpers.

The cries and screams of the villagers, who had survived the ordeal, rose and fell in succession.

Deep in the forest.

The moment the pressure vanished, Tang San lunged out like a leopard coiled and ready to strike.

He charged straight toward the direction where the pressure had disappeared.

Not daring to get too close, he stopped at a safe distance, a faint trace of purple flashing through his eyes.

Purple Demon Eye!

Through the shadows of the trees, the scene in the clearing at the village entrance was clearly reflected in his mind.

Then, his entire body froze.

What had he just seen?

A ground littered with shattered stone fragments—the remains of those once arrogant Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.

A headless corpse with its skull crushed—the remains of that terrifying powerhouse who had exuded the pressure of a Soul Saint.

And, standing in the center of the corpses, was a stunningly beautiful woman in purple robes as pristine as snow, without a speck of dust upon her.

She slowly withdrew the foot she had been resting on the corpse, her movement as elegant as if she were merely brushing away an unsightly fallen leaf.

Tang San's mind buzzed, going completely blank.

A Soul Saint!

Having studied at Nuoding Academy, he was no longer the same person he had been, now possessing the basic common sense of a Soul Master.

With just one glance, he judged the person's cultivation level from the traces at the scene!

A seven-ring Soul Saint!

That was a seven-ring Soul Saint! A powerful existence capable of establishing a sect and becoming an ancestor in any region!

Just like that... was she crushed to death by that woman as easily as stepping on a bug?

Wasn't that woman just the maid who had been following that salted-fish fisherman, Li Hao?

Tang San's worldview suffered an unprecedented and violent shock at this moment.

He came from the Tang Sect, possessed profound arts, and considered his understanding of this world to be far superior to his peers.

Yet, the scene before him completely overturned all his common sense.

A maid, capable of instantly killing a Soul Saint?

Then what kind of person was her master, Li Hao, who spent his days lying flat by the river and had awakened the trash Martial Soul Fishing Rod?

Was he some peerless old monster hiding in a starter village, playing among mortals and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

A monstrous wave surged in Tang San's heart.

This man was the greatest variable in this world!

Silently, Tang San withdrew his gaze and retreated into the shadows without a sound.

Go to the Soul Hunting Forest to obtain a century-old soul ring?

This thought seemed so ridiculous and childish after witnessing the massacre just now.

He had made his decision.

Until he figured out Li Hao's secret, he was going nowhere.

Unraveling the secrets of this man was perhaps ten thousand times more important than obtaining a mere century-old soul ring.

Meanwhile.

Hundreds of miles away, inside a heavily guarded branch of the Martial Soul Hall.

A middle-aged man wearing silver bishop robes was impatiently reviewing files.

Suddenly.

A Soul Tool used for receiving the highest-level emergency communications in front of him lit up without warning, emitting a rapid and sharp buzzing sound!

The middle-aged bishop stood up abruptly, his face instantly filled with gravity.

A signal like this might not sound even once in a decade!

He stepped forward quickly, pressed his hand onto the Soul Tool, and channeled his soul power into it.

The next second, a torrent of emotions mixed with extreme fear, despair, and madness surged along his arm and slammed into his mental world!

"Ah!"

He let out a muffled groan and staggered back two steps.

That emotion was so visceral, as if he had personally experienced the despair of facing death.

Immediately after, a few fragmented yet crystal-clear words exploded in his mind.

"Seven-Colored Divine Snake... monster... she has transformed..."

"Martial Soul Hall... save me..."

Transformation!

When the words "transformed soul beast" appeared, the middle-aged bishop's breath hitched.

He knew exactly what those four words represented.

They represented a complete Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that was guaranteed to drop!

That was a supreme treasure capable of driving any Title Douluo to madness!

A sect master of a second-rate sect had actually provoked such a legendary existence? And was killed in retaliation?

This matter had far exceeded the scope of what he, a branch hall master, could handle.

He dared not show the slightest hesitation; he immediately turned and activated another, more complex encrypted Soul Tool.

He had to report this earth-shattering intelligence to the headquarters in Martial Soul City at the very first moment!

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast capable of taking human form and instantly killing a Soul Saint...

This secret was enough to shake the foundations of the entire continent.

Holy Soul Village, in front of the small wooden house.

Li Hao stared blankly at the tragic scene of corpses strewn everywhere, then looked at the peerless beauty before him, who stood with respectful words and elegant posture. Only one thought echoed frantically in his mind.

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

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

Her purple robes remained spotless.

She slowly turned around, looked toward the direction of the dilapidated wooden door, and bowed slightly to the figure who was already frozen in shock.

"Master, the trash has been cleared."

Li Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Cleared?

You call this clearing?

This is a massacre, for heaven's sake!

However, at that moment, a strange expression suddenly flickered across Cailin's perpetually icy face.

She raised her head to look at the distant horizon, her golden vertical pupils narrowing slightly.

"Master."

Her voice was even colder than when she had been killing just moments ago.

"I sense that the moment that Soul Saint crushed the distress signal, a very powerful and malicious presence peered at this place from a great distance."

Boom!

This sentence was like a basin of ice water poured over Li Hao's head.

The heart he had just set at ease because the battle was over instantly leaped back into his throat!

And it was pulled even higher and tighter than before!

Peered at?

Powerful and malicious?

Who else could it be?

Even with his eyes closed, he knew it had to be Martial Soul Hall!

The only ones that second-rate trash like the Purple Poison Sect could hire were behemoths like Martial Soul Hall!

It's over.

It's completely over now.

He dodged the first day, but he couldn't dodge the fifteenth.

He drove away the jackals, only to summon the tigers and leopards.

He just wanted to be a salted fish! How did he end up provoking the world's greatest villain organization?

An unprecedented sense of crisis gripped his heart tightly.

He looked at Cailin.

Then he looked back at Xiao Wu, who had emerged from the house at some point, was hugging his thigh tightly, and was peeking out with her little head, looking at the corpses outside with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Hide?

There was no escaping it.

With the influence of Martial Soul Hall, where could they possibly hide? To the ends of the earth?

For the first time, a feeling called resentment surged within Li Hao's heart.

Why?

Why did they have to follow him, living this life of hiding and constant uncertainty?

They were so powerful, so beautiful.

Xiao Wu was innocent and lively, while Cailin was peerless and elegant.

They should have been the darlings of the world, not hunted by everyone while trailing after a loser like him.

Li Hao's chest heaved violently.

He looked at the two stunning figures beside him—one small, one tall—who viewed him as their only reliance.

A crazy, unprecedented thought sprouted uncontrollably from the deepest depths of his heart.

Since there was no safe place in this world that could shelter them.

Then I will...

Create one for them with my own hands!

A home that is absolutely safe, absolutely isolated, and belongs only to him and them!