Evil Soul Master

He said slowly, his dark red pupils slightly constricting, "Lian Hun, you have always been talkative; restrain yourself this time. Blood Butcher, your Martial Soul is strong in offense but weak in defense, so do not charge to the front when the fighting starts later."

"And so what? Zhan Li, are you being too cautious?"

The gaunt and withered Lian Hun toyed with the bone rings on his fingers, emitting a cackling, eerie laugh, "With the three of us joining forces, we can even kill a Titled Douluo. What is there to fear from a Soul Douluo-level woman, especially one carrying a dead weight?"

"I did not say I was afraid," Zhan Li said indifferently. "I only said not to underestimate the enemy. I want her life. She should have some decent Soul Bone on her, which will be perfect for feeding my Martial Soul."

The black fissure between his brows suddenly widened, and dark red light surged from it, condensing into a phantom eye in the air.

That eye was oval-shaped, with a vertical pupil in the center like that of a snake or lizard, radiating an evil pressure that made one's heart palpitate.

This was his Martial Soul—Eye of Fear.

It was an extremely rare mutated Martial Soul, possessing dual attributes of the spirit and curse systems.

Those who fought him would first have their will shattered by the mental shock of the Eye of Fear, and then be slowly tortured to death by the power of the curse amidst extreme terror.

In the world of Soul Masters on the continent, this type of Martial Soul that could directly attack the spirit was one of the most troublesome existences.

Lian Hun licked his lips, and the bone rings on his ten fingers lit up one by one with a ghostly glow.

His Martial Soul was named Hundred Bone Soul-Calling Banner, an extremely sinister tool-type Martial Soul.

Sealed within the bone rings were the soul fragments of hundreds of Soul Masters he had killed with his own hands; during battle, he could summon these souls to fight for him.

Every person he killed became a part of his power.

The more Soul Masters died by his hand, the stronger his strength became.

Blood Butcher released his Martial Soul without a word.

His body swelled in size, his already long arms becoming even thicker and more terrifying, while a layer of scarlet horny scales emerged on the surface of his skin.

His palms transformed into three massive bone claws, wreathed in scarlet baleful energy—this was his Martial Soul, Blood Claw Demon Ape.

It was a beast-type Martial Soul with the bloodline of an ancient fierce beast, possessing infinite strength and terrifying attack power.

His strength was almost unrivaled among Soul Douluo of the same level; a single swipe of his claws was enough to tear apart a small mountain.

The three of them released their soul rings simultaneously.

At Zhan Li's feet, eight soul rings slowly rotated—two yellow, three purple, and three black.

He took a deep breath, and the phantom Eye of Fear between his brows opened completely, dark red light spreading from around his body like blood mist, shrouding the entire mountain hollow.

Something viscous and heavy filled the air; even the mountain breeze ceased, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from the entrance of the mountain hollow.

Bibi Dong held Luo Dong and walked slowly into the hollow.

Luo Dong curled up quietly in her arms, neither crying nor making a fuss.

Bibi Dong swept her gaze over the three people by the campfire, then stopped.

She was no more than thirty paces away from them.

"You all carry a very thick stench of blood."

"Target confirmed."

"Time to kill."

As soon as the words fell, a system notification sounded in her mind: [Task Triggered: Mother's Responsibility]

[Task Content: While you eliminate these evil Soul Masters, protect your precious son well; do not let him suffer even the slightest harm. A true powerhouse must not only be able to kill enemies but also protect what is most important to them.]

[Completion Reward: Soul Ring Bestowal—According to the host's current capacity, a perfectly compatible soul ring will be bestowed. The age can be determined by the host's capacity: ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even one million years are all possible.]

Bibi Dong looked at the lines of text on the system panel, her eyes brightening.

Soul Ring Bestowal.

She was currently at level ninety, and the very thing she lacked was that one soul ring to officially step into the ranks of a Titled Douluo.

If she could obtain a perfect soul ring of over one hundred thousand years here, her breakthrough would not be that of an ordinary Titled Douluo, but a leap across several levels.

Moreover, the system specifically noted "one million years"—if her physical capacity was sufficient, she could even obtain a million-year-level soul ring directly, an existence unheard of.

Zhan Li heard Bibi Dong's words, the Eye of Fear between his brows opening fully, dark red light swirling around his body.

Looking at Bibi Dong, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Bibi Dong, the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, a super genius. I have heard many rumors about you—the woman in Martial Soul Hall with the most hope of inheriting the position of Pope. But seeing you today, you are nothing more than this."

He took a step forward, and the Eye of Fear between his brows suddenly shot out a beam of dark red light, piercing straight toward Bibi Dong's eyes.

That was the mental shock of the Eye of Fear; those struck would be swallowed by endless hallucinations of terror, leading to a collapse of will at best, or mental derangement at worst.

He did not hold back this strike, using his full strength from the start.

He wanted to end the battle quickly.

However, Bibi Dong did not even blink.

The dark red light shot into her eyes like a stone falling into the ocean, not even causing a single ripple.

Her mental power far exceeded Zhan Li's imagination; such a mere mental shock was not even worth mentioning in front of her.

She did not even release her Martial Soul, simply standing there quietly with a gaze as calm as if she were looking at three ants.

Zhan Li's smile froze on his face.

She said nothing, merely tilting her head slightly to signal the two men beside her.

Lian Hun was the first to move.

With a strange cackle, ten bone rings simultaneously erupted with ghostly light, and hundreds of twisted soul phantoms surged from his fingertips, swarming toward Bibi Dong like a tidal wave.

Those soul phantoms writhed and wailed, emitting ear-piercing shrieks, corroding the very air into black streaks wherever they passed.

Blood Butcher followed close behind.

With his knees slightly bent, he launched himself into the air like a furious ape.

His arms swelled to nearly double their size in the moment he leaped, and three massive bone claws tore through the air, whistling with a harsh, wind-splitting sound as they slashed down toward the top of Bibi Dong's head.

The ground cracked into a three-foot-deep crater under the force of his recoil.

Zhan Li moved as well.

A Soul Skill ring lit up, and the Eye of Fear at the center of his brow snapped open to its widest extent.

A beam of dark red light, dense as solid matter, shot forth.

This was no mere mental shock, but the fourth Soul Skill of the Eye of Fear: Curse of Fear.

The victim's five senses would be eroded by terror, magnifying every touch into excruciating pain and twisting every shadow into nightmarish hallucinations.

While the curse persisted, the target would be stripped of even the ability to move normally.

A three-sided pincer attack, intended to end the battle in an instant.

Behind a pile of rubble in the distance, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Watching the battle below, he thought to himself.

Bibi Dong, just how much hidden strength do you possess? Let me see it.