On the dais, the God King of Evil leaned languidly back in her chair, narrowed her eyes, and quietly studied Tang San, who was drenched in sweat below.
Using her own Divine Power to forcibly reshape and corrupt her successor's Martial Soul—this was the means of control she had settled on after careful thought.
Among the lower planes of this Universe, the Soul Master system of the Douluo Continent was the most unusual.
From the day they awakened their Martial Souls, cultivators here depended on them for every scrap of their power.
They relied on their Martial Souls to bear Spirit Rings and drive Soul Skills. Even the transformation of their bodies, blood, and spiritual power was closely tied to the quality of their Martial Souls.
To a Soul Master of the Douluo Plane, a Martial Soul was the root of their life.
Control someone's Martial Soul, and you held more than seventy percent of their life and everything bound up in it.
Now, before Tang San had become a god, she had fused her Evil Origin directly into his Six-Edged Clear Sky Hammer.
The stronger the hammer grew, the more Tang San would depend on it, and the tighter the Evil Runes would bind themselves to his soul.
When the struggle between the two worlds was settled and the time came to reap the fruits, what would it matter if Tang San had completed all nine trials, successfully fused with the Evil Godhead, and become the next God King of Evil?
She would need only a thought to detonate the Evil Hidden Hand buried deep within the Six-Edged Clear Sky Hammer and shatter his Martial Soul on the spot.
A Douluo god whose Martial Soul had been reduced to ash would see the foundation of his power collapse in