A Pair of Pale Golden Wings! Eidolon Unleashed, Ultimate Speed!

On the dark crimson ground, Bai Yuan had not even steadied himself before he sensed the auras ahead.

Not one, but countless.

To the left, the Soul Power fluctuations were deep and violent. They belonged to orthodox Soul Masters, at least above two rings.

To the right, the Soul Power was cold and sticky, carrying an unpleasant sense of decay—Evil Soul Masters, no doubt about it.

Straight ahead, mixed between the two, was the uniquely frenzied aura of Soul Beasts. They were the most numerous and the most disorganized.

Soul Masters, Evil Soul Masters, Soul Beasts.

A three-way melee.

Bai Yuan's mouth twitched.

What the hell kind of three-way brawl is this?

In the distance, a Soul Master was pierced through the shoulder by an Evil Soul Master's bone spear. He screamed, then sent his opponent flying with a backhanded palm strike. Before he could catch his breath, a rotting Soul Beast pounced from the side and pinned him to the ground.

Elsewhere, several Evil Soul Masters stood back to back, controlling black chains of Soul Power as they fended off the assault of three Soul Beasts and two Soul Masters at once.

At the center of the battlefield, a Soul Beast the size of a small mountain was rampaging wildly, sweeping away everything without distinguishing friend from foe.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams rang out without end.

Bai Yuan stood at the edge of the battlefield, narrowing his eyes as he observed for several seconds.

Who should he help?

The Soul Masters? They looked like the righteous side, but who knew? This world had no shortage of sanctimonious hypocrites.

The Evil Soul Masters? Those things obviously weren't good people. Helping them would be aiding evil.

The Soul Beasts? Even less likely. Soul Beasts ate people bones and all. Helping them would be worse than helping a dog.

Who was the bad guy?

He scratched his head, sinking into a brief philosophical contemplation.

Then, a Thousand-Year Soul Beast burst from the shadows at his side, its gaping maw snapping down toward his head!

It was incredibly fast. An ordinary six-year-old would not even have had time to react.

But Bai Yuan was no ordinary six-year-old.

He did not even turn his head.

His feet shifted lightly, and his body slid half a foot to the side.

The gaping maw brushed past his ear and bit into empty air.

Then, he gripped Dawnmaker in reverse with his right hand and flicked his wrist.

A flash of sword light.

"Pfft."

The Thousand-Year Soul Beast's neck was pierced through by a single strike.

Its enormous body stiffened in midair for an instant before crashing to the ground. It twitched twice, then stopped moving.

Bai Yuan pulled out his sword, flicked the blood from its blade, and looked down at the faintly trembling corpse with a frown.

"What was that for? Can't you see I was thinking?"

His voice was not loud, but amid the deafening slaughter of this Asura realm, it carried clearly.

Several nearby Soul Masters and Evil Soul Masters turned at the same time, spotting the little boy standing amid the corpses with an impatient expression.

One Soul Master's eyes widened. "That was... a Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Killed with one sword strike?"

An Evil Soul Master narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. "A child? He looks delicious! Why would there be a child in a place like this? Still... his Soul Power fluctuations are quite pure."

Several malicious gazes locked onto Bai Yuan at once.

Bai Yuan sensed those stares, sighed, and tightened his grip on Dawnmaker.

"Elder Han," he called toward the sky, "can I choose a side in this trial? I want to be the referee."

There was no response from above.

Instead, the mountain-sized giant Soul Beast in the distance was drawn by the commotion and slowly turned its head.

A pair of eyes larger than lanterns stared directly at Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan: "..."

Fine. If he could not be the referee, then so be it.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the giant Soul Beast.

"Then... I'll take all of you down."

The Evil Soul Master licked his lips, greed gleaming in his eyes.

"Why don't we kill this brat first?

I'm dying to eat him!!!"

Another Evil Soul Master beside him raised a hand to stop him, lowering his voice.

"Don't! Deal with these Soul Masters first. Don't ruin the bigger plan!"

Before his words had even faded.

Bai Yuan moved.

There was no running start and no buildup. With a light tap of his foot, his entire body seemed to be pulled by some invisible force as he vanished from where he stood.

The next second, he appeared before the Evil Soul Master.

Nose to nose.

The Evil Soul Master's pupils shrank sharply. His body instinctively shot backward, and a distorted cry escaped his mouth.

"What?! How can he be so fast!!!"

He retreated quickly, but Bai Yuan's sword was faster.

Dawnmaker swept upward in a diagonal slash. The sword light, like a silver-white crescent moon, silently cut across his throat.

"Urgh, ah—!"

Blood sprayed.

The Evil Soul Master clutched his neck, his eyes bulging wide. His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, while incoherent sounds gurgled from his throat.

He staggered back two steps, his body beginning to convulse uncontrollably before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Even in death, his eyes remained fixed on Bai Yuan, filled with hatred and unwillingness.

Bai Yuan shook the blood from his sword and looked expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground, though he could not help but complain inwardly.

Damn, this is way too realistic.

The angle of the blood spray, the weight of the body hitting the ground, the look in those eyes that refused to close.

It was all exactly like the real thing.

How had Spirit Pagoda managed to make this technology?

He could even feel the blood droplets splashed onto his face—warm, sticky, trickling down his cheek.

Bai Yuan wiped his face with one hand and looked down at the red staining his fingertips.

"Elder Han,"

He glanced up at the sky.

"The blood in this illusion... isn't real too, is it?"

There was still no response from above.

But the distant melee had fallen silent for an instant because of what had just happened.

The Soul Masters looked at him. The Evil Soul Masters looked at him. Even the Soul Beasts tilted their heads to look at him.

A six-year-old child had killed an Evil Soul Master with one sword strike.

Cleanly and decisively, without even blinking.

Bai Yuan felt those gazes, sighed, and raised Dawnmaker toward the center of the battlefield.

"Next."

Bai Yuan's gaze locked onto his next target.

His foot moved.

Teleportation.

It was as though some force had folded space around him.

One moment, he was beside the corpse. The next, he was pressed right in front of another Evil Soul Master.

That Evil Soul Master had been dealing with a Soul Beast when he caught sight of a figure appearing out of nowhere. His pupils contracted sharply.

"You—"

He instinctively retreated, Soul Power erupting beneath his feet as he drifted backward like a ghost for several yards.

At this distance, he was confident that even an agility-type Soul King could not catch up to him in an instant.

But Bai Yuan followed.

It was an utterly unreasonable speed, even faster than before.

As if he had been standing behind him all along, the tip of Dawnmaker was nearly touching his nose.

"How can you be even faster than before?!" the Evil Soul Master screamed.

He had clearly widened the distance. Why had this child's speed increased again?

After killing the first Evil Soul Master, Bai Yuan had felt something within him awaken.

It was a more fundamental power, engraved deep within Eidolon.

The embodiment of fire and light, of good and evil.

The longer he fought and the more enemies he killed, the faster he became.

With every enemy he slew, his speed increased another degree.

There was a limit, but it was still far away.

"No!" The Evil Soul Master frantically circulated his Soul Power, laying down layer after layer of defensive shields before himself.

Black evil Soul Power surged like a swamp, trying to block the sword.

Dawnmaker thrust forward evenly.

The first shield shattered when the sword tip touched it.

The second shattered.

The third shattered.

Before that silver-white sword light, the black defenses were like paper, collapsing layer by layer.

"Ahhh—!"

The sword tip plunged into the Evil Soul Master's chest and pierced out through his back.

The Evil Soul Master looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, then looked up at the child before him.

His lips moved. In the end, he could not say a word, and his body collapsed limply.

Bai Yuan pulled out his sword and took a deep breath.

The power within him rose another notch.

He looked down at his hands, feeling that endless strength surging from the depths of his bones.

He was faster, his reactions sharper, and even his sword edge keener.

No rush.

With a light tap of his foot, his figure vanished once more.

In the battlefield, the third Evil Soul Master was directing his Soul Beasts to besiege a Soul Master when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He spun around.

A streak of silver-white sword light had already fallen upon his head.

Bai Yuan himself did not notice.

As he focused on hunting down the Evil Soul Masters.

Something was quietly taking shape behind his back.

It was the phantom of a pair of wings.

Pale golden light flowed through the air.

Every line carried a beauty that was both sacred and dangerous.

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