Evil Soul Masters?

"Brother, I dragged you into this! You little devils, you'll die horrible deaths! I... sigh!"

Outside the courtyard, Mi Hu leaned against the wall, dragging his badly battered older brother's body as he quietly waited for death.

Perhaps because he was on the verge of dying, he no longer shouted about revenge or how Fang Le and the others deserved to die.

The taste of power was truly intoxicating.

He thought back to himself and his older brother in the past.

Born into a poor family, they had been cautious in everything they did.

But later, his brother's talent had come to light. The Mysterious Underworld Sect had taken notice of him and recommended that he study at Shrek Academy. After graduating from the outer court, he had joined the sect.

Their days of poverty were behind them, and Mi Hu could hold his head high. But somehow... he'd held it a little too high.

Sigh... He hadn't had his fill of power yet! His time holding his head high had been so short...

"Brother... Hey, wait for me... Wait... Tiger's blood is flowing so slowly."

Looking at his older brother, whose eyes were shut but whose wounds still seeped blood, Mi Hu murmured at the sky as he quietly waited for death.

The wounds had been treated, so now it would take quite a while for them to die.

As for his older brother, Mi Long, only the faintest rise and fall remained in his chest.

He had come into this world before his younger brother, and now it seemed he would leave it before him, too.

There was no sound of the courtyard gate opening, only two sets of footsteps drawing nearer, one heavy and one light.

"Old Green, kill them."

Fang Le wasn't prepared to kill his own kind with his own hands, but that didn't mean he would spare the two men.

At Fang Le's call, the ugly, ghostly blue beast crawled out from the shadow beneath his feet, then walked toward the Mi brothers.

In this hateful world, he didn't want to kill anyone.

Two punches fell. The end of their lives came with a dull, muffled sound.

At the same time, several yellow-green orbs invisible to ordinary people emerged from the Mi brothers' corpses and surged toward Fang Le.

↑19 levels

His Soul Power had broken through by two levels, but Fang Le paid it little attention. Instead, he looked toward the nearby alley entrance.

"Stop!!"

"You fiend, don't you dare hurt anyone!"

"Evil Soul Master!!"

The Shrek group had decided to come watch the fun, but when they caught the smell of blood, they all quickened their pace.

And just as they reached the alley entrance, they saw this scene.

A fierce, hideous beast had obeyed a child's command and brutally slaughtered two passersby.

At the same time, they sensed that after killing the two men, the child's Soul Power Level had actually risen.

Not to mention the sinister, black-robed middle-aged man standing beside him.

An Evil Soul Master!

Without a doubt, an Evil Soul Master!

"An Evil Soul Master? Me?"

The people across from him spoke loudly, so Fang Le could hear them just fine.

Looking at the group before him, their Martial Souls possessed and Soul Rings shining, he felt only that this was going to be a hassle.

What a pain. What if they've got the wrong idea? I still have things to do!

Should I just kill them all?

Pah! What am I thinking? This damned world is rubbing off on me.

Fang Le slapped himself over the wicked thought that had crossed his mind.

"Don't attack! This is a private matter! They attacked my friend. I was only acting in self-defense..."

Fang Le figured he should explain. If they could talk it out, settling things peacefully would be best.

After all, the patient inside was still waiting for medicine. He didn't have time to waste with this bunch.

"That's right, this is a private matter. It has nothing to do with you."

As a seasoned wage slave, Di Tian backed Fang Le's explanation by releasing his oppressive aura.

(Fang Le: Why do I feel like I've turned into the villain?)

But while Fang Le and the others thought they'd given a good explanation, some of the people opposite them took it quite differently.

How could they put up with that look—as if they were just ordinary passersby?

They were wearing Shrek Academy uniforms, for crying out loud. They represented Shrek's reputation. Wherever they went, people treated them with courtesy and respect.

So what was with the way the other side treated them like irrelevant passersby?

And a villain like this should have fled at the sight of Shrek Academy. How could they remain so calm?

They even dared to release their oppressive aura at them. Did they really think Shrek's instructors were pushovers?

Their nerves were instantly set off. Shrek's glory would not be ignored.

"You..."

Among the group, a golden-haired girl was clearly hot-tempered. Even faced with their oppressive aura, she showed no fear. For the sake of Shrek's glory, she couldn't take even one step back.

But before she could speak, her companion pulled her back.

"Xiao Ming, don't be rash. The people across from us are strong. I've already sent for help. Elder Xuan will be here soon."

The one holding Wu Ming back was a gentle, graceful woman, her clear features radiating poise. Even Shrek's team uniforms—which could somehow knock anyone's looks down three notches—couldn't conceal her stunning beauty.

Zhang Lexuan, the orphaned daughter of the Moon Zhang Family of the former Heaven Dou Empire.

At just fifteen, she had already reached Soul King Level 57. With her Innate Full Soul Power, Moon Martial Soul, and extraordinary talent, she was truly a rare genius, the likes of which Shrek had not seen in a thousand years.

Even Mu En intended to cultivate her as the next generation's successor to the Sea God Pavilion.

And in this group, aside from Han Ruoruo, whose cultivation was the highest, she was the second-in-command.

"Elder Xuan? Green uniforms? You're from Shrek?"

A Soul Master's hearing was naturally sharp, and besides, those words had been spoken for the two of them to hear.

But the words, meant to intimidate them, had little effect. Instead, they made Fang Le's growing irritation spike.

It was phrased as a question, but the speaker sounded certain... and there was a hint of disgust, too.

After all, in the popular image, Shrek was like a toad on your shoe: disgusting, and liable to leap right into your face without warning.

Why did he suddenly feel like silencing them, too...?

"That's right, we're students of Shrek Academy! You little Evil Soul Master, and you old geezer in the black robe beside him—how dare you hurt someone from the Mysterious Underworld Sect? Surrender at once!

"Otherwise, when Elder Xuan arrives, you won't like what happens to you!"

Seeing that Fang Le had recognized their identities, the group was filled with the fierce confidence that came from Shrek's glory and their sect's prestige.

The defensive Soul Master among them brazenly shouted at him.

Xu Fangmiao had a Xuanming Turtle Martial Soul and was a Soul Ancestor at Level 46.

As a direct descendant of the Mysterious Underworld Sect, he had crossed paths several times with Mi Long, a Soul King who had been working under his own younger cousin.

He recognized Mi Long without much effort.

This brat had dared to kill him.

It was a provocation, a challenge to the Xu Family of the Mysterious Underworld Sect.

Once they captured him...

As for the possibility that someone from his Mysterious Underworld Sect had started trouble?

Impossible. His sect was an ally of Shrek, a partner in justice.

Mi Long must have discovered that this kid was an Evil Soul Master, then heroically attacked and laid down his life.

No matter what, the brat in front of him was the one at fault...

Xu Fangmiao's shouting made Fang Le feel even more irritated—unbelievably irritated.

He was so annoyed he almost wanted to laugh.

Why did one troublesome mess keep coming after another?

He was an introvert! Dealing with this kind of thing was the worst.

And so...

"Good grief... Uncle Long, you know Xuan Zi from Shrek, right? He's Level 98. Go see if he's here yet. If he isn't, you should have no trouble dragging him over, right?

"And that guy from the Mysterious Underworld Sect—slap him, then tie him up. We'll make him lead us there, and then we'll pay the Mysterious Underworld Sect another visit.

"We still need to gather materials. Let's get this over with quickly."

Rubbing his temples with a hand over his forehead, Fang Le didn't even want to look at the group in front of him. He simply asked Di Tian, who stood beside him.

"No problem. I know the Shrek people. A mere Level 98 is child's play for me."

Di Tian could tell how irritated Fang Le was and replied with complete confidence.

This wasn't the era of that certain Dragon King legend. Even so-called Limit Douluos were nothing more than a few extra slaps for Di Tian.

"You..."

Xu Fangmiao saw that he was being ignored again and flew into a rage, pointing at the two men as he prepared to let them have it.

But...

"You're making too much noise around my child!"