Awakening the Sharingan, the Evil Soul Master's End

Looking at the two men's ferocious faces and the terrified expression of the woman they were holding hostage, Ban Shu's expression remained entirely unmoved.

"What are you still standing there for? Move aside, now!"

The fat man tightened his grip on the woman, his hand exerting increasing pressure. "If you don't move, I'll turn her into a corpse!"

"Save... save me."

The woman reached out in despair, the overwhelming sensation of suffocation causing her to instinctively plead with Ban Shu, hoping he could rescue her.

Watching the woman's agony, the red glow in Ban Shu's eyes intensified; the red tomoe became increasingly distinct, even beginning to rotate slowly.

"Do you really think a tactic like this would work on me?"

Ban Shu raised his Painted Halberd and walked forward slowly, his tone cold and terrifying.

"If I let you go, more people will be harmed. Besides, I have no right to forgive you on behalf of those who have already died."

"So what if you have a hostage? I have already steeled my resolve. These sins—I alone shall bear them."

As he finished speaking, Ban Shu swung his long halberd violently: "First Soul Skill, Thunder Demon!"

The Painted Halberd, wreathed in endless lightning, swept horizontally toward the two men. Given the momentum, it was clear he intended to cut them both down at once.

"This madman!"

The fat man's face changed drastically. He threw the woman aside and retreated, intending to use her as a human shield to carve out an escape route.

Unexpectedly, Ban Shu suddenly withdrew his strength at that very moment, turning to catch the woman. "Dong'er!"

"Coming!"

Bibi Dong, who had been waiting for the right moment, leaped out immediately. The Death Spider Emperor behind her condensed soul power, spitting out a single poison needle.

Do not underestimate this single needle; it was a concentration of all the toxins from those needles, and one was enough to claim a life.

"Ah!"

The fat man let out a shrill scream, clutching his stomach as he rolled on the ground. Gradually, he lost all signs of life, collapsing on the ground with his head tilted back, his eyes wide with the resentment of an unavenged death.

His stomach had already melted away under the poison's effects, leaving only exposed white bone—a truly miserable end.

"Serves you right! For harming people here!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly at the fat man.

Ban Shu carried the unconscious woman to Bibi Dong's side. "Dong'er, I leave her to you. There is still one more tall, thin Fallen One; I am going to find him."

"Mm, be careful."

Bibi Dong nodded, taking the woman from Ban Shu's arms and watching as he continued to walk forward.

Reaching the deepest part of the cave, Ban Shu saw the tall, thin man standing outside a fence, watching him quietly.

"What? Realizing you can't run, so you've given up?"

Ban Shu walked slowly toward the tall man, the Painted Halberd in his hand rising slowly as he prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

"Hahahaha!"

Unexpectedly, the tall man, who seemed driven to a dead end, was not afraid; instead, he burst into wild laughter.

"Oh? It seems you have some kind of backup plan?"

"That's right!"

The tall man suddenly grabbed a man from the side and, without hesitation, thrust his hand into the victim's chest. The man struggled for a few moments before losing all breath.

The tall man collected all the blood into a jar. The container looked full, clearly indicating he had killed many people.

After finishing this, the tall man stepped aside, and Ban Shu finally saw the truth: behind him lay piles of countless corpses, all dead in the same manner—drained of blood with a gaping hole in their chests.

Looking at these deceased people, Ban Shu let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

"Heh heh heh."

The tall man cared nothing for Ban Shu's mood; his face flushed with an unnatural, blood-red glow as a crazed roar erupted from his throat.

"I have absorbed the blood of everyone here! As long as I trigger my Martial Soul, I can release a violent explosion—enough to blow this entire cave to pieces!"

The tall man laughed maniacally, thrusting the jar forward. "This is the price for your relentless pursuit! Die with me! If I can take you with me before I go, then this life of mine was worth it!"

As he finished, the tall man crushed the jar with all his might. He expected to perish together, but the moment he reached out, lightning suddenly flashed across Ban Shu's body, and in the blink of an eye, he was run through.

"How... could this be..."

The man looked at the halberd piercing his chest, exhaling his final breath in unwillingness as his Martial Soul vanished along with its master.

"You... have angered me!"

Ban Shu gripped the Painted Halberd, two blood-red tomoe rotating slowly in his eyes. It was only because he had awakened the Sharingan that he was able to finish off this Fallen One in that split second.

"Hoo~"

With everything settled, Ban Shu could no longer hold himself up, slowly collapsing to the ground. His soul power was severely depleted, and combined with the side effects of having just awakened the Sharingan, he could barely stand.

"I never expected that I would actually awaken the Sharingan."

Ban Shu touched his eyes instinctively. Having witnessed the horrific, inhumane acts committed by these Evil Soul Masters, the fury in his heart was burning bright.

Just as the tall, thin man was about to perish together with him, a cold, sinister power seeped into his eyes. The opponent's movements suddenly slowed, and it was only then that Ban Shu realized he must have awakened the Sharingan.

"Is this a good thing, or a bad thing?"

Ban Shu looked at the corpses scattered around and gave a bitter smile; these innocent people should have been living in peace and contentment in their village, not ending up like this.

"Damnable Evil Soul Masters, they shouldn't exist in this world at all!"

Thinking of the Evil Soul Masters who would become increasingly rampant after the era of Douluo II, Ban Shu couldn't help but knit his brows. The God of Asura presided over judgment, yet he ignored the evil appearing right before his eyes, using the high-sounding excuse that he could not interfere with the lower realms—it was truly laughable.

"Xiao Ban!"

At this moment, Bibi Dong entered the depths of the cave with Yue Guan and the others, catching sight of the lifeless Fallen One and Ban Shu at a single glance.

"Xiao Ban, are you alright?"

Bibi Dong hurried forward to help Ban Shu up.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired. Let me rest for a moment, Sister Dong'er."

As he spoke, Ban Shu slowly closed his eyes. Having exhausted his soul power twice in a single day, compounded by the fatigue of awakening the Sharingan, he felt as if his head were splitting and longed for sleep.

"Xiao Ban!"

Fearing that something had happened to him, Bibi Dong hurriedly looked toward Yue Guan: "Bishop Yue Guan, what is wrong with Xiao Ban?"

Yue Guan quickly crouched down to carefully examine Xiao Ban's condition, then let out a sigh of relief: "It is nothing; Xiao Ban is simply too exhausted. He will be fine after some rest."

Hearing this, the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is good that he is fine. We were only able to wipe out these Fallen Ones thanks to Xiao Ban's warning; let him have a good rest."