Heaven and Earth Will Not Tolerate It?

Su Yuntao's excitement gave way to a touch of anxiety.

He had never even heard of a situation like this. Among all the Spirit Hall deacons in Notting City, no one had ever encountered anything like it.

And during their training, none of the strange awakening cases recorded by Spirit Hall had described anything like Jiang Chen's situation.

"Could a whole new, powerful Martial Soul be about to appear?" Su Yuntao's face flushed red as he struggled to contain his excitement.

If Jiang Chen awakened a powerful Martial Soul and Su Yuntao managed to recruit him into Spirit Hall, then a promotion, a raise, and a beautiful rich wife would practically be guaranteed.

But after another moment, Jiang Chen's Martial Soul still hadn't appeared, making Su Yuntao even more anxious.

Crack... crack...

Su Yuntao's expression changed. Cracks had appeared on the six black energy stones. Then a huge mass of golden light burst out, surging straight into Jiang Chen's body.

At last, Jiang Chen began to change.

Endless black mist began to rise behind him. It was as thick as ink, and its aura was evil and icy, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Su Yuntao's heart pounded wildly as a sense of mortal danger engulfed him. What kind of Martial Soul was this? It had only just awakened, yet it made even him—a level-twenty-six Soul Grandmaster—feel threatened.

"Everyone, get out! Now!" he suddenly roared.

The children and Old Jack were already trembling at the aura radiating from Jiang Chen. How could they possibly dare to stay? They bolted out as if fleeing for their lives.

Tang San, however, remained where he was, staring solemnly at the space behind Jiang Chen.

That was the aura. It was icy, as if it came from the deepest pits of hell, and it carried a fierce, overbearing poison that even a Tang Sect disciple like him found troublesome.

Now he finally understood: Jiang Chen's poison came from his Martial Soul.

He didn't want to leave. He wanted to see what Jiang Chen's Martial Soul was. Perhaps it would let him identify the domineering poison.

"Xiao San, get out here!" Old Jack called anxiously from outside.

Yet the black mist behind Jiang Chen changed again.

The black mist churned and roiled. Gradually, a humanoid creature emerged within it, appearing and disappearing from view.

All they could make out was that the creature wore strange, ancient clothes, while its face was hidden beneath thick black mist, impossible to see clearly.

Suddenly, as the mist churned, the darkness over the mysterious figure's face thinned. Two streaks of bloody red light shot from its eyes, and a pair of terrifying fangs emerged faintly into view.

In that instant, Tang San saw that the mysterious figure was a blue-faced, fanged Zombie!

The blue-faced, fanged Zombie threw back its head and let out a soundless scream. A surging pressure swept outward, making everyone's hearts pound wildly and filling them with dread.

Tang San didn't dare linger any longer. He dashed outside in a flash.

Only Su Yuntao remained, standing there dumbstruck. Even with the strength of a Soul Grandmaster, he felt immense pressure beneath this mysterious Martial Soul, a heavy weight pressing on his heart.

At that very moment, Tang Hao, seated at home, suddenly raised his head and looked toward the center of the village. His cloudy eyes blazed with a terrifying light.

"What powerful resentment, what an evil aura. What in the world is that?"

His voice still echoed inside the house, but Tang Hao had already vanished. In an instant, he appeared outside Spirit Hall, standing behind the others with his gaze fixed on Jiang Chen inside.

Chapter 6: Heaven and Earth Will Not Tolerate It?