Dai Mubai had no choice. He had to seize every opportunity to grow stronger.
Having become a Fallen Soul Master, Dai Mubai cast aside the laughable bottom line he had once wanted to uphold. He had to seize every opportunity to grow stronger.
They were only ordinary villagers. Even if he did not kill them, other Fallen Soul Masters would.
Rather than letting them die miserably at their hands, I can at least give them a quick death.
Having come to terms with this, the guilt in Dai Mubai's heart lessened considerably.
"Oscar, you simply don't understand my circumstances. I have no choice."
"Heh. I don't need to understand the thoughts of a Fallen Soul Master."
Oscar triggered the Sleeve Arrow at his wrist, firing three hidden arrows toward the three of them.
These three Fallen Soul Masters were all six-ringed Soul Emperors. It was impossible for the Sleeve Arrows to hurt them.
Clang! Clang!
The Sleeve Arrows were easily blocked, but they also drew the other side's hostility.
Dai Mubai raised a hand to stop the other two and looked at Oscar with an unfriendly gaze.
"Oscar, are you really going to oppose me? You're only a food-system Soul Master. I can pretend I never saw what happened today. Leave immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."
"I won't spare a single Fallen Soul Master."
With those words, Oscar made his stance clear.
Dai Mubai's expression darkened. He decided to teach Oscar a lesson and make him understand his place. A food-system Soul Master dared to be so arrogant before Fallen Soul Masters—was he courting death?
"You two don't need to do anything. I can handle this myself."
Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings appeared beneath Dai Mubai. Entering Martial Soul Possession, his tiger-like body