He Is Tang San! Kill Him!

Yin Hongye had already tied the eight Evil Soul Masters in a row against the wall.

The filthy curses in their mouths had been sealed by his killing intent, leaving only muffled groans forced from their throats, like livestock awaiting slaughter.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly at the sight.

Yin Hongye glanced at her, puzzled. "Don't tell me you also want to say Evil Soul Masters have human rights."

"No. Those looks could scare children. Can't you cover them up?" Qian Renxue did not care in the slightest whether Evil Soul Masters lived or died.

She simply felt that ordinary children could not handle the looks in an Evil Soul Master's eyes.

Yuanen Yehui stood a few steps away. Having awakened her Martial Soul, she was a little braver than Na'er.

But only "a little."

The fact that she could remain standing without her knees trembling had already taken every ounce of her courage. Yet the fingers clutching her knife would not stop shaking.

"Do I really have to cut them?"

The aura emanating from those Evil Soul Masters was cold, decayed, and reeked of blood, carrying a terror that chilled the bones.

Na'er was still timid, looking nothing like the Silver Dragon King.

Yuanen Yehui clenched her teeth and took a step forward.

The tip of her blade pointed at the nearest Evil Soul Master, but she could not bring herself to strike. Suddenly, the Evil Soul Master glared at her, a low threat rumbling from his throat.

Yuanen Yehui shuddered, nearly dropping the knife.

Just as she was about to retreat, a hand reached out from behind and gently patted her back.

At some point, Yin Hongye had walked behind her and was simply watching her.

Yuanen Yehui looked back at him, then turned around again. She took a deep breath. This time, she did not hesitate. She wanted to become stronger, and this was only the first step.

She gripped the hilt with both hands, shut her eyes, and thrust forward with all her strength.

The blade pierced flesh with a dull sound.

The Evil Soul Master's threat became a muffled scream, then was sealed in his throat by the killing intent, leaving only a few broken whimpers.

Blood splashed across the back of her hand, its warmth making her stomach churn.

The knife was still lodged in the man's body. She released it and staggered back two steps, lowering her head to stare at her bloodied palm as her entire body shook uncontrollably.

Yin Hongye smiled. "See? You did it. Well done."

Na'er shakily picked up a knife as well. Her personality could not be changed so quickly, but by some bizarre twist of fate, the blade went straight into the Evil Soul Master's crotch.

The strike knocked the Evil Soul Master unconscious on the spot.

The other Evil Soul Masters felt that this girl was extraordinarily evil, a little devil born evil.

The Silver Dragon King from twenty thousand years ago silently watched the Heavenly Screen, utterly unwilling to admit that was herself. As for the other male soul beasts, they all silently moved a little farther away from the Lake of Life.

Within the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye did not speak immediately. Instead, he bent down, pulled out the knife, and wiped its blade on the Evil Soul Master's clothes. "Remember, killing requires speed, precision, and ruthlessness. That was only ruthless. At most, it would make him socially dead."

"That stab was decent. You had the courage, but you picked the wrong spot. He won't die right away."

He pointed at the Evil Soul Master's abdomen. "Stab the stomach, and a person won't die immediately. If he's lucky, he can howl for half a day. Of course, he can also be saved quickly."

His finger moved upward, touching a spot an inch beneath the Evil Soul Master's Adam's apple.

"The easiest spot is here—the carotid artery. One stab, and he's gone within a few breaths."

His finger moved again. "Second choice, the throat. Stab in, angle upward, and sever the brainstem directly. That's even faster."

He paused, then moved his finger lower, tapping a spot beneath the ribs and slightly to the left. "The heart. Most people can be killed with one strike. But it requires accuracy. There are gaps between the ribs. You need to find them before stabbing. Without enough strength, the blade can easily get stuck."

After saying that, he handed the knife back to Yuanen Yehui, hilt facing her. The blood on the blade had already been wiped clean.

"Pick a spot and try again."

Seeing this, the Evil Soul Masters felt as though they had seen a demon. Qian Renxue did not know how to describe Yin Hongye's method of education.

He was truly teaching villains how to be villains.

Outside the Heavenly Screen, every major faction fell silent.

Qian Daoliu watched the young man patiently explain the vital points of the human body, and a thin layer of cold sweat seeped down his back.

Thinking of Yin Hongye's earlier claim that he had killed people at the age of six, he had initially assumed it was an exaggeration. Now, it seemed to be true.

Even if he had awakened his Martial Soul at six, possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and cultivated from then on, he could have trained for no more than a year.

A newly initiated Soul Master who could barely use soul skills—how could he dare to stab someone with a knife?

What kind of despairing experience had that been?

The several worshippers beside him exchanged looks, seeing the same thing in each other's eyes: fear.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong in the Papal Hall said nothing. She merely narrowed her eyes slightly and lightly tapped the armrest with her fingertips.

She did not care how many people Yin Hongye had killed. Instead, she was wondering what exactly had happened to him.

Because she herself had gone from a naive, sweet girl to what she was now.

Tang San glanced at Yin Hongye's remarks about "killing at six," and a faint trace of disdain curled at his lips.

Killing people was all it was. What was there to make such a fuss about? If Tang San wanted to kill, why would he need to wait until he was six? With Tang Sect Hidden Weapons in hand, had few people died at his hands in his previous life?

These people truly had never seen the world.

He tucked the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud into his robes, turned, and called for everyone to set off.

Vast Sea City was the only port city along the western coast of the Heaven Dou Empire. The salty, damp sea breeze carried the stench of fish as it rushed toward them. The sails at the docks stretched layer upon layer, as far as the eye could see. This was Tang San's starting point for Sea God Island.

He had four people with him. He had not invited Ning Rongrong or Oscar; Ning Fengzhi now seemed to regard him with absolutely no respect.

He truly had a death wish.

Of course, Ning Fengzhi was only showing Tang San this much restraint for the sake of the Clear Sky Sect and the Clear Sky Douluo behind him.

Ma Hongjun walked along the edge, half a grilled fish snatched from a roadside stall still hanging from his mouth. Bai Chenxiang followed behind him, her long hair blown into a complete mess by the sea breeze.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing walked side by side at the back. The two had snuck out. The Star Luo Emperor had no idea that his crown prince had already left the imperial city, traveled to the westernmost port of the Heaven Dou Empire, and was preparing to sail out to sea.

Dai Mubai wore ordinary clothes, but his evil eyes and heterochromatic pupils remained striking among the crowd.

Zhu Zhuqing was as cold and aloof as ever, trailing half a step behind him. Her gaze swept alertly over their surroundings, as though everyone bore them hostility.

But in truth, they did. These people hated inland Soul Masters most of all.

They did not know who Tang San was, so they simply rejected them all.

"Third Brother, when are we setting sail?" Ma Hongjun swallowed the last bite of grilled fish and wiped his mouth.

"As soon as possible." Tang San looked toward the distant sea. "As long as I reach Sea God Island, I can inherit the Sea God's position. The future has already said it—I am the Sea God. That is destiny."

Before he could finish speaking, the street suddenly fell silent for a moment.

An old man carrying fish baskets stopped in his tracks. The pole slipped from his shoulder, and two baskets of fish spilled across the ground. He raised a trembling finger and pointed straight at Tang San, a hoarse roar erupting from his throat.

"He is Tang San! Kill him! For the future of us Sea Soul Masters! Why should the future Sea God be a land Soul Master?!"

In an instant, the entire street became like a powder keg set ablaze.

Martial Souls possessed bodies one after another. Fishmongers grabbed scaling knives, dockworkers swung carrying poles, and teahouse attendants rushed out holding scalding teapots.

"Third Brother, run! These people are insane!" Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Flame exploded outward, forcing back the few people charging at the front.

Dai Mubai's evil eyes flew open in fury as he entered Martial Soul Possession, only to find himself unable to move an inch within the dense tide of people.

Within only a few breaths, Vast Sea City's main street had become a deadly formation besieged from every side.

Yin Hongye clearly knew nothing about this. Tang San had perfectly missed what Yin Hongye was about to explain next.

Soul Core.