Xiao Wu, the Soul Beast Traitor

Ice Empress was startled.

She knew Snow Empress's temperament well. She was extremely gentle, nothing like a Soul Beast at all—more like a noble human princess.

She had spent hundreds of thousands of years with Snow Empress and had rarely seen her this angry.

Combined with the contents of the diary, Ice Empress understood why Snow Empress was so furious.

A bone-piercing chill also surfaced in her emerald-green eyes, while the savage aura of the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion faintly stirred around her.

She had never been particularly mild-tempered. If Snow Empress had not kept her in check, with her nature, she would have long since fallen out completely with human Soul Masters.

Back then, Da Ming and Er Ming had been so mighty in the Star Dou Forest, so protective of their own. Yet ten thousand years later, they had become so timid and had betrayed their own kind. It truly disgusted her.

And Xiao Wu made them despise her even more deeply.

As Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts who had taken human form, they understood better than anyone the risks and hardships of transformation, as well as the bonds between their kind.

Yet for the sake of one man, Xiao Wu could abandon the clan that had raised her and even let go of her mother's blood debt. How was that any different from being a traitor to the Soul Beast Clan?

[The biggest traitor among Soul Beasts is definitely Xiao Wu, no question about it. Since Soul Beasts have traitors, humans naturally have plenty too.

If we're talking about Douluo II alone, then the biggest traitor among humans gets my vote for Tang Ya.

Seriously, I still can't understand how someone like Tang Ya could be redeemed in the end. How could she even get a good ending?

I'm honestly speechless. In my eyes, that woman deserved to die. She didn't deserve anyone's forgiveness.]

Wang Dong'er sucked in a sharp breath.

The greatest traitor among humans, Tang Ya?

Deserved to die?

Wang Dong'er's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

Tang Ya? The Tang Sect Master—the one who would become the Holy Spirit Cult's Saintess in the future, according to the diary?

Tang Ya had appeared quite a few times in the diary, and Wang Dong'er had formed a rough impression of her. In her imagination, Tang Ya's moods might have been somewhat unpredictable, but she could never connect her with such damning words as "the greatest traitor among humans" and "deserved to die."

Lin Ye had complained about quite a few people and exposed many futures in the previous diary entries, but Wang Dong'er had never seen him use such a harsh tone or such vicious judgment toward anyone.

At that moment, Tang Ya was eating with Bei Bei and Huo Yuhao, chatting about something.

The next second, the diary in her mind refreshed. Lines of black text struck down like successive thunderbolts, smashing brutally into the top of her head.

"The greatest traitor among humans gets my vote for Tang Ya."

"That woman deserved to die. She didn't deserve anyone's forgiveness."

With a clatter.

The chopsticks in Tang Ya's hand fell straight onto the table, making a crisp, piercing sound.

The smile on her face instantly froze. It was as though all warmth had been pulled from her body in an instant, and her blood froze at that very moment.

A traitor?

Her?

Tang Ya's mind buzzed, instantly turning blank. Only those words continued to echo madly in her head.

She had caught scattered glimpses of her own future through the diary that had appeared in her mind out of nowhere. She knew that she would later embark on the path of an Evil Soul Master.

But she had always told herself that she must have been forced into it, that there must have been some hidden reason.

She was the Tang Sect Master, the one meant to restore the Tang Sect. How could she willingly become an Evil Soul Master reviled by everyone?

But now, Lin Ye was saying that she was humanity's greatest traitor?

And that she deserved to die?

Why?

What unforgivable thing would she do in the future to earn such a judgment?

Tang Ya's lips began trembling uncontrollably. Her originally rosy complexion instantly turned pale as paper, and even her breathing became rapid and ragged.

A thick mist of tears instantly clouded her bright eyes. She sat there as though every bit of strength had been drained from her.

"Xiao Ya?"

Bei Bei immediately noticed that something was wrong. He hurriedly set down his bowl and chopsticks, reaching out to support her icy-cold arm.

His brows furrowed tightly, his tone full of concern. "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"

But Tang Ya seemed not to hear him at all. She was completely immersed in those damning words in her mind, trembling uncontrollably as endless fear and confusion churned within her.

She could not understand it. She truly could not.

Just then, the diary in her mind refreshed once more.

[I've seen many people try to defend Tang Ya, saying she was forced, saying she did it to revive the Tang Sect, saying she was bewitched by the Holy Spirit Cult and had no control over herself.

But give me a break. The original work made it perfectly clear: she chose the path of an Evil Soul Master herself.

When she went alone to the Ironblood Sect to seek revenge, she voluntarily used her Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to kill Ironblood Sect disciples and devour their life force.

At that time, no one from the Holy Spirit Cult controlled her, nor had anyone led her astray. She did it entirely out of her desire for revenge, personally committing the deed so she could grow stronger faster.

It wasn't as though she didn't know what it meant to devour another person's life force. She knew perfectly well that it was an evil act that violated the moral code of the entire Soul Master world, something only a true Evil Soul Master would do. Yet she did it anyway.

So what if the Ironblood Sect was her enemy, the chief culprit behind the Tang Sect's destruction?

Every grievance has its source, every debt its debtor. No one would say you were wrong for taking revenge on the Ironblood Sect. But for revenge, for power, you devoured others' life force and cultivated through such a wicked method. That alone had already crossed the line.

From the moment she willingly devoured the life force of her first victim, she had already become an Evil Soul Master through and through. Her later decision to join the Holy Spirit Cult and commit all those atrocities was merely the result of following the path she herself had chosen, step by step.]

Those passages were like icy blades, stabbing one after another into Tang Ya's most vulnerable place with ruthless precision.

She was completely dumbfounded.

She sat there with her eyes wide open as tears surged out without warning, streaming wildly down her pale cheeks.

What had she just heard?

In the future, she would actually storm the Ironblood Sect alone, personally kill its disciples, and devour their life force?

The Ironblood Sect.

Those three words were hatred carved into her very bones and blood.

It was that sect that had destroyed the Tang Sect's thousand-year legacy. It was that sect's people who had killed her parents, turning her from a carefree little girl into the Tang Sect Master burdened with the heavy responsibility of reviving her sect.

Ever since she was young, she had dreamed of bathing the Ironblood Sect in blood, avenging her parents and clearing the Tang Sect's name.

But no matter how much she hated them, no matter how desperately she wanted revenge, she had never imagined that she would grow stronger by devouring others' life force, that she would become the kind of Evil Soul Master everyone had the right to condemn!