If the Strong...

Qian Mo slowly shook his head and said seriously.

"I investigated Earl Jack. He has blood ties to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

So if we really hand him over to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, even the harshest outcome would probably be nothing more than stripping him of his title.

But would that really be a good outcome?

He is the chief culprit."

As he spoke, Qian Mo's expression gradually darkened, and Sunday's voice seemed to echo beside his ears.

[If the power and wealth of the strong can conceal their crimes, who can judge them?]

Although Qian Mo acknowledged that the strong could do as they pleased.

Qian Mo was also hypocritical.

Anyone who dared provoke him or interfere with his great plans had to be severely punished!

Besides, he now had the Angel Clan behind him and the Holy Grail in his hands. If he still had to swallow his anger under such circumstances, Qian Mo felt he might as well find a knife and slit his throat. Otherwise, he would be bringing too much shame upon transmigrators!

Hearing Qian Mo's words, Ye Lulu frowned even more deeply.

"If what you said is true, Little Qian Mo, then it will be even harder for us to make a move against Earl Jack. It involves imperial blood; the implications are far too great."

Qian Mo was not surprised by this answer.

But soon, a calm smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

As a pragmatist, how could Qian Mo possibly speak without reason? Naturally, he already had a plan before saying something so overstepping.

"Sister Lulu, of course I understand what you mean. But before that, there is something I would like you to see."

As he spoke, Qian Mo turned and led Ye Lulu's group to the warehouse where he had placed Er Gou and the others.

After a whole night of high-intensity Attunement, how could Er Gou, whose spiritual power was merely that of an ordinary Grand Soul Master or Soul Master, possibly endure it?

Thus, Er Gou and the others all wore vacant, idiotic expressions. Some even drooled from the corners of their mouths, looking utterly demented.

If Qian Mo had not said they were the traffickers who had made him notice something suspicious, Ye Lulu would have thought she had walked into some gathering place for the mentally disabled.

At this, a trace of embarrassment flashed through Qian Mo's eyes. Although he had used Attunement to blur these people's memories, their appearance was ultimately far too suspicious.

But Qian Mo had no choice. The people above had arrived too quickly, leaving him no time to clean things up. Now he could only press forward.

Qian Mo pointed at them and said.

"Sister Lulu, please sense whether they are Fallen."

But Ye Lulu did not move. Instead, she tilted her head in confusion and asked.

"Little Qian Mo, did you bring us all this way just to look at this bunch of fools?

And aren't you underestimating the Angel Martial Soul passed down through generations of our Angel Clan?

If they really were Fallen, my Martial Soul would have issued a warning on its own from this distance. But it has no reaction at all right now. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Facing her questioning, Qian Mo remained composed and said with certainty.

"Sister Lulu, trust me. Just try it once.

Only after you thoroughly confirm that they are not Fallen will what I say next have any value."

Seeing Qian Mo insist, Ye Lulu sighed helplessly and ultimately did as he asked.

What could she do? He was her little brother, so she could only indulge him~

In an instant, light bearing a sacred radiance lit up the warehouse.

If ordinary people were illuminated by this soul power, it could not heal their injuries, but it was enough to make them feel cheerful.

Conversely, if Fallen carrying evil auras were exposed to it, they would suffer instantly like butter dropped into a hot pan.

Yet Er Gou and the others showed no reaction at all, still looking demented.

Seeing this, Ye Lulu shrugged and withdrew her soul power.

"See, Little Qian Mo? I told you they couldn't possibly be Fallen."

"I know. After all, I interrogated them for an entire night, and though my Martial Soul has mutated, its foundation is still angelic."

Qian Mo likewise agreed with Ye Lulu's judgment, which left her completely baffled.

No, then why did you ask me to check whether they were Fallen? Are you playing with me?

For a moment, Ye Lulu's gaze gradually turned unfriendly. Her sweet little brother actually dared to toy with her like this.

She already knew exactly how to rub him properly!

Just then, soul power surged around Qian Mo, and he took out a crystal ball used to test cultivation.

The crystal ball lit up. Ye Lulu and the others were all veteran Soul Masters, and they instantly determined Qian Mo's cultivation.

Level twenty-nine.

Ye Lulu and the others did not react much to this level. Although reaching such cultivation at fifteen already made him a genius among ordinary people.

But aside from Ye Lulu, which one of them had not fought through countless competitors to earn their place in this profession? Talent was merely the entry requirement for their line of work and could not stir even the slightest ripple in their hearts.

However, as people who fought cunning Evil Spirit Masters on the front lines, none of Ye Lulu's group were fools.

The same question arose in all their minds.

Why was he suddenly testing his own soul power? He could have simply told them; they would not have doubted him.

Qian Mo smiled faintly. "Sister Lulu, remember this: my current cultivation is exactly level twenty-nine."

As he spoke, Qian Mo drew the slender sword at his waist, carried the crystal ball, and walked toward Er Gou and the others.

Qian Mo immediately locked onto Er Gou.

Among this group, aside from their leader from yesterday, he had committed the most crimes and was the one who best suited Qian Mo's needs.

Without much hesitation, Qian Mo drove his sword through Er Gou's heart, ending him cleanly and decisively.

A faint trace of regret appeared in Qian Mo's eyes. Letting a human trafficker die so easily was truly letting him off too lightly.

Ye Lulu and the others did not feel much upon witnessing this.

It was only killing, after all. They had seen far too much of it. Ye Lulu was even somewhat pleased, feeling that her little brother had finally grown up.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The crystal ball's glow became brighter!

Qian Mo's cultivation had increased by roughly 0.1.

Ye Lulu's expression changed drastically at the sight.

She was far too familiar with this scene. Was this not the natural phenomenon where their Angel Martial Souls fed back increased strength after killing Fallen?

But she had clearly checked carefully just now. These people were not Fallen!

"This!"

For a moment, Ye Lulu was so shocked that she could barely speak.

And this was precisely the effect Qian Mo wanted.

Before Ye Lulu could question him, Qian Mo took the initiative to explain.

"Just as you detected earlier, Sister Lulu, the person I killed was not Fallen. But you must be very curious why my cultivation increased because of it, right?

The reason is simple.

Because there is a problem with the way you think."

Ye Lulu asked curiously, "There is a problem with the way we think? What do you mean?"

As he put away the crystal ball and slowly wiped the bloodstains from his slender sword with a handkerchief, a trace of solemnity appeared in Qian Mo's eyes.

"We angels are the embodiment of justice. How can the things we punish be limited to the evil of mere attributes?

Everything that harms the human world should be our enemy.

Therefore, I believe that killing is for the protection of life, and cutting down evil is not the same as cutting down people.

As long as something is defined as evil in our hearts, killing it will naturally bring the same feedback as killing Fallen!"