Humbly Speaking, Killing You Is Like Butchering Dogs

On a moonless night made for murder, with a gale fit for arson.

A bright moon shyly hid behind thin, gauzy clouds, and the entire Soul Hunting Forest abruptly sank into silent darkness.

Late at night was when Soul Beasts often appeared, and under cover of darkness, it was the best stage for hunting.

The cool night breeze swept past, stirring the branches. Amid the irritating chirping of insects, an occasional brief roar could be heard, followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground. The sound was quickly swallowed by the surrounding silence, leaving only fleeting glimpses of agile shadows darting through the depths of the forest.

The map vendor from the daytime market held up a torch, barely able to make out the scenery fifty meters ahead by its flickering light.

Closer.

Closer still.

Pushing aside the layers of branches and leaves blocking his view and stepping over the Thorns by the roadside, the vendor spotted a pitched tent.

The vendor turned around. Behind him stood a row of seven black-robed figures, known in the marketplace as the Hyena Seven.

They specialized in petty theft and shady dealings, usually ambushing weak people entering the Soul Hunting Forest or attacking those shopping at the market to seize their valuables.

The vendor raised his arm. His Martial Soul, Twin Sunflowers, emitted a gentle glow and faintly resonated with the mark he had imprinted on Yang Ming's wrist earlier, proving that Yang Ming was inside the nearby tent.

"By our agreement, once the job is done, you'll give me twenty percent of the profits."

"As long as that brat you mentioned really has a high-grade Soul Tool, you'll get your share."

With that, the Hyena Seven emerged from the woods.

Soul Power surged from the seven Soul Grandmasters, making it