Why Do People Always Fail to Read the Room?

Bibi Dong was the first to kick the door open.

The moment the Eight Spider Lances erupted from her back, she shot into the center of the wooden hut like a cannonball skimming the ground.

The purple-black spider legs glinted coldly beneath the dim yellow light. One of them pierced straight through the iron rod in the fleshy-faced Soul Master's hand, pinning both the rod and his right hand to the wall.

"You said just now that you slaughtered people's parents?"

Bibi Dong's voice was freezing. The fleshy-faced Soul Master stood there with his mouth open, still unable to process what had happened.

All he saw was a blur before a six-year-old girl appeared in front of him, eight ferocious spider legs trembling faintly behind her.

He instinctively tried to pull back his iron rod, only to find that his entire arm had been nailed to the wall. He could not move at all.

"W-Where did this little brat come from—"

Before he could finish, another of Bibi Dong's spider lances was already pressed against his throat.

"Try insulting me one more time."

At the same time, Qian Renxue charged in from the side.

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul Possession activated. She leaped into the air, and pure white wings of light unfurled behind her.

The Angel Holy Sword swept out. A blade of holy light sent another Soul Elder charging at her flying, smashing through two wooden tables.

The man rolled twice across the ground before stopping. His clothes were scorched black across the chest, and his face was filled with terror.

"Don't move!"

Qian Renxue landed lightly. Holy light enveloped her tiny figure, and the Angel Holy Sword lay held across her front.

"Spirit Hall Angel Legion! We are here under orders to eliminate Fallen Soul Masters. Drop your weapons and squat down with your hands on your heads!"

But not everyone obeyed.

The two Soul Elder guards in the corner exchanged a glance. Seeing a group of children, they grew bold.

They suddenly sprang into action at the same time. One hurled a flying dagger straight at Qian Renxue's face, while the other drew a short blade and pounced toward Bibi Dong's back.

The flying dagger had barely crossed half the distance when a golden blade of light cleaved it apart in midair.

Ye Guyi stepped through the doorway, the wings of her Sacred Angel shining with soft yet dazzling white light in the night.

With a wave of her left hand, golden blades of light burst through the room, splitting into countless fragments that shot precisely toward the guards who still intended to resist.

"If you won't listen, I'll beat you until you do."

Ye Guyi's voice was calm, but every streak of golden light that struck the guards blasted them back again and again.

One Soul Elder was hit head-on and sent flying into the wooden wall, shaking dust down everywhere.

Within a few breaths, the battle was completely under control.

There were quite a few guards in the wooden huts, but most of them were merely low-level Soul Elders.

Against three children whose levels surpassed theirs and whose Martial Souls were stronger, they had no ability to fight back.

Ye Guyi firmly guarded the exit, forcing every guard attempting to flee through the doors or windows back into place.

The long-faced Soul Master in the farthest corner quietly reached for the dagger at his waist. He had only drawn it halfway when a purple-black spider leg stabbed into the wall beside his face, less than three inches from his temple.

Bibi Dong tilted her head and glanced at him, murderous intent nearly spilling from her eyes. "Move again. Go ahead and try."

The long-faced Soul Master's hand froze in midair. His dagger fell to the floor with a crisp clang.

Bibi Dong withdrew her spider lance and turned to look over the women and children huddled in the corner.

The little girl with cat ears was curled against the wall, clutching her head as she trembled. Her tail was tightly tucked between her legs.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed her killing intent.

"Third Junior Sister, watch over them." She turned and called out to Ye Guyi.

Qian Renxue had already walked over to the hostages.

The light of the Six-Winged Angel gathered in her hand into a gentle glow that fell upon the bound captives.

The ropes loosened on their own, and the numb, empty looks in their eyes gradually began to focus beneath the holy light.

She crouched before the cat-eared girl and softened her voice as much as possible. "What's your name?"

The girl raised her head and gave her a timid glance. "...L-Little Seven."

"Little Seven, it's all right now."

Qian Renxue reached out to untie the rope around her wrists. When she touched the girl's trembling hand, the girl jerked back.

But Qian Renxue did not withdraw her hand. She simply remained crouched there quietly until that trembling little hand slowly reached back out.

That was when Luo Jiuyou walked in.

He swept a glance across the room.

His three senior sisters had merely subdued the people here. They had not dealt ruthlessly with them.

He slowly shook his head. How could this count as subduing them?

If they were not watched carefully, these people would just cause trouble again.

He raised a hand, and several streaks of blood-red light suddenly flashed.

Slash! Slash! Slash! The sounds of flesh being cut rang out in succession, and screams instantly erupted.

Every guard present had the tendons in both hands and feet severed at once. They collapsed helplessly to the ground.

"My hand! Ahhhh!"

"My leg! My Achilles tendon!"

The screams rose and fell. The rescued hostages recoiled in terror, their gazes toward Luo Jiuyou filled with fear.

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Ye Guyi also stared at their junior brother in disbelief.

They did not understand why he had struck so harshly.

Luo Jiuyou ignored the frightened stares and spoke in a low voice.

"Shut up. Otherwise, I'll cut out your tongues too."

Grim killing intent, carrying a tangible pressure, surged toward the traffickers. It was as though their throats had been gripped shut. One by one, they clenched their teeth and swallowed even their screams.

One long-faced Soul Elder could not endure such humiliation. His lips trembled as he forced out the words.

"E-Even if you're from Spirit Hall, you c-can't treat us like this!"

Luo Jiuyou vanished from before him in an instant. He lifted his leg and delivered a flying kick, sending the man hurtling away. He crashed viciously into a pillar, spat blood, and slumped to the floor.

Luo Jiuyou slowly walked toward him, scarlet bloodlight flickering in his eyes.

Behind him, an illusory crimson phantom, like a demon god, gradually condensed.

"You're already at the mercy of others. Why are you still looking at me with such venom?"

He looked down at the Soul Elder sprawled limply on the ground, his tone calm enough to chill the spine.

"Come on. Show me those eyes again. Let me see whether you're really that unyielding."

The Soul Elder trembled all over. The resentment in his eyes had long since been replaced by fear.

With the tendons in his hands and feet severed, he could only wriggle across the floor like a worm. "M-Mercy... sir, please spare me!"

"Be quiet."

Luo Jiuyou looked at him in disgust and kicked him away. "Make another sound, and I'll cut out your tongue too."

The Soul Elder immediately shut his mouth, leaving only the tremors running through his body. The other Soul Masters around him did not even dare breathe loudly.

The sight left the three girls deeply shaken.

Although they felt a trace of reluctance over Luo Jiuyou severing those men's tendons,

the sight of him radiating domineering bloodlust made their hearts pound.

Just then, the commotion outside finally drew even greater trouble.

An angry roar exploded from the distance.

"Which blind bastard dares interrupt my business here?!"

A nearby wooden hut exploded with a boom, and three figures shot out, landing in the middle of the clearing.

The leader was a burly man. The fluctuations of his Soul Power clearly marked him as a level fifty-three Soul King.

Two others followed behind him, level forty-three and level forty-five Soul Ancestors.

The Soul King narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across everyone present. A cruel grin spread across his face. "A bunch of little brats? Interesting."

Then his gaze suddenly stopped.

Two Soul Rings, one yellow and one purple, slowly pulsed around Bibi Dong.

Three Soul Rings, two yellow and one purple, floated around Qian Renxue.

Two Soul Rings, one yellow and one purple, circled Ye Guyi.

Two level twenty-six Soul Grandmasters.

One level thirty-four Soul Elder?

"Impossible!!"

The Soul King's smile froze completely, and his pupils contracted violently.

"Y-You... who exactly are you?!"