Evil Soul Master: "Who the hell is the Evil Soul Master?!"

Yu Mu'en held back the two Titled Douluo while the battle below erupted fiercely.

Rumble!

More than a dozen dark purple spheres of light crashed to the ground and exploded violently. Amid the rising fireballs, a blue figure charged forward, slamming into the center of the Evil Soul Masters like a freight truck.

Lin En began to dance through the crowd. Every sweep of his claws sent blood spraying, and when he drove an elbow backward, the blade on his arm pierced through the chest of an Evil Soul Master trying to ambush him.

Pulling out the arm blade, he pressed a hand against the other man's shoulder, exerted force with his arm, and leaped up. He pounced on an Evil Soul Master at the Soul Elder level, sank his fangs into his neck, and viciously tore off a chunk of flesh.

He chewed the flesh hard and swallowed it in front of all the Evil Soul Masters. The sweet blood and meat nourished Lin En's internal organs.

The Devouring soul skill activated, devouring all the dead Evil Soul Masters. His nearly depleted Soul Power surged once more.

His Golden Eyes, like molten gold, made the surrounding Holy Spirit Disciples' legs tremble. They sensed that something was wrong.

The other side looked far more like Evil Soul Masters than they did. What kind of decent person devoured corpses and ate people alive?!

"Let me have some fun!"

"Word Spirit: Bronze Throne!"

Lin En grinned and chanted an ancient, majestic language. Blood dripped from his savage fangs beneath the sunlight. His Nervous System Martial Soul blocked out pain, while the surging dopamine left him ignorant of fear.

The Word Spirit unique to the Dragon Clan commanded heaven and earth. A layer of blue-gray covered his blue dragon scales, his muscles swelled, and power flowed between the scales.

This was not a Word Spirit of the Bronze and Fire King's lineage. But as a Next-Generation Species, as long as one understood that the Dragon Clan's spirit could influence the world's elements, one could use chants to wield Word Spirits from other branches.

Bronze Throne greatly enhanced Lin En's strength and defense, equivalent to receiving the full amplification of a support Soul Master.

These days, if you didn't even have self-buffing abilities, how could you have the nerve to call yourself a genius?

An Evil Soul Master Soul Ancestor whose Martial Soul was a Bloodthirsty Demon Bear swung a bear paw wider than a human body down at Lin En's head.

The tremendous force merely tilted Lin En's head. His Golden Eyes were cold and murderous, like an ancient beast thirsting for blood. His dark golden claws brutally pierced the giant bear's chest and tore out its heart.

His dragon claws crushed the opponent's skull, preventing any chance of revival.

"Word Spirit: Moment."

That obscure language echoed through the air once more. Lin En did not know how to write those words; they were recorded in his bloodline. There was no need to deliberately learn them. Being able to use them was enough.

The effect of Word Spirit Moment was acceleration. It had nine stages in total, with each stage multiplying speed by 2 to the power of N. The fastest was the ninth stage—512 times faster.

The world slowed before Lin En's eyes. He accelerated to 128 times his normal speed, and with the body strengthened by Bronze Throne, he himself became a true freight truck.

The heads of countless Evil Soul Masters exploded. They did not even know how they had died.

The Soul King-level Evil Soul Masters could barely catch Lin En's figure with their spiritual power, but they could not keep up with his speed. They could only watch helplessly as Lin En slaughtered Holy Spirit Disciples below the Soul King level.

Not a single corpse went to waste. Lin En devoured them all, using battle to sustain battle and minimizing his losses to the greatest extent.

"Who the fuck is the Evil Soul Master here?!"

Seeing this, a high-ranking Evil Soul Master being held back by three Soul Saints could not help but curse.

That Devouring soul skill and bloodthirsty appearance—he was practically an Evil Soul Master chosen by heaven. People would even believe he was the Holy Son.

An Evil Soul Master Soul Emperor endured a slash from the giant axe-wielding Soul Saint among the three Soul Saints, forcibly broke away from the fight, and charged at Lin En, who was reveling in slaughter, with a pitch-black saber in hand.

Little Sage issued a warning. Lin En completed a turn in a posture nearly impossible according to biology and physics, as though the laws of inertia and kinetic energy had been ground into the dirt.

If Newton and Darwin saw this, they would probably tear up their books.

Vector Manipulation made use of all momentum. The energy accumulated by his speed was released in an instant as his arm blade collided with the black saber, jolting the Evil Soul Master Soul Emperor until the web of his hand throbbed with pain and his blood churned.

"Is this for real?"

The Soul Emperor could hardly believe it. He had actually been forced back by a Soul Grandmaster. What kind of Soul Master joke was this?

That made him determined to kill Lin En. He absolutely could not allow this guy to keep growing.

His sixth Soul Ring flashed, and black flames ignited along the black saber. It was a soul skill combining darkness and fire attributes, possessing both corrosive power and extreme heat.

The saber aura tore through the ground. Lin En stomped hard and instantly raised his speed to the eighth stage. Using low-output Vector Manipulation, he dodged the strike. The saber aura scraped against the dragon scales on his arm, and the heat made the surrounding air seem thin.

Several Evil Soul Masters rushed in together. Lin En had been worrying about his dwindling Soul Power and lack of blood packs, but his first and second Soul Rings flashed again.

The flesh on his back writhed, and a pair of black wings burst from it. These wings came from the Three-Eyed Owl bloodline he had once been injected with. After being devoured by his first soul skill, it had been transformed into bloodline memory cells by his second soul skill.

The tips of the wings possessed the sheen of steel as they viciously stabbed into the bodies of the incoming Evil Soul Masters. The Devouring soul skill activated, and all that sweet flesh and Soul Power became nourishment for Lin En.

His nearly depleted Soul Power rose again. His golden claws shone with dazzling light as they parried the incoming black saber, sharp cracks ringing amid the clash of metal and stone.

Lin En stared at the Evil Soul Master Soul Emperor with Golden Eyes filled with savage bestiality. The Black Blade Soul Emperor's heart trembled, and his spiritual power wavered.

"All those below Soul King, get the hell out of here! Can't you see that this guy can sustain himself through battle?"

Suppressing the terrified urge to kneel, the Black Blade Soul Emperor shouted at the surrounding Holy Spirit Cult disciples. He was truly fed up with these brainless idiots. They knew the enemy had a Devouring soul skill, yet they still rushed up one after another to see what was going on.

How had this bunch of trash become Holy Spirit Cult disciples?

Holy Spirit Disciples and Holy Servants were not the same thing. The latter were merely expendable materials, while the former were the foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Every Holy Spirit Disciple was an outstanding talent selected from Holy Altars across different regions. They had undergone the Spirit Ascension Ritual, offering part of their souls to the Holy God, and their strength far surpassed that of ordinary Soul Masters.

A Soul Grandmaster! Judging by his level, he probably had not broken through long ago, yet he slaughtered Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors like chickens.

His madness and Devouring soul skill made him more evil than ordinary Evil Soul Masters. How had this Holy Altar failed to brainwash such excellent fresh blood?

"Attack together! Capture him first!"

The Black Blade Soul Emperor could not figure it out. Looking at the ten Soul King experts around him, he changed his mind. Capturing Lin En alive might be the better choice.

If Lin En was an important asset of the two elders and he killed him, his future would be miserable.

Ten Soul Kings and one Soul Emperor surrounded Lin En in a circle.

With this lineup, even a Soul Emperor would need to prepare for a revival match. Yet it was now being used against a Soul Grandmaster.

Lin En's Golden Eyes swept over the surroundings, revealing the Dragon Clan's savagery. His fangs gleamed coldly.

His second Soul Ring flashed, activating the Memory soul skill.

The wings behind him folded away, and the muscles in his legs began to change. They became tighter and lighter. His ligaments were replaced with those of a Soft Bone Rabbit, and the bones in his legs reassembled themselves to adapt to this entirely new muscular structure.

Moment, Ninth Stage!

Lin En's speed reached its limit. Before one Soul King even knew what had happened, his broad chest was brutally pierced by claws.

Scorching, viscous flames surged in an instant! This was King's Flame, Lin En's native Word Spirit. He did not even need to chant to use it.

The King's Flame that had once been difficult to control became as docile as a lamb in Lin En's hands. It wrapped him in a coat of fire as the intense heat boiled the blood of the Evil Soul Master before him.

He opened his mouth wide, his fangs about to pierce the vulnerable throat and turn the Soul King before him into food.

The Black Blade Soul Emperor knew he could not let Lin En devour any more flesh. Ignoring the surrounding heat, he slashed at Lin En's arm with a shrieking black saber, while another Soul King with a Beast Martial Soul violently rammed Lin En away.

That monstrous figure was swallowed by a cloud of dust. Lin En rose again, his dragon scales shattered but healing at high speed. The Memory soul skill continued to activate, recording those injuries.

"What the hell is his Martial Soul?"

The Black Blade Soul Emperor cursed. He had taken an attack like that head-on and still had not died. What kind of monster was he?!

None of the surrounding Soul Kings could answer that question. They were equally dumbfounded.

The Soul King whose neck Lin En had nearly bitten apart had been so frightened that he nearly wet himself.

"Damn it, he's practically an Evil Soul Master slaughtering machine."

"No matter how strong his abilities are, he's only a Soul Grandmaster. Without the chance to replenish himself with flesh, how long can he last?"

"Change formation. Stop treating him like a human. Use the formation for hunting Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts and wear him down bit by bit."

A Soul King's gaze turned grave. Including the Black Blade Soul Emperor, all the Evil Soul Masters changed formation. They began avoiding close-quarters combat with Lin En and instead wore him down from a distance.

Once anyone came under attack, at least three people could immediately provide support. They absolutely could not allow that monster to eat any more flesh.

Little Sage rapidly formulated a strategy in Lin En's mind. He prepared to use the last of his spiritual power to activate the Vector Manipulation Domain, forcibly kill a Soul King, and then sustain himself through battle.

His backup method was also ready. Part of the flesh and bone on his shoulder could be severed at any moment. This was the Dragon Clan's Cocooning method. He planned to attach that cocoon to an Evil Soul Master during the battle.

Even if he died here today, after lying dormant for a while, Grandpa Lin En would return at full health!

"Heh, you're all treating me like I'm already dead."

"I'm not dead yet."

On a hill beyond the battlefield, a large man staggered to his feet. It was Old Wolf. His face was still deathly gray, but the fire of life within him burned fiercely.