True Hell

In a corner of the hall, thirty-four Evil Soul Masters huddled together, trembling.

Three Soul Douluo, and thirty-one Soul Kings and Soul Emperors.

Beneath the crushing pressure of two Titled Douluo, these fiends who had hidden underground to refine blood and devour lives had fallen into complete despair.

Before the three Soul Douluo could fight back desperately, Riftwind Douluo's gale-like Soul Power erupted.

Two razor-sharp wind blades shot forth in an instant.

With two muffled impacts, two Soul Douluo had their meridians shattered and their martial souls destroyed, unable even to cry out.

The last Soul Douluo was terrified out of his wits and fled without regard for anything else.

Riftwind Douluo caught up with him in a flash, formed wind into claws, and viciously tore open his entire back.

Scarlet blood sprayed across the cold stone walls. The remaining Soul Kings and Soul Emperors were pinned firmly to the ground by the pressure of a Titled Douluo, their bodies stiff and trembling, unable even to summon their martial souls.

The fiends who had hidden within this underground purgatory to commit their crimes had all broken down, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Blood streamed from their foreheads as their wails echoed through the hollow underground chambers.

"Lord Riftwind, spare us! Forgive us, my lord! We'll confess everything!"

Riftwind Douluo looked down at them coldly.

A single abandoned outlying stronghold had claimed a hundred innocent lives.

Deep within the Evil Demon Forest, in the den of those beasts, just how many more underground hells like this were hidden?

Riftwind Douluo did not hurry to leave the underground cavern.

He ordered the accompanying Soul Kings to bind all thirty-four Evil Soul Masters and escort them outside.

Hansu Douluo led his men in setting up a sealing formation at the cave entrance,