Great, It's the Undead Saint Son! We're Saved!

Afterward, Huo Yuhao cast a disdainful glance at Gu Quan and Fang Yuan. As he refined the souls, he asked,

"Why are you two idiots the only ones here?"

"Where's Tang San?"

"I slaughtered my way through two of the three arenas and still didn't find Tang San. What dogshit luck."

He hadn't seen Tang San or Tang Wulin. Nor had he seen Jin Ruir, Xiao Hongchen and his sister, or more than a handful of people from Shrek Academy. Strange. Very strange.

"No idea, boss. Looks like nobody else got assigned to our arena."

"Most of the people here were from the Douluo III Era. Those idiots from Shrek Academy, and that Federation thing—right, I think there were Soul Masters from the Spirit Pagoda too, until you slapped them... Ahem."

Hearing that, Huo Yuhao hesitated briefly, then transferred two hundred thousand Points to Fang Yuan.

"Buy the Soul Rings you're missing and absorb them quickly. Gu Quan, while you're recovering, don't let anyone enter the Third Arena and ambush Fang Yuan while he absorbs them."

With that, Huo Yuhao hurried away.

In the Heavenly Screen space, Soul Rings could be bought with Points at a one-to-one rate. In other words, he only needed to kill ten thousand people. Huo Yuhao, who had nearly killed two hundred thousand across two arenas, didn't care in the slightest.

Besides, Fang Yuan's Martial Soul would be enormously useful. The stronger Fang Yuan became, the more easily Huo Yuhao could remain at peak strength.

"Enter other Comparison Arenas?"

Huge question marks sprang up in Gu Quan's and Fang Yuan's minds.

Until...

[You have successfully passed the Preliminary Selection. Do you wish to enter another arena for Point Plunder?]

The two were instantly overjoyed. With Huo Yuhao, that top-tier demon king and hired muscle, on their side, wouldn't they be free to cackle their way through the world comparison?

All they had to do was cackle; Huo Yuhao could handle the slaughter. A steady stream of Points meant a steady stream of cultivation resources.

Fang Yuan promptly exchanged his Points for two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. Even if one exploded, he'd still have another.

First Comparison Arena

Compared with the Second Arena Huo Yuhao had started in and the Third Arena he had entered later, the First Arena was practically full of Evil Soul Masters.

Well, not entirely. A few other Soul Masters were mixed in among them.

The arena had already split into three factions, locked in a three-way standoff.

After clearing the Central Region, Qian Renxue remained at the Angel Legion Protection Center.

Among the Evil Soul Masters occupying Over Two-Thirds of the Territory were Jin Ruir, Xiao Hongchen, Meng Hongchen, and others from different eras.

The last faction consisted of Tang San, Tang Wulin, Shrek Academy, the Several Great Empires, and others whose room to survive had been squeezed almost to nothing.

"The Evil Soul Masters have oppressed us to this point. They've earned their deaths!"

"There are so many Evil Soul Masters in this Comparison Arena. We must unite if we're to reach the top hundred."

"First, we deal with the Evil Soul Masters. Then we can compete fairly."

Tang San, at their head, spoke.

"Senior Tang San, you're right."

Tang Wulin frowned as he spoke. After the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Masters had messed with his head time and again, he no longer had the slightest goodwill toward them.

Tang San nodded and charged straight into the crowd of Evil Soul Masters.

The Shrek Seven Monsters used Hidden Weapons one after another to clear them out.

"Blue Silver Entanglement! Titan's Hammer!"

Amid the Evil Soul Masters, a girl in a black robe was swept along by the crowd, her eyes cold and her expression vacant.

The girl looked up blankly at the figure appearing in the sky. Her icy eyes softened, and dazzling hope lit her vacant face.

"Tang Ya, Tang Sect Master, greets the First Generation Tang Sect Master!"

A yellow and a red Soul Ring blazed around Tang San. In the next instant, a swing of his hammer crushed a swath of Evil Soul Masters to death. He turned back in surprise.

The mass of memories sealed within his Soul Fragment supplied the answer.

"You're a disciple of my Tang Sect!"

Joy flashed across Tang San's face. Meeting a descendant of the Tang Sect he would one day establish, here in another world far from home, filled him with a powerful sense of belonging. But he had no time to question her properly.

The moment Tang San sensed Tang Ya's aura, his expression changed.

"Get back!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San turned and brought his hammer down heavily on a group of Evil Soul Masters.

"Evil Soul Masters, die!"

Not far away, Tang Wulin's eyes gleamed gold when he heard Tang San.

Senior Tang San's moral compass really points true.

But before long, Tang Wulin was dumbfounded.

Tang Ya hadn't obeyed Tang San. She released her Martial Soul, and Dark Blue Silver Grass appeared as she joined the fight against the Evil Soul Masters.

Then, not far away, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass seemed to sense something.

Wait... That aura. Why is my Martial Soul excited? It's almost as if... it wants to eat her!

"Blue Silver Grass Entanglement!"

Tang Ya, who had joined Tang San's side, had never imagined the First Generation Tang Sect Master would restrain her.

"Sect Master, it's me! I'm Tang Ya, the Tang Sect Master ten thousand years from—"

Tang San's expression shifted.

"Silence! How dare an evil Soul Master impersonate my Tang Sect's master and drag its name through the mud!"

A powerful surge of Origin Power erupted from within Tang San. His Blue Silver Grass ravenously devoured Tang Ya's Dark Blue Silver Grass, and the strength drained from her bit by bit.

[You defeated Tang Ya... Copy one item... ability from her!]

[Congratulations! You copied the Devouring Attribute!]

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul erupted in an instant, coiling around corpses strewn across the ground. Then it began frantically devouring their life force.

"Is... is this what it feels like for Huo Yuhao?"

Boom!!!

[Peak Level 48!]

In just a few moments, Tang San's Soul Power broke through several levels in succession, soaring upward.

"Wait, Senior Tang San, is this right?"

"Why does the way you cultivate seem... seem a little familiar?"

"Senior Tang San is an Evil Soul Master???"

Tang Wulin's face was full of question marks.

"Young Mistress, should we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, then pluck the fruits of victory at the end?"

Qian Renxue looked toward Tang San and clenched her fists.

"I do want to kill him early and change how the future ends."

"But... if we leave these evil Soul Masters alone, people in all three worlds will suffer."

"Purge all the fallen, all evil, and every Evil Soul Master!!!"

In the end, Qian Renxue set aside her prejudice and joined the fight to clear out the Evil Soul Masters.

The Evil Soul Masters' once-promising position changed in an instant.

Xiao Hongchen and the others, who had been keeping Tang San's righteous Soul Masters on the back foot, were suddenly gravely wounded.

Just as Jin Ruir was about to act, an aura of utter evil descended, accompanied by peals of wild laughter.

"Heh... hahahaha! I finally found you, Tang San!"

"Die!!!"

Along with that unmistakable laughter came a gigantic Gray Palm descending from the sky.

Tang San's expression changed drastically in that instant.

Blazing hope erupted in every Evil Soul Master's heart.

"That laugh!"

"That aura!!"

"No mistake! Thank goodness, it's the Undead Saint Son! We're saved!!!"

"No, wait, this is bad... He's coming for us too!"

"We're on the same side, Undead Saint Son! The same side!!"

They had barely had time to celebrate when a powerful Divine Sense swept over them, instantly invading every Spiritual Sea. Their bodies locked in place; they could not move an inch. In the next instant, a massive hand formed from Soul Force pressed down from the sky.

"Not one of you... is getting away!!!"