Slaughter

Ping Weihaxiong's Martial Soul was the Evil Spirit, an exceptionally rare, innately evil Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent. When a Soul Master awakened such a Martial Soul, the Soul Master conducting the awakening would generally kill them on the spot.

Ping Weihaxiong was born in Footbath Chicken Village. Its people were descendants of pirates driven out by Sea God Island, cruel, selfish, and devoid of humanity by nature. When he awakened his Martial Soul, the Soul Master conducting the ceremony tried to kill him, only to be killed in turn by a lame Soul Master from the village.

The villagers saw nothing wrong with the Evil Spirit. After all, it came with an innate Soul Skill—Defy One's Will, which could change a person's mind in an instant.

The people of Footbath Chicken Village thought Ping Weihaxiong's Martial Soul was quite something. They would no longer have to live with their tongues on a knife's edge. With his innate Soul Skill, they could rob people of their money with ease and strip girls of their clothes just as easily.

The villagers had their hopes, but it would be a long time before Ping Weihaxiong was grown and ready to go out with them. His household had four people: his parents, his older sister, and himself.

Footbath Chicken Village was founded by the descendants of pirates whom Sea God Island had driven from the sea onto a small island. To grow their population, they abandoned all ethics, disregarded blood ties, and cast morality aside. Everything was for making children and keeping their people alive.

Ping Weihaxiong's upbringing had been filthy from the start. Once he was old enough to have sex, he discovered that Absorb Yin and Nourish Yang could increase his cultivation, and he never turned back from that crooked path to power. He later became the village chief. To grow its population, he brought desperate people there to live. As the village grew, it was renamed Yamato Village.

After Ping Weihaxiong left Yamato Village, he did not realize that people on the Douluo Continent did not treat sex as casually as those in his village. He carried on as he always had and became a rapist wanted dead across the continent. He saw nothing wrong with what he had done. He went ever further down that path, and the more fiercely he was hunted, the more excited he became.

Spirit Hall's policy toward Evil Soul Masters like him had always been to eliminate them by force. It hunted him for thirty full years, but Ping Weihaxiong appeared and vanished like a ghost. Every time they nearly caught him, he escaped without a trace. Eventually, Ling Yuan Douluo found a perfume whose scent lasted a long time. During another pursuit, she splashed it on him, finally allowing them to track him without losing the trail. That was why Ping Weihaxiong came to hate her and retaliated against the families of Spirit Hall members.

"Boy, it won't matter how much killing intent you put into that glare." Ping Weihaxiong sensed Huang Tieyi's gaze and spoke with open contempt. "You're too weak, and you can't outrun me. Make one move, and I guarantee you'll die at once."

"I wasn't planning to run..." Huang Tieyi said evenly. "I have a better way than that. Great Art of Energy Absorption—absorb!"

Ping Weihaxiong had no idea what Huang Tieyi meant, but fear rose in his heart. He tried to circulate his Soul Power and kill the boy with a palm strike. Only then did he discover that the Soul Power inside him was flowing toward his right hand beyond his control.

"You..." The sudden change made Ping Weihaxiong's voice shake with fear. He had barely spoken when Huang Tieyi raised a hand and clamped down hard on the hand pressed against his head. "Trying to run? Even if my body bursts apart today, I'm taking you with me..." Huang Tieyi's voice rang with resolve.

Ling Yuan Douluo saw what was happening and moved to kill Ping Weihaxiong, but Lei Zhenyun stopped her. "Elder Ling Yuan, don't interfere. Look at A Yi's face..."

Ling Yuan Douluo looked at Huang Tieyi's frenzied, cruel expression and chose to stand aside and watch.

Huang Tieyi's seven Soul Rings appeared, and his Golden Sacred Body Martial Soul stood like a pillar holding up the sky. As he drew Ping Weihaxiong's Soul Power into himself, the seven Soul Rings absorbed it all at once, while his Golden Sacred Body cleansed it of impurities.

"Don't think you can use your Evil Spirit to change my will. All the evil in your Martial Soul is useless against mine," Huang Tieyi said coldly. "Of course, you could try using your Soul Skills."

Humiliated fury filled Ping Weihaxiong's face. Huang Tieyi regarded him curiously. "Do you not have any, or were you born unable to use them?" The Evil Spirit Martial Soul could be equipped with Soul Skills, but Ping Weihaxiong had later found himself willing yet unable to perform in bed. He had therefore chosen Soul Rings to strengthen his virility, and none of the Soul Skills he gained could be used in a fight.

"Big Ball Rasengan." The fifth Soul Ring beneath Huang Tieyi's feet lit up black. In his other hand, water spun at tremendous speed inside a sphere the size of a basketball.

Huang Tieyi slammed the Big Ball Rasengan into Ping Weihaxiong's body. He did not mean to punch it through the rapist. He meant to use its violent twisting force to tear at his skin.

The tearing pain in Ping Weihaxiong's belly drew a wretched scream from him. Huang Tieyi was still draining his Soul Power at a furious pace, leaving him utterly unable to resist.

Bibi Dong watched in silence. Huang Tieyi seemed so unfamiliar to her now, as though she were seeing him for the first time.

Watching Huang Tieyi, Lei Zhenyun called out a warning. "A Yi, your grandfather is still absorbing his Soul Bone. Don't disturb him. Take him somewhere else."

"Got it." Huang Tieyi broke both of Ping Weihaxiong's legs, seized him by one arm, and dragged him into the woods like a dead dog.

Ling Yuan Douluo badly wanted to follow. She, too, wanted to torment Ping Weihaxiong and avenge her mother and sister with her own hands.

But when she heard the sounds coming from deep in the woods, she gave up on taking revenge herself.

Huang Tieyi took the Maul from his Space Ring. It weighed eight hundred and sixty jin, yet he slung it over his shoulder as if it were nothing. When Ping Weihaxiong saw that Huang Tieyi intended to pass judgment on him with it, despair filled his heart. Huang Tieyi's strange art had already drained every last bit of Soul Power from him. All he had left was the toughness of his bones.

Huang Tieyi casually let the Maul fall onto Ping Weihaxiong's foot. The bones in his left foot shattered into fragments in an instant.

Ping Weihaxiong's face went white. Agony sent cold sweat streaming down him, and a shrill scream tore through the night.

"Sorry, I didn't even..." Huang Tieyi spoke as he gently set the Maul on Ping Weihaxiong's right foot. This time he did not let it drop; he merely placed it there. But whenever Ping Weihaxiong cultivated or hunted for Soul Rings, he had focused on strengthening either his mental power or his abilities in bed. Though he was a Titled Douluo, his foot could not bear a weight of more than eight hundred jin.

The pain in both feet drove Ping Weihaxiong to despair. He screamed inwardly, Why won't I pass out? Just let me pass out!

What Ping Weihaxiong did not know was that as his Soul Power had grown, his Evil Spirit Martial Soul had also caused his mental power to surge. His mind had become exceptionally resilient. Passing out was impossible.

When Ping Weihaxiong had gone limp on the ground, utterly exhausted and unable to move, Huang Tieyi took a pinch of specially made Beast-Attracting Powder from his Space Ring and scattered it with a flick of his hand.

The powder's scent drifted on the wind, instantly stirring the Soul Beasts in the surrounding mountains and forests. Roars answered one another from deep in the woods as countless Soul Beasts caught the scent and surged toward it.

From the treetops, Huang Tieyi watched everything below with cold eyes, watching the love that crossed species between the Soul Beasts and Ping Weihaxiong. He murmured, "Ping Weihaxiong, you must be in agony. Take your time feeling the same pain you inflicted on those people."