Martial Soul: Angel of Hatred

"Your Holiness, hurry and kill the Sky Azure Bull Python so you can absorb your Ninth Soul Ring," Huang Tieyi said. "The other Evil Soul Masters are heading this way. While the Four Sakura Ghosts can only imprison us, absorb it quickly."

"If I kill him now, how will you help them raise their Soul Power and absorb the Dragon Qi?" Qian Xunji had clearly seen Huang Batian break through to level 96, and his Silver Saint Body Martial Soul had changed too. He hoped the others who had come with him could seize this opportunity and undergo changes for the better.

"Your Holiness, we came here for your Ninth Soul Ring. Anything else is just flowers added to brocade. It doesn't matter," Golden Crocodile Douluo said.

"Exactly, Your Holiness. The Ninth Soul Ring is our real objective." Lei Zhenyun stepped away from Huang Tieyi as he spoke.

"Fine. I'll deliver the final blow." Qian Xunji released his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, aimed the Sword of Judgment at the Sky Azure Bull Python's core, and stabbed down, finishing off the crippled, helpless beast.

(The Sky Azure Bull Python, off-screen: You hateful humans! Only now do you decide to kill me? I finally understand the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's pain. What a painful revelation...)

A red Soul Ring slowly rose from the Sky Azure Bull Python's corpse. Qian Xunji sat cross-legged beside it and circulated his Soul Power to absorb the ring produced by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Huang Tieyi stood on the Sky Azure Bull Python's head and watched as the red Soul Ring drew ample Soul Power and Dragon Qi from its corpse. Once it stabilized, he began absorbing the Soul Power and Dragon Qi still left in the body.

This time, he channeled them directly into Golden Crocodile Douluo. Feeling the Soul Power and Dragon Qi pouring into him, Golden Crocodile Douluo hurriedly circulated his own Soul Power and took it all in.

Lei Zhenyun watched from the side, green with envy, but did not dare step forward and fight Golden Crocodile Douluo for it.

The Four Sakura Ghosts kept the people from Spirit Hall imprisoned for five hours. By then, the sky had grown dark.

Zhong Hunmie, who had just established the Holy Spirit Cult, arrived with six Titled Douluo. "Greetings, Leader..." the man in the silver ghost mask said respectfully from where he sat.

"Mm. Withdraw Four-Sided Ghost Suppression. Let me see what that pope of Spirit Hall looks like," Zhong Hunmie said, his voice brimming with arrogance.

The Four Sakura Ghosts immediately withdrew their Soul Power, and the deathly aura slowly flowed back into their bodies.

When the deathly aura had completely dispersed, the people from Spirit Hall sat on the ground, unharmed, looking at them with mockery on their faces.

"Thank you for preparing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring for me..." Qian Xunji rose and said calmly. "It isn't quite suited to my Martial Soul, but it will do."

Standing behind him, Huang Tieyi heard Qian Xunji's words and fought back a laugh, though the corners of his mouth still twitched. He was speechless inside. Your Holiness, that's not what you said a moment ago! You said this Soul Ring was excellent and gave you an incredibly powerful Soul Skill!

"It really is nothing special. It only changed my Martial Soul a little." Golden Crocodile Douluo released his Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul. It still looked like a huge golden crocodile, but its scales had changed into sharp, angular dragon scales.

"Quite ordinary, yes..." Qian Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo gave their Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Souls a shake. The dragons coiled around the staffs had grown more vivid and lifelike. Most strikingly, their eyes, once closed, were now open.

"Passable, I suppose." Huang Batian released his Silver Saint Body Martial Soul. "All it did was give my Martial Soul a new name. Silver Saint Dragon Body, I suppose." The changes to Huang Batian's Martial Soul were unmistakable. Even in its initial state, he stood three meters tall, muscles bulging across his body. Dragon scales covered his bare upper body, and a pair of bull horns had grown from his head.

Seeing the people from Spirit Hall showing off so shamelessly, Zhong Hunmie spat a mouthful of blood. His body trembled as he pointed at the Four Sakura Ghosts. "Look what you've done..."

"Leader, we didn't know this would happen! We only wanted to get Old Fourth a Ninth Soul Ring. Who knew they'd be shameless enough to steal our prize..." the man in the white ghost mask said, sounding deeply wronged.

"Shut up. I'll settle accounts with you when we get back," Zhong Hunmie said coldly.

"Oh, so you're the Leader of the Evil Soul Masters? A leader ought to have some composure. Getting this worked up is an ugly look..." Lei Zhenyun stood with his hands casually behind his back, his face full of mockery. He had gained nothing earlier, and the anger pent up inside him came pouring out at Zhong Hunmie. "With that temper of yours, is your evil Martial Soul a miser? Your Soul Rings can't be much to look at, then. Perhaps you should find a Soul Beast with a bottomless stomach to broaden your capacity, or you're liable to die young..."

The string of vicious, cutting taunts stabbed deep. Zhong Hunmie's chest heaved, his aura churned, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. Another mouthful of hot blood burst from his lips. His face went white as paper, and he fixed bloodshot eyes on Lei Zhenyun, murderous intent surging within them. "You... you insolent wretch! I'll kill you! Today I'll tear you limb from limb and grind your bones to ash!"

"You? Kill me? You can barely catch your breath just talking. Are you so old that you're already buried up to your neck? Did they leave your head uncovered because your mouth is too stubborn to eat dirt..." Lei Zhenyun let loose at Zhong Hunmie again. "If you want to kill me, why haven't you even released your Martial Soul? Is it too stingy to come out? Let me see its ugly mug..."

Zhong Hunmie calmed himself and steadied the Soul Power in his body. With a cold laugh, he said, "You want to see my Martial Soul? I'm afraid you won't be able to stomach it once you do!"

"Tch. What's there to stomach? Unless your Martial Soul is even more revolting than your face," Lei Zhenyun sneered.

Zhong Hunmie ignored Lei Zhenyun and looked at Qian Xunji, who stood at the front of the group with a face as calm as drifting clouds and a light breeze. "You truly want me to release my Martial Soul?"

"What? Do you think you can kill me without even releasing it?" Qian Xunji said disdainfully.

"Very well, then. Take a look at my Martial Soul..." As Zhong Hunmie spoke, nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red. Behind him appeared a Martial Soul identical to the Angel God, except that it wore black and all six of its wings were black.

Seeing the shock on the faces of Qian Xunji and the others, Zhong Hunmie spoke with rage held down to the breaking point. "My Martial Soul is the Fallen Angel. You could also call it the Angel of Hatred."

"Qian Xunji, do you know the legend of the Angel God..."