Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect Slays the Evil Souls

"We weren't planning to defend ourselves!" Qian Xunji looked at Zhong Hunmie as though he were an idiot. "Everything is for the sake of justice. Some sacrifices are unavoidable. If we wipe out every Evil Soul Master here today, what does it matter if the hundred thousand people of New York City die too?

"Compared with the billions on the Douluo Continent, that's just a drop of water. And by eliminating you Evil Soul Masters, we'll spare at least hundreds of millions from your persecution. It will all be worth it."

As soon as Qian Xunji finished speaking, he activated his Second Soul Skill. His speed surged. Closing in on Zhong Hunmie, he swung the Sword of Judgment again and again. Zhong Hunmie stood his ground, blocking each strike with his Skeleton Sword, unable to find a single chance to counterattack.

Forced entirely onto the defensive against Qian Xunji, Zhong Hunmie seethed with frustration. Just then, Huang Tieyi's voice rang out from below. "Hey, stop hiding. I can see you..."

Huang Tieyi's excited, mocking voice got under Zhong Hunmie's skin. He deliberately took a strike from Qian Xunji, using its force to fly backward out of the fight. Turning toward Huang Tieyi, he slashed his Skeleton Sword and sent out a cloud of black mist. "Cursed Demon Light..."

The black mist enveloped Huang Tieyi and stopped him in his tracks. "What the hell? That's a dirty move!" As the mist burrowed into his skin, he felt a searing, corrosive pain.

Zhong Hunmie's attack instantly ignited the fury of everyone from Spirit Hall. Golden Crocodile Douluo took the lead, launching himself toward the Titled Douluo hovering in the distance. Demon Subduing Douluo and Thousand Jun Douluo followed close behind, with Huang Batian and Lei Zhenyun rising into the air after them.

Dugu Bo released his Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul. Purple Poison Flame poured from its mouth, swallowing every spirit-possessed civilian nearby and corroding them into stark white bones in an instant.

The Holy Spirit Cult's five Titled Douluo were all formidable. If Zhong Hunmie had not ordered them to hold back, they would have attacked long ago. Seeing Golden Crocodile Douluo lead the charge toward them, they grew excited and released their Martial Souls: Kneeling Monkey, Bone Snake, Undead Horse, Skeleton Dagger, and White Bone Scepter.

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar. A colossal golden crocodile appeared in the sky and lashed its tail viciously at the five Titled Douluo. They dodged swiftly—all except the one whose Martial Soul Avatar was the White Bone Scepter. Demon Subduing Douluo and Thousand Jun Douluo struck from above and below, smashing into the scepter together. It snapped in half. The man returned to his normal form and spat a mouthful of blood. His mask shattered, revealing a sickly face with delicate features.

With the White Bone Scepter broken, the Undead Possession Soul Skill was interrupted. The people of New York City gradually regained their senses. All around them lay ruins and charred corpses. It felt as though the sky had fallen and disaster had come upon them.

"Aah..." Unable to endure the Cursed Demon Light eating into him, Huang Tieyi cried out in pain. Golden light blazed from his body, his muscles bulged, lightning flickered, and the shadow of a dragon flew out of him.

Huang Tieyi sacrificed some of his Dragon Qi to purge the Cursed Demon Light from his body. "You old bastard. You want to fight dirty? A Titled Douluo sneaking up on me? Then don't blame me for this..."

Huang Tieyi pointed a finger at the sky. Beneath his feet, his black Sixth Soul Ring spun furiously. "Sixth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" Countless golden swords appeared overhead, every tip aimed at the people of New York City.

"Fall!" Countless small golden swords rained down. The civilians of New York City had no idea what was happening. At the sight of the swords suspended above them, they screamed in terror and fled in every direction.

The Evil Soul Masters were hidden among the civilians. Huang Tieyi's Tathagata Palm had only located them roughly, but Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect targeted them precisely. Every person pierced by a golden sword was an Evil Soul Master. No matter how they ran, the swords followed close behind. Even using ordinary people's corpses as shields could not stop the swords from killing them.

Watching the Evil Soul Masters die one after another, Zhong Hunmie's eyes bulged with fury. He wanted to attack Huang Tieyi from behind again, but this time Qian Xunji watched him closely and gave him no chance.

Huang Tieyi had such deep reserves of Soul Power that each wave of golden swords was replaced by another, forming out of thin air overhead. He floated above the ground, moving at an easy, unhurried pace. Every Evil Soul Master within sight died beneath the golden swords as he passed.

Before long, blood ran in rivers through New York City, and bodies lay strewn everywhere. "How bloody. This goes against my principles! I said it should be gentle and beautiful, so we wouldn't scare the children. Well, none of that happened..." Huang Tieyi sounded thoroughly displeased with the scene he had created.

He spoke softly, but to the people of New York City, his words sounded like a demon's cruel smile. To the Evil Soul Masters, he might as well have been their Holy Son descended among them. He was too wicked, too infuriating, too cruel. If only he were not their enemy.

"Boss, A Yi's showing off, isn't he?" Lei Zhenyun asked Huang Batian as they stood in midair, at a loss for words.

"What else would you call it? That boy's never had an artistic bone in his body. He's only saying it to get under their skin." Huang Batian sneered and pointed at the five Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo surrounded by Golden Crocodile Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo, and Thousand Jun Douluo. "My grandson's telling them, 'What kind of damned leader did you pick? He wants to launch a sneak attack? Then don't blame me for bringing out my strongest move...'"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's Martial Soul Avatar had caught all five Titled Douluo with a vicious sweep of its tail. They had suffered substantial internal injuries, and even their Soul Power was slipping out of control. They were in no shape to fight now.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was a peak Rank 99 Limit Douluo. Even a casual blow from him could not be blocked without using a Soul Skill.

"Second Brother, how long are we going to keep them surrounded before we attack?" Demon Subduing Douluo asked impatiently.

"What's the rush? His Eminence's fight hasn't been decided yet. Leave them for now..." Golden Crocodile Douluo regarded the five Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo with open contempt.

The five Titled Douluo felt a little relieved when they heard him. That golden crocodile's tail had nearly taken their lives. If he attacked again now, they had no confidence they could withstand it. Just then, the golden crocodile moved...