Tang Wulin withdrew his fist and glanced at the little boy who had collapsed on the ground in terror. "With a fight this fierce, this kid still didn't run. Obviously, something's wrong. He's probably an Evil Soul Master too," he said flatly.
As he spoke, Tang Wulin actually attacked the supposed "hostage," opening with a killing blow.
The little boy stiffened slightly. The panic on his face slowly faded, replaced by a trace of sinister coldness.
He rose to his feet, and his aura abruptly changed, turning cold and evil.
Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet: purple, purple, purple, black, black, black. Six Soul Rings!
A Six-Ring Soul Emperor!
"That's right. I'm an Evil Soul Master too." The little boy's voice turned hoarse, with a hint of amusement.
"The three of us work as a team. We've used this trick to ambush plenty of Soul Masters stronger than us. I never thought we'd fall to you this time."
He paused and looked at Tang Wulin, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "But I'm curious. What if you'd guessed wrong, and that little boy really was an ordinary person? What would you have done?"
Tang Wulin looked at him and replied flatly, with a perfectly serious expression, "Then I could only apologize."
"There's no way I'd let a trick like this force my hand. My life is far more important than other people's. Besides, even if I surrendered, you wouldn't spare that little boy. Rather than let someone hold me in the palm of their hand, I'd rather take a gamble."
The little boy froze for a moment, then laughed. "Interesting. You really are something else. Losing to you was no disgrace, but there's no way I'm surrendering."
A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes. Rather than attempt a sneak attack,