In a small village outside Moonwatch City, on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire.
A thick stench of blood filled the air. Severed limbs and mangled remains littered the ground, drenched in blood-a sight that chilled the heart.
The surviving villagers trembled as they warily watched the two terrifying figures in the sky.
Above them, gold and black stood in opposition, each claiming half the sky.
The figure in black was a solitary old man with a hunched frame, draped in a shabby black robe riddled with holes and stained with long-dried blood.
Behind him, the phantom of an eight-armed, headless corpse radiated a terrifying ferocity. A twisted tongue unfurled from the stump of its neck, greedily eyeing the golden figure before it.
Eight Soul Rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black-floated slowly beneath his feet, exerting a crushing pressure.
This Evil Soul Master was actually an eight-ring Soul Douluo.
"Hehehe, I was just worrying that a village full of ordinary people wouldn't satisfy my appetite. And in the blink of an eye, a delicious morsel of flesh and blood came right to me. Heaven truly favors me."
The young woman before him was only a seven-ring Soul Saint, while he was an eight-ring Soul Douluo. Moreover, he was an Evil Soul Master, inherently stronger in combat than ordinary people. In his eyes, the young woman was already dead.
Facing Xiao Ding, the Soul Douluo whose Martial Soul was the Eight-Armed Changgui, stood a young woman of about twenty, in the full bloom of youth.
Her fitted combat attire traced the graceful curves of her slender figure. Her long black hair was tied up and secured with a jade-green hairpin, giving her a neat, fresh appearance. At that moment, her exquisitely beautiful face was filled with intense disgust