After someone sneezed, another person asked her, "Lingjing, what's wrong?"
Lingjing answered, "Maybe I caught a chill!"
The other woman shook her head. "How could that be? Most of our lineage have the light attribute. We rarely fall ill naturally!"
Lingjing spread her hands helplessly. "Caiwei, aren't you being too sensitive? Enough talking! I'll make another round, and if nothing unusual happens tonight, I'll go back, listen to some hymns, and sleep..."
As she spoke, Lingjing headed toward the nearby woods.
Before long, in the instant Lingjing closed her eyes to blink, her ears twitched. Alarm immediately rose in her heart: this was a light-attributed being's natural instinct for calamity.
"An evil Soul-Master-" she cried, but her voice faded.
Then a gleaming blade pierced her back, passed through her heart, and emerged from her chest, dripping blood.
A small Angel Phantom flew toward the damaged Angel Temple like a nightingale, only to dissolve after a streak of black light struck it.
As her consciousness blurred, Lingjing realized that the sound she had just made had returned to her throat.
After Lingjing's body fell to the ground, several Vengeful Spirits pounced on her and devoured her together.
Then countless people in outlandish clothing poured out of the woods.
"Well done, Death Messenger!" someone whispered to the Corpse Witch who had just killed Lingjing. "Passing judgment on these hypocritical bearers of birdfolk Martial Souls truly is a delight."
"My lord, will our brothers get to slaughter to their hearts' content tonight?" Hearing that whisper, the Death Messenger, the strongest Soul King of the age, grew excited.
He was already imagining the day he became a nine-ring Titled Douluo.
"No, we only came at someone's invitation! We aren't responsible for finishing things off! Lead the troops in a vanguard assault. Once I've finished