Ordinary Soul Masters inevitably picked up some resentment from the Soul Beasts they hunted and killed, but its nature was entirely different.
For someone like the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, who had slain countless enemies on the battlefield, what gathered around him was the fierce Protective Aura of a soldier. Ordinary vengeful spirits did not dare approach him.
But the resentment clinging to those two from the Mingyu Sect was cold, cloying, and filled with despair and agony. A De even cultivated by sucking other people's blood-a telltale mark of an Evil Soul Master through and through.
Even Xu Tianran, who had remained expressionless on the raised platform, knitted his brows almost imperceptibly when he saw A De drain his opponent's blood. A flicker of disgust that he could barely conceal passed through the depths of his eyes.
In his grand vision, Evil Soul Masters were ultimately filthy tools unfit to be seen in public, stains that would have to be washed away once he completed his great undertaking of unification.
What he sought was eternal order beneath the radiance of the Sun Moon Empire, not a chaotic world teeming with Evil Soul Masters.
Allowing the Holy Spirit Cult and the Mingyu Sect to compete, and cooperating with them, was merely a temporary compromise made after weighing the benefits against the costs.
He needed their strength to wear down and intimidate the forces of the continent's original three empires. At the same time, he intended to use the tournament to make these Evil Soul Masters and their opponents exhaust one another.
In the historical records that would one day celebrate him as a sage ruler for the ages, he would never tolerate the stain of having wallowed in the same mire as Evil Soul Masters. Once he unified the