The Evil Soul Masters' leader was utterly horrified.
His martial soul was called Evil Spirit, an extremely unusual martial soul that could devour other people's soul energy to improve his cultivation and store that energy within him.
Once he had stored enough soul energy, he could unleash all of it through a soul skill.
Now, with his life hanging in the balance, he unleashed every scrap of soul energy he had stored over several years through his final Secret Art Soul Skill. Its power was enough to severely injure a Soul Douluo.
Yet when those undead souls, who had died bitter deaths laden with resentment, rushed toward the black-haired boy, all their killing intent and rancor were purified, leaving them utterly gentle.
The gray soul ring flickered, absorbing the black energy before releasing it again to dissipate into the air.
"How disgusting." The black-haired boy looked at the Evil Soul Master leader suspended in the air and spoke coldly.
"Holy Son! You must be the Holy Son!"
"This... this is the power to destroy souls!"
"You must be the Holy Son!"
The Scorpion Tail had pierced the Evil Soul Master leader's chest and hoisted him into the air. Though most of his cultivation had been crippled, he was now staring at the black-haired boy and laughing wildly, his already hoarse voice growing even more grating.
"What are you even talking about?" the black-haired boy asked impatiently.
The Evil Soul Master laughed wildly. "Hahaha, Holy Son, you have finally descended into this world! Go find the Holy Emperor! The Holy Emperor will lead us in ruling this world. Only we who possess holy power deserve to enjoy this world. Only the Holy Spirit Cult is this world's true master!"
The Holy Spirit Cult?
The black-haired boy frowned at the name.
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