Inside the hall, dark red blood was still flowing.
The two Evil Soul Master, now only half-bodied, turned to look at the footsteps, hoping that their elder had successfully killed the intruders and was returning in triumph.
But when they saw Toji was, they writhed like maggots and crawled frantically toward the corner of the wall, leaving long trails of blood on the ground.
"No... don't come any closer!" The Soul Emperor Evil Soul Master, now without his lower body, roared, suddenly grabbing a Soul Tool in his hand. "If I detonate this Level 5 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell, we'll all die!"
Toji sneered, Playful Cloud coiled around his wrist like a venomous snake. With a crisp "crack," his entire arm was twisted into a pretzel, and the Soul Cannon clattered to the ground.
"Do you think I'm easily intimidated?" He lightly flicked the shell with his toe, accepting the Fixed Soul Cannon Shell without any hesitation. "Thank you for your gift."
"You..."
Toji was about to say something, he saw that another Evil Soul Master, whose heart was exposed, still had the strength to release Soul Skill.
Unfortunately, the moment the Soul Power fluctuation appeared, Toji sensed it, kicked over the long table, and the heavy obsidian tabletop crashed down on him, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.
"Ugh--!"
The man screamed, and perhaps in a final burst of energy before death, he still had the strength to struggle and try to get up.
This is simply superhuman.
Toji slowly walked up to him and stepped on his wrist.
He took out a letter from his Storage Soul Tool and showed it to him.
"Who was this letter originally intended for?"
The Evil Soul Master glanced at him, then closed his eyes, deciding not to give him any information.
Tell me the answer, and I'll let you die a quicker death.
Toji's boot soles slowly pressed down on the Evil Soul Master's wrists, the bones making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.
He leaned down, his pupils gleaming with a violent, bloodthirsty light:
"One."
The wrist bone that was being stepped on suddenly shattered, and bone fragments pierced through the panel.
The Evil Soul Master convulsed all over, letting out inhuman howls from his throat, yet he still clenched his teeth.
"Two."
Toji took out a small knife and plunged it into the Evil Soul Master's groin, severing the entire hamstring.
At the same time, with his other hand grabbing his right arm, he suddenly exerted force and tore his entire arm off his body.
A large amount of blood gushed out, splattering onto Toji's face, followed by screams of agony.
"Ah--!! Holy Emperor... Holy Emperor will punish you!" the Evil Soul Master roared.
"Snap."
The bloodied arm was thrown to the ground, Toji renewed ferocity, he tore off the other arm as easily as tearing off a piece of beef jerky.
"Who is this letter for?"
"People like us, lowly thugs, have absolutely no right to know who such an important envelope is for!!!"
The Evil Soul Master could no longer bear the pain and cried out almost in tears.
"You guys are following a Soul Saint Elder, and Level 7 Soul Engineer came to meet you a few days ago. I don't believe you haven't heard any news."
He said Toji.
"Tell me everything you know, or I'll smash your remaining bones into pieces and tear you into a human stump."
"It's Nangong Wan!"
The Evil Soul Master shouted instinctively.
"I guess it's Nangong Wan..."
"We Evil Soul Master had nowhere to go. It was Xu Tianran who took us in, cooperated with us, and gave us a place to live within the Sun Moon Empire. The only condition was that we help him ascend to the throne as crown prince and then to the throne..."
" Xu Tianran helped Nangong Wan become the leader of the Xishui Alliance, and we have regular contact with him. Our backer is none other than Xu Tianran!"
"That's all I know, all from what the elders told me. Beyond that, I know absolutely nothing!!!"
After the Evil Soul Master finished speaking, he looked at Toji with hope in his eyes:
"Please, just kill me, give me a quick death!"
"You can leave now. I need to ask your accomplice to confirm if you're lying." Toji ignored him and looked at the other Evil Soul Master who had lost his lower body.
Is he right?
He quickly replied:
"Yes... yes, I've been following the elders for so long, and I've heard things. The Level 7 Soul Engineer from the Sun Moon Empire also came to meet us that day; it should have been Lord Nangong Wan..."
Toji silent.
If it really is Nangong Wan, then things will be difficult.
Although there are still a few years before the original story begins, Nangong Wan is currently either an 89th-level Soul Douluo or a 90th-level Titled Douluo.
He has no chance against him at all.
"We... we didn't lie, please, just give us a quick death..."
The pain was unbearable for these Evil Soul Master, and even though their methods were Toji cruel, they still didn't kill them.
"One last question, I'll ask, and you'll answer."
Toji gave them a friendly smile:
Do I look like a good person?
This question left both Evil Soul Master stunned for a moment, their minds racing as they pondered its meaning.
The Evil Soul Master, now without his lower body, nodded:
"You... you're a good person."
Toji's face immediately turned cold, and she grabbed him and began to torture him.
Screams echoed as blood and various unidentifiable substances splattered across his face.
He casually wiped his face, his eyes showing no emotion, and even spat on him:
"Oh ho, you really dare to say that? Have some shame, okay? You're giving me the 'nice guy' card?"
The Evil Soul Master screamed in agony, his face contorted in pain. "You... you broke your promise!"
"I keep my word. I'm not a good person, so why should I follow the rules?"
The torture lasted a full five minutes. The Evil Soul Master was torn apart piece by piece by Toji, just like a chicken being shredded by hand, until there wasn't a single intact part left on his body.
The scene was like hell—no, even hell wouldn't have such a scene!
The Evil Soul Master standing nearby was completely terrified.
Are we Evil Soul Master Evil Soul Master, or is he?
No, isn't he the real Evil Soul Master?
We only did bad things to greatly increase our cultivation... but why does it feel like he's doing it to please himself?
Death itself is not frightening; what is frightening is the agony before death, the pain that is enough to make one feel as if they have been torn to pieces—no one wants to endure that.
"And you?"
Shen'er, covered in the blood of Evil Soul Master Toji, looked at him.
Do you think I'm a good person or a bad person?
Seeing that his companions had already figured out the answer, the Evil Soul Master hurriedly said:
"You... you're a bad person..."
Toji was taken aback for a moment, then immediately broke into a very bright smile.
The Evil Soul Master breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; this must be the correct answer, right?
But in the next moment, Toji flew into a rage, grabbed him, slammed his head to the ground, and began to crush his bones one by one:
"I've clearly done so many good deeds, and killing you was also about eliminating evil, promoting good, and upholding justice, yet you call me a bad person?!"
"In that case, it wouldn't be too much for me to do some more bad things, would it?"
Feeling excruciating pain coursing through his body, the Evil Soul Master screamed:
"No! Nooooo!"