My Eyes See Only the Living and the Dead! (Second Update! Please Vote!)

After Su Yi had dealt with every enemy, he walked out of the Death Group step by step.

Just as he emerged from the Death Group's camp, Ghost Douluo, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, appeared directly before Su Yi.

Looking into Su Yi's calm, indifferent eyes, a trace of shock flashed through Ghost Douluo's own.

Having remained hidden more than two hundred meters away from Su Yi, he had been observing him the entire time.

As His Holiness the Pope's disciple, how could His Holiness the Pope possibly rest easy about this little fellow?

On the surface, he had sent Old Chrysanthemum to bring the little fellow here, then had Yue Guan leave.

But in truth, he had ordered Ghost Douluo to protect him in secret and ensure that nothing happened to the little fellow.

After arriving here, the concealed Ghost Douluo had nodded slightly when he saw Su Yi hide himself from the very beginning.

This was not the bandit den he had once taken the little fellow to.

Aside from the Bandit Leader, all the bandits there had been ordinary people.

But everyone in this Death Group was a soul master, with even the weakest among them being Soul Grand Masters.

Even if all sixty-four people here were merely Soul Grand Masters, they still possessed a total of one hundred and twenty-eight soul skills.

Unless one's Soul Power Level vastly surpassed theirs, without the cultivation of a Soul King or above, wanting to fight over sixty vicious soul masters alone was nothing more than a fool's dream.

In Ghost Douluo's eyes, although Su Yi, a natural-born killing machine, would not face any danger, it should have taken him at least ten days to half a month to clear this place.

Yet in the end, he had slaughtered every last one of them in merely a single day.

Moreover, from beginning to end, the little fellow had not used a single soul skill apart from summoning his martial soul.

And those criminals of the Death Group had likewise failed to use even a single soul skill from beginning to end.

They simply had not been given the chance before this killing machine had already killed them.

Only after Su Yi walked out of the Death Group did Ghost Douluo, who had been secretly protecting him, enter the camp to inspect the situation.

It would have been better if he had not looked. The moment he did, he was thoroughly startled.

The entire Death Group camp contained sixty-four people: fourteen Soul Elders and fifty Soul Grand Masters. Every one of them had been killed with a single fatal strike.

There were no signs of battle whatsoever, which meant the little fellow had silently delivered fatal blows to them all, leaving them without even the time or opportunity to call for help.

Especially those people laid out in neat rows, their throats pierced—they had clearly been silently stabbed to death by the little fellow in their sleep.

A trial that others needed to form teams and spend years completing had been finished by this brat alone in a single night.

Looking at Su Yi, who stood before him expressionlessly and showed no surprise whatsoever at his appearance, Ghost Douluo had already placed the little fellow on the same level as himself and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

When Ghost Douluo entered the tent of the two women whose bodies Su Yi had torn apart with a single spear strike, his mouth kept twitching as he stared at their severed bodies.

Did this little devil not know what women were? Besides, these two women were existences that even the soul masters of the Death Group feared.

The two women were sisters. When Spirit Hall captured them, the Spirit Hall soul masters assigned to seize the sisters had been shocked by the sight before them.

He had personally led that operation.

Even he, a Titled Douluo, had felt his scalp go numb at that scene.

Do not be fooled by how alluring and seductive those two women looked, capable of stirring the deepest desires in men.

When they had gone to apprehend them, the sisters had been in a village, openly engaging in indecent acts in broad daylight.

Every woman in the village had been slaughtered, while the men beneath the two women had turned into dried husks right before their eyes.

Furthermore, more than several hundred dried corpses had already been piled around the women.

Adults, children, and elders alike.

The sisters had used this method to rapidly raise their cultivation.

Those sisters were the very definition of beautiful yet venomous women.

Out of the village's several hundred residents, not a single one had survived. The women had been slaughtered, while every man had been turned into a dried husk.

When the two women saw Spirit Hall arrive, there was not the slightest trace of fear in their eyes.

Instead, they gazed at them with seductive eyes, their incomparably alluring voices affecting their minds.

Fortunately, he had been leading the team then. Otherwise, the Spirit Hall members sent to capture the two women would likely have suffered the same fate and become their nourishment.

When those two women looked at them, even he, a Titled Douluo, felt heat rise within his body.

The Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors he had brought with him had already begun to lose themselves, mechanically walking toward the two women.

If he had not directly appeared beside the women and knocked them unconscious, who knew what his men would have done?

Those two terrifying women were even more frightening than Evil Soul Masters.

Thinking of this, Ghost Douluo looked at Su Yi and asked, "Little fellow, when you saw those two women, did you feel anything unusual in your body?"

"No."

Hearing Su Yi's icy reply, Ghost Douluo fell into an awkward silence. Then, looking at Su Yi with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, he asked, "Then do you distinguish between men and women?"

"No."

"Then what do you see?"

Upon hearing Su Yi's words, Ghost Douluo refused to believe it.

"The living and the dead."

"..."

After hearing Su Yi's answer, Ghost Douluo fell completely silent.

He realized that taking the initiative to speak with this little fellow was simply asking for trouble.

"Congratulations. You have graduated, Holy Son!"

After composing himself, Ghost Douluo looked at little Su Yi before him with great satisfaction and smiled.

"What is the next stage of training?"

Su Yi remained unmoved by Ghost Douluo's words and looked at him as he asked.

"..."

Ghost Douluo looked at Su Yi, truly not knowing what else to say.

"Little fellow, now that you have graduated, there is no next stage of training."

"Even if there were, His Holiness the Pope would be the one to tell you. I do not know either."

"Besides, you have become Spirit Hall's Holy Son. Aren't you happy?"

Ghost Douluo looked at Su Yi's indifferent expression and could not help thinking of how Nana had been thrilled for a long time after learning she had become Spirit Hall's Saintess.

Perhaps this little fellow did not understand what becoming Spirit Hall's Holy Son meant within Spirit Hall, which was why he could remain so unmoved.

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