Another Evil Soul Master
The Desert Cat led the way.
Xiao Wu found them too slow, so she simply picked up the yellow Desert Cat with the highest cultivation level of four thousand years. The two of them activated their flying skills, and the Desert Cat in her arms only needed to raise its paw to point the way.
During the flight, Wang Xingyu pondered to himself.
What impact will Xiao Wu's inheritance of the Yue Shen title have on Soul Beast and humans?
Is a Soul Beast becoming a god a threat or a hope?
Or simply not get involved and let it develop freely. Anyway, the fourth book in the original work already solved the problem, and Huo Yuhao and Electrolux should have the ability to do so.
Her thoughts were churning, growing more chaotic with each thought, but one thing was certain: Xiao Wu had to become a god.
The yellow Desert Cat led the two over several sand dunes, and suddenly a long-abandoned courtyard appeared ahead.
The courtyard walls were dilapidated, mostly collapsed, and everywhere there were signs of desolation and decay, yet a faint light shone through from within.
The two, with the Desert Cat, landed in the shadows outside the wall. Three heads quietly peeked out from the half-collapsed earthen wall, spying on the movements inside the courtyard.
There were four men in the courtyard, all of whom were highly skilled in martial arts.
One Soul Elder at level 30 or above, two Soul Ancestor at level Level 40 or above, and the highest reached Soul King at level 50 or above.
Desert Cat must have only encountered this Soul Elder; otherwise, going to seek revenge would have been tantamount to suicide.
Wang Xingyu's initial thought flashed through his mind: he originally wanted to disguise himself as the Cat God, teach the person a lesson, and then release them; the effect might be better that way.
But after seeing the situation in the courtyard, he completely abandoned the idea.
Several iron cages were piled up in the corner, and inside the cages were not only Desert Cat, but also several unconscious children.
A Soul Ancestor spoke up, "Boss, we have enough blood for the Desert Cat; we just need a few more for the brats."
Another Soul Ancestor chuckled twice, "Boss, we can sell the pelts of these Desert Cat for a good price."
The level 50+ Soul King grunted in response, saying nothing more. The "boss" the two were referring to must be this Soul King.
The other three entered the house and together lifted out a large pot. Black liquid sloshed inside, and a pungent, bloody stench filled the air. It was blood—the blood of Desert Cat.
The Soul King finally made a move. He walked to the iron cage, opened the cage door, grabbed an unconscious child by the ankle, and carried him to the large cauldron.
With his other hand, he pulled out a small knife.
This involves bleeding the child and mixing the blood with the blood in the pot.
Standard Evil Soul Master techniques, and he is Evil Soul Master again.
If you keep looking, the child will be gone.
Wang Xingyu and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and moved at the same time.
The three people in the courtyard were completely focused on the strange ritual and were caught off guard.
A flash of red light appeared, Xiao Wu appeared in front of one of the Soul Ancestor, holding the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in her hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
With a click of the mechanism, the man collapsed to the ground before he even realized what was happening.
Fire the Godly Zhuge Crossbow at point-blank range; the opponent has no chance to dodge.
On the other hand, Wang Xingyu, for the sake of caution, prioritized targeting Soul Elder.
The plan went smoothly; the Soul Elder didn't even have time to activate his defenses before being instantly killed.
In the blink of an eye, only two of the four remained.
The remaining Soul King reacted extremely quickly, throwing the child in his hand directly at Xiao Wu. The distance was just right—the length of his arm plus the child's body length—to touch Xiao Wu.
Another flash of red light, Xiao Wu had already Teleportation back steadily to Wang Xingyu's side.
The Soul King's attack missed its mark, his eyes darkened, and he immediately huddled together with the last remaining Soul Ancestor.
Only then did the surviving Soul Ancestor seem to fully regain his senses, shouting, "Second brother, fourth brother!"
His eyes were bloodshot.
Compared to the Soul Ancestor's anger, the Soul King was much calmer. "Who are you? I don't seem to have any grudge against you. These children come from ordinary families."
The only response he received was Wang Xingyu's gaze, as if he were looking at a fool.
The Soul King asked coldly, "What kind of look is that?"
"Why don't you put down this pot of blood and the child you're holding?" Wang Xingyu said. "You look like a typical villain; anyone who sees you would want to beat you up."
"They're just ordinary people. Killing them is fine; it's their honor to have helped them." The Soul King laughed, gripping the child's fragile neck with one hand. "You're from the Spirit Hall? Who cares? You're supposed to be righteous people. I love using the people you're trying to save as leverage. Move again, and this child's neck will snap."
Wang Xingyu laughed too, "You're really bold. Unfortunately for you, I'm the kind of person who doesn't respond well to threats."
Buzz!
A green-blue halo emanated from the soles of his feet.
The Blue Silver Life Domain unfolds.
Within the area, Soul Skill that originally required Blue Silver Grass to connect with can be released directly.
Spirit Skull Bone, Mental Interference, hallucination activation.
In an instant, the Soul King and the Soul Ancestor's gazes both vanished, and their bodies froze on the spot.
A flash of red light appeared. Xiao Wu Teleportation in front of the Soul King, precisely rescued the unconscious child, held him with one hand, kicked him over, and raised the Godly Zhuge Crossbow with the other.
If all goes well, these crossbow bolts will pierce through both of them.
But unexpectedly, the Soul King broke free from the mental illusion, and his black and red Soul Power condensed into a shield in front of him, blocking all the crossbow bolts, which fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
A jet-black, blood-red blade slowly emerged, its surface seemingly teeming with the roars and howls of departed spirits.
The moment the longsword appeared, a mental wave exploded out, and the Soul Ancestor who was trapped in the illusion shuddered and broke free from the illusion's restraints.
The Soul King's Soul Ring lit up, a perfect combination of five: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black.
A phantom image of a wild boar appeared behind the Soul Ancestor, with white, yellow, purple, and purple rings.
Soul Ancestor gritted his teeth and roared, "Boss, I'll hold one off, you take care of the others and avenge Second and Fourth Brothers!"
The Soul King gripped his blood-red longsword, his tone brimming with arrogance. "You two brats do have some skill. It's a pity you didn't fight me head-on. My Martial Soul and my Soul Ring Configuration are top-tier; you have no chance against me in a direct confrontation. I will use this blade to drain your blood to atone for the deaths of my second and fourth brothers!"
With the best Soul Ring Configuration and this strange longsword, and the ability to break free from Wang Xingyu's Mental Interference, she does indeed possess some strength, but...
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Six Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath their feet.
Not only do they have a larger quantity than their opponents, but their equipment is also far superior.
Xiao Wu tilted her head. "Are you sure you can beat the two of us in a head-on fight?"
The Soul Ancestor with the Wild Boar Martial Soul suppressed his fear and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Fake! Yes, it must be fake! If it were real, why would they need to launch a sneak attack?! They must have used some kind of disguise!"
The Soul King didn't speak, but his hand gripping the knife trembled slightly. This explanation had many problems, but it was the only plausible explanation he could offer.
Yes, that must be it.
Wang Xingyu sighed, "When you're in the world of gangsters, how can you not be a little shady?"
Actually, he felt it wasn't sneaky enough; ideally, he wouldn't reveal any of his abilities.
But if he didn't reveal it, how could he expect to elicit a shocked expression? If it weren't for his limited strength, he would practically walk around with his Soul Ring active.