Yang Tian looked at Huo Wu, whose pretty face was flushed, and smiled slightly, nodding, "Hmm, I've forgotten."
Seeing Yang Tian tease her, Huo Wu immediately raised her fist to hit him, but her jade hand was caught by Yang Tian.
"Alright, there's something up ahead," Yang Tian's expression became a little more serious. However, Huo Wu angrily said, "Then let go of my hand!"
"What did you say?" Yang Tian picked his ear, while his other hand held Huo Wu's hand tightly.
Huo Wu rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, how did she end up with such a scoundrel?
Her jade hand was held by Yang Tian's hand, and Huo Wu couldn't pull it free, so she just turned her face away, letting Yang Tian knead it.
Yang Tian looked at the increasingly clear firelight in the distance, his brows furrowing tighter.
His clone had already arrived and learned what had happened in the village.
Evil Soul Master, village massacre!
Wildfires were everywhere in the entire village; more than a dozen Evil Soul Masters were wantonly slaughtering ordinary villagers and livestock, and the few low-level Spirit Masters in the village had already tragically died at the hands of those Evil Soul Masters.
Flames shot into the sky, and a young girl screamed as she fled. Behind her, a lecherous-looking middle-aged Spirit Master approached her with a lewd smile.
"Hahaha, little beauty, let this old man love you dearly~"
The evil hand reached for the girl's clothes. The girl was cornered, tears welling up in her eyes, crying profusely.
"No, please, let me go…" The pitiful, innocent girl still hoped the Evil Soul Master would spare her life. However, she didn't know that in the eyes of these Evil Soul Masters, she was just a tool for their desires. After they were done, they would kill her directly. This would maximize the resentment of the deceased and also yield a portion of vital energy.
Yang Tian's clone flew on his sword, arriving over the village a step ahead of his main body.
What met his eyes was like hell itself. There were entire families, old and young, gathered, humiliated, and killed; there were also those who resisted and were brutally murdered.
Firelight was everywhere, and a blood-red curtain enveloped the entire village, a thin layer, but it cut off the last path of survival for the ordinary people in the village.
Within the curtain, Evil Soul Masters burned, killed, plundered, and indulged in evil.
Casually tearing through the blood curtain, Yang Tian saw the resentful souls gathered above the village. They shrieked and roared, wanting revenge, to retaliate against these Evil Soul Masters.
But they were powerless, because even though they had turned into resentful souls, they could only be driven and used by those Evil Soul Masters. Their resentment grew stronger, but they could not break free from the Evil Soul Masters' shackles.
This blood-red curtain seemed not only to prevent villagers from escaping but also effectively gathered the resentful souls of the slaughtered villagers.
Yang Tian's gaze fell upon the village, where those Evil Soul Masters were still wantonly committing evil. He even saw an Evil Soul Master opening his fanged mouth, holding a tender infant's arm.
"Damn it!"
Yang Tian's expression grew colder. The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword appeared in his hand, and his divine soul, for the first time, fully spread out, instantly enveloping the entire village.
"Who!" In a secluded alley, the Evil Soul Master, who was about to lay his hands on the girl, suddenly stopped and looked towards the sky.
"Which Spirit Master? Please do not interfere with our Holy Church's affairs!"
A Spirit Master with a Vulture Spirit rushed out of the village, a pair of blood-red wings on his back looking particularly hideous.
"Today! Thirteen Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Church massacred innocent villagers, gathered vital energy, absorbed resentful souls, and plotted evil deeds. Their crime deserves death!"
Upon the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword, brilliant holy light illuminated the entire village. Yang Tian's divine soul dispersed, locking onto the thirteen Evil Soul Masters in the village. With a thought, the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword's blade trembled slightly, and then one hundred and eight holy light sword shadows separated.
Tiangang Disha Sword Formation.
"Kill!"
As the calm and murderous word 'kill' fell, one hundred and eight sword shadows flew towards the thirteen Evil Soul Masters.
Among them, the highest was merely a Spirit King, and the lowest was only a Spirit Elder. Such a lineup could run rampant in villages and towns outside the city. But facing Yang Tian, they could all be killed and cleansed in an instant.
In the alley, the lewd Evil Soul Master's pupils constricted. He had spent three full minutes cornering the girl in this dead end, just to make her more terrified and her reactions more intense. However, before he could succeed, he was wiped out by several sword lights drawn by the figure that suddenly descended from the sky.
In a wooden house, an evil Spirit Master, who was preying on a voluptuous woman, was suddenly decapitated by two light swords.
Above the rooftop, the Vulture Spirit King who had told Yang Tian not to interfere with the Holy Church's affairs was pierced by eighteen light swords, instantly turning into a shower of light and completely annihilated.
"The sinners have been executed. You may rest in peace." Yang Tian turned to look at the gathered resentful souls, activating the method of transcendence from the "Great Bright Sky Holy Canon" to absorb their hatred and break the blood-red light formation, allowing them to disperse.
If they had a next life, they would naturally be reborn into a good one.
The blood curtain dissipated, and a dark cloud rolled across the gloomy night sky. A misty rain began to fall, as if to wash away the blood of this night.
The methods of killing used by the Evil Soul Masters were all incredibly cruel; it was difficult to find a single complete corpse.
Yang Tian's divine soul power swept across the entire village, automatically ignoring some indecent scenes. He reached out a large hand from afar, and one by one, skeletons were gathered in a central plaza of the village.
"The Evil Soul Masters have been executed. Please accept my condolences!" Yang Tian's expression was solemn. This village was not small, with a population of over a thousand, but now, only thirty percent remained.
More than three hundred people survived, while over seven hundred died at the hands of the Evil Soul Masters.
In Yang Tian's perception, many villagers were still hiding in cellars, but mostly women and children. At night, without anyone in the house, how could the Evil Soul Masters give up? If a few didn't die, how would those Evil Soul Masters leave without searching for survivors?
Someone had to bravely sacrifice themselves to buy their families a glimmer of hope.
Yang Tian was not a bleeding heart, but faced with such a tragic scene filled with human warmth, he couldn't help but sigh.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life. The evil cultists who commit evil in Douluo will eventually be eradicated by the continent's Spirit Masters. Your revenge will be exacted by others! Cremate the dead and bury them quickly to prevent plague." Yang Tian left with these final words, flying away on his sword.
Below, the remaining villagers stared blankly at the sky. Some felt lucky, some were sorrowful, some were deranged… but that figure enveloped in holy light was forever etched into their hearts. He was a savior who granted them new life.
A hundred meters outside the village, Yang Tian stopped his vehicle and stood still. Behind him, Lin Zhiling and the other five women silently accompanied him.
With his clone's return, they knew Yang Tian must have seen something unpleasant. In his mind, the system's mission notification sounded, and two Brave Tickets were added to his account, but Yang Tian felt no joy.
Evil Soul Masters… ultimately, he bore some responsibility for it.
His arrival had stirred the Heavenly Dao, disrupting the heavenly secrets. All sorts of evil Spirits and monsters began to become restless.