Chapter 266: Delisting the Black Tiger Sect, Facing the Evil God Directly

Shen An followed the three Black Tiger Sect disciples all the way into the Black Tiger Sect. Tom and Jerry followed behind. "This way, sir, please." The Black Tiger disciple said fawningly. With a disciple accompanying him, the two of them had quietly sentenced Shen An to death in their hearts. As for the last disciple, he had already gone to ask an elder to make a move. Shen An looked at the scene along the way. It was clearly one of the renowned lower four sects, yet it gave him a sense of sinister strangeness. Tom suddenly let out a sharp cry, his cat eyes pointing in terror at a plaza. Jerry followed his gaze for a look and immediately fainted from fright. The large plaza was lined with one wooden stake after another. On each stake was tied a bloody, blurry humanoid creature. Shen An’s eyes condensed. These people, without exception, had all been skinned alive. None of them had any breath left. "This is?" Shen An asked, suppressing the anger in his heart. The Black Tiger disciple’s eyes also dodged. "These are disciples of the sect who have made great mistakes." Shen An did not press further. Recalling the desolation upon entering Black Tiger City, the bullied woman, the arrogant and punished Black Tiger disciples... His intuition told him that the Black Tiger Sect held a great secret. As for what this secret was, he would naturally ask with his sword. In short, this Black Tiger Sect was by no means a kind sort. They all deserved to be killed. Shen An was led to a large hall. "Wang Tuo, this person you brought isn’t going to work. There’s not the slightest soul power fluctuation on him. This can’t count towards your performance quota." A powerful voice entered his ears. A bald, burly man walked out, a look of mockery in his eyes. Logically speaking, with his Soul Sage cultivation, he shouldn’t be amusing himself with an ordinary person, even with a nearly mocking tone. But alas, the pressure had been great lately. The Sect Master, Wang Wei, had gone mad, making them capture people or soul beasts everywhere. The requirements for people of different cultivation levels were also different. A Soul Sage had to at least capture a Soul Emperor back, and so on. And all of them were to be delivered to the sect’s secret land. Not a single person who was captured and sent in was able to come out. There were even dedicated disciples guarding the secret land, not allowing anyone to enter, not even the elders. Many people in the sect already had their guesses in their hearts but dared not make a sound. As for what would happen if they couldn’t complete the task, the bald, burly man couldn’t help but shiver. There were some disciples who were unwilling to do such things. The disciples who had been skinned and tied to the plaza were the best examples. There was even an elder whose cultivation was higher than his who didn’t take this matter seriously. As a result, he was killed by Wang Wei with thunderous means. His death was a miserable one. "Oh? Then what counts as performance?" Shen An asked, feigning curiosity. The flesh on the bald, burly man’s face moved, and he grinned. "Very simple. This old one is a Soul Sage. If you are a Soul Emperor, that counts as performance." "However, an ordinary person is also fine. The demand in the sect has been great lately~" "Is that so? Then I can just happen to act as your performance," as Shen An spoke, a total of six soul rings floated out from his body, moving rhythmically in unison. The bald, burly man’s words came to an abrupt halt. The mockery in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by a sense of horror that rushed to his heart. The three disciples who had brought Shen An into the sect felt their eyes go black, and their legs went weak as they knelt on the ground. The youth before them was simply not a mortal. One yellow, one purple, two black, two red. Especially that sixth soul ring, the scarlet halo had three golden lines, shaking one’s heart. Yes, the original fifth soul ring had already been wiped off by Shen An. Now that he had become a famous wanted criminal of Spirit Hall, Shen An naturally had nothing to hide. Having already been marked by the continent’s strongest power, what was there to be afraid of from other small fish and shrimp? Might as well show it off, it could even increase his fame value. The bald, burly man turned his head and ran without any hesitation. The power that erupted in an instant produced a huge buzzing sound. The Black Tiger Sect, for the most part, mainly used tiger-type martial souls. Their speed was naturally not slow. Although he was a Soul Sage, at this time, he had no will to fight at all. He wasn’t stupid. A Soul Emperor with this kind of configuration could no longer be called a Soul Emperor. It should be the strongest Soul Emperor in history. "Brothers, this one’s a tough nut to crack! Come quickly!" A rough voice echoed within the sect, and several powerful auras rushed over one after another. Shen An held the azure-glazed Nine Leaf Sword Grass, chasing after the bald, burly man as if taking a leisurely stroll. His steps didn’t seem fast, yet he always maintained a distance of fifty meters from him. Before long, the upper-level powers of the Black Tiger Sect, besides the Sect Master Wang Wei, were all gathered together. The lineup could be called luxurious, with seven Soul Sages and more than ten Soul Emperors. The bald, burly man, who had been fleeing in a hurry, no longer fled at this moment. He stood together with the numerous experts, his eyes shining as he looked at Shen An. With such a soul ring configuration, capturing him back would be a great merit. Shen An looked at these people, his tone icy. "I heard that the Black Tiger Sect Master’s strength is as high as a Soul Douluo. Why is he not seen?" "Kid, don’t be impatient. When we take you down, you will naturally have a chance to see the Sect Master." The bald, burly man sneered sinisterly. Seven soul rings were suddenly released. His entire person then transformed into a black tiger, its aura majestic. The group of Soul Sages and Soul Emperors behind him also all revealed their martial souls, without the slightest hint of contempt. For a Soul Emperor who possessed two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, no amount of importance was too much. Shen An had Tom and Jerry hide behind him, then he faced the group of Black Tiger Sect experts. He stood casually, and an air of looking down upon all directions arose spontaneously. He held a longsword, and immediately, a monstrous sword momentum surged. The next moment, an azure Sword Domain instantly spread out. Within a three-hundred-meter radius, all was his domain. The faces of the numerous Soul Sages and Soul Emperors of the Black Tiger Sect sank. They shouted in their hearts, ’A domain! How can it be a domain!’ They looked at Shen An with eyes as if they had seen a ghost. Using a sword, a cat and a mouse, a domain... "You are Shen An! The one wanted by Spirit Hall!" the bald, burly man blurted out. Shen An just gently stood his sword in front of him. In an instant, within the three-hundred-meter Sword Domain, a dense, sudden rain began to fall. It was as if the God of Heaven was enraged, sending down thunder and rain, wanting to wash this filthy human world clean. "The lower four sects’ Black Tiger Sect will be delisted today!" Shen An’s clear and cold voice echoed in all directions. The so-called secret land within the Black Tiger Sect was at this moment like a human hell. The smell of blood and stench intertwined. The ground was covered with dried corpses and skeletons, both beast and human. The dense and terrifying scene made one’s scalp go numb. From the depths of the secret land came waves of sobbing. Looking towards the sound, it was surprisingly a blood pool that made one shiver at the sight. Beside the blood pool, many young men and women who should have been in the prime of their lives were crying powerlessly. They all had soul power in their bodies, but it couldn’t be called strong. Not a single one exceeded two rings. The originally imposing Sect Master Wang Wei now looked so sinister and strange. His pupils were incomparably scarlet, and his body was surrounded by a visible gray evil qi. His face was like that of a madman. He used his own soul power as a guide to draw a strange formation. The blood of the weak needed to be purified before it was effective, and this was precisely what the Dark-Devil God Tiger had taught him. The Dark-Devil God Tiger inherited the evil god. As it grew, it would awaken various talents and knowledge. To become a god all the way was not empty talk. The formation took effect. The large blood pool began to boil and roll, and even continuously shrink. Wang Wei murmured, "It’s done, I’m done!" "Lord Evil God, plus those soul masters before, this energy should be enough for me to break through to level ninety!" "Roar—" The roar entered his ears. Wang Wei said madly, "Not enough? How can this not be enough? The powerful soul beasts and soul masters near Black Tiger City have already been plundered by me. Then there are those ordinary people." "Those ordinary people are useless, a hundred of them can’t match one. No, I still have the sect! I still have the many elders and disciples of the Black Tiger Sect!" "I’ll go and gather all the elders and disciples in the sect here right now, let them become nourishment for my lord and me, and share in our glory." The Dark-Devil God Tiger looked on with satisfaction, a bloody look flashing in its eyes. A mortal is a mortal. He can’t withstand my evil god power. His mind is already deranged. And he’s worthy of saying he’ll share in the glory with me? Wang Wei, having lost his use in acquiring nourishment, was now useless. In the Dark-Devil God Tiger’s heart, his status had already been demoted from a chef to a ration. It was time to swallow him clean. Wang Wei ran out madly. His mind had been completely invaded by the evil god’s power. All that was left was an endless evil thought and a desire for power. A cool breeze blew past, slightly clearing Wang Wei’s head. But immediately, he sensed Shen An’s monstrous sword momentum. He looked up and saw a rain of azure swords continuously falling in the distance. Driven by the power of the evil god, the desire for the flesh of the strong once again occupied his brain. Eight soul rings were instantly revealed. An extremely strong and evil aura spread out. Wang Wei transformed into a cloud of black smoke and rushed towards the sword rain. The bald, burly man and the others were struggling under this sword rain. The slightly weaker Soul Emperors had already gone to the west. The Nine Leaf Sword Grass was originally a representative of ultimate offense and slaughter. Now, the age limit of Shen An’s soul rings was in no way inferior to that of a Titled Douluo. In his eyes, a Soul Sage or Soul Emperor was just a slightly larger ant. This was the terrifying method of ultimate slaughter. Below me, all are ants. The Black Tiger Sect side had never dreamed that before they could even deploy the attack that their sect was famous for on the continent, they would first be suppressed until they couldn’t get up. If you were to ask them what they were thinking now, it would naturally be: That great rain destroyed my soul master dream. "Spare me! Spare me, sir! We didn’t want to capture people! It was all Sect Master Wang Wei who forced us!" A Soul Sage elder, being suppressed under the seemingly endless sword rain, couldn’t bear the suffering and immediately begged for mercy. They could already see that Shen An’s strength could not be measured by common sense. The reason he hadn’t killed them now was just to deliberately lure Wang Wei to come. A powerful aura broke into the Sword Domain. Shen An’s eyebrow raised. The main character has finally arrived. "Roar~~!" A black shadow flashed out, letting out a tiger’s roar at the sky. The rain made of sword qi instantly shattered. Wang Wei’s scarlet pupils looked around. Seeing many Soul Emperors had died in the sword rain, he immediately let out another angry roar. These are Soul Emperors! How dare he? A dead Soul Emperor’s lifetime of soul power energy would at least be lost by a lot. "You dare touch my nourishment! You really don’t know life from death!" Wang Wei’s seventh soul ring shone brightly. He had sensed Shen An’s strength. Or rather, the moment he entered the Sword Domain, his strength, which was now close to a level ninety Titled Douluo, was suppressed quite a bit. The bald Soul Sage and the others, hearing Wang Wei’s words, their faces suddenly stiffened. Weren’t they the backbone of the Black Tiger Sect? How did they suddenly become rations? A chill that made one’s hair stand on end shot up from their tailbones to the top of their heads. Shen An looked at the seemingly crazed Wang Wei and frowned. He remembered the black tiger he had met in the Star Dou Great Forest that day. Thinking was thinking, but Shen An’s hands were not slow. He was clearly over a hundred meters away from Wang Wei. But Shen An seemed to flash, suddenly materializing from a drop of broken sword rain, drawing his sword and slashing. This was precisely one of the wonderful uses of the Sword Domain. Any wisp of sword qi scattered within the Sword Domain could become Shen An’s true body. Wang Wei was also completely unprepared. It was his years of combat intuition that made him instinctively take a step back. "Tss!" The sound of a sharp sword cutting through flesh was heard. A deep, bone-visible sword wound was cut on Wang Wei’s face. Blood flowed out from the cut flesh, and a feeling of pain spread throughout his body. But Wang Wei was trembling all over, as if this were a great pleasure. He wiped the blood from his face with his thick fingers, then put it in his mouth to suck, a look of intoxication on his face, as if it were the most wonderful thing in the world. "You are so strong! I really want to eat you more and more!" Wang Wei said with an evil tone, the seventh soul ring behind him suddenly shining brightly. He transformed into a giant black tiger about six meters long, let out a low, angry roar, and pounced at Shen An without any hesitation. It really is the black tiger from that day. That ultimately evil soul beast should be hiding in this sect. A great killing intent rose in Shen An. A single soul beast actually causing chaos and disaster in a city. It truly deserves to be killed! The black tiger transformed from Wang Wei either tore or bit, or slapped or smashed or roared, displaying the advantage of a fierce tiger to the fullest. One after another, powerful and unique soul skills were released. Let alone a Soul Emperor, even a Soul Sage would probably die at Wang Wei’s hands. Even an ordinary Soul Douluo would not dare to say they could withstand Wang Wei’s offensive. This was the Sect Master of the Black Tiger Sect, ranked second among the lower four sects. What’s more, after serving the Dark-Devil God Tiger, his skills were even stronger. And his muddled mind made him fearless of death, like a real wild beast. In the three-hundred-meter Sword Domain, Shen An freely changed his form. Countless sword qis were all his avatars, and the longsword in his hand was even more peerlessly sharp. Every time Wang Wei thought he was about to attack Shen An, Shen An would transform into another stream of sword qi, making him even more frantic. "Roar roar roar, do you dare to face me head-on!" Wang Wei, having been toyed with for a long time, said such a brainless thing. Shen An said indifferently, "Come!" The black tiger transformed from Wang Wei showed a human-like, crazed smile. The malice in its scarlet eyes grew even stronger. The eighth soul ring behind him emitted a boundless might. "Black Tiger Heaven-Breaking Strike!" Seeing that Shen An was really not planning to dodge, the smile on Wang Wei’s face became even more wanton. This strike of his had no extra effects, only pure attack! Let alone a Soul Emperor, even a Soul Douluo of the same level, no, even a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo would not dare to say they could definitely block it! The Nine Leaf Sword Grass shone with a clear brilliance. The sword qi within the three-hundred-meter Sword Domain all gathered. "Sword Style - Soaring to the Heavens!" The bald Soul Sage and the others seized the opportunity to escape Shen An’s Sword Domain. They were very panicked at this moment, not only because of Shen An’s formidable combat power, but also because of their Sect Master’s words and actions. The tone in which he called them rations with every word made them feel as if they were fish on a chopping block. But they, who had escaped the Sword Domain, did not show a smile. On the contrary, an even deeper fear was reflected in their pupils. What did they see? A nearly nine-meter-long giant black tiger, its scarlet eyes showing a human-like malice. Oh no, we’ve really entered the tiger’s mouth.