Chapter 79: Why Are You Here If You Aren’t an Evil Soul Master?

Facing the twelve corpse slaves charging toward him, Xiao Yan remained calm. An ancient voice emerged from his lips: "Such a familiar aura. Disgusting, yes, but still oddly nostalgic."

As the words fell, Xiao Yan's eyes emitted a faint gray light. With his fingers forming a blade, a pale gray flame ignited at his fingertips. The corpse slaves froze the moment they entered within a few meters of him.

"A mere corpse necromancer dares to flaunt such inferior necromancy in front of me, Electrolux, the Scourge of the Undead and Holy Necromancer!" The voice grew cold, and with a sudden increase in intensity, the gray flame at Xiao Yan's fingertips erupted. At the same time, the gray spirit ring around him expanded, enveloping the twelve corpse slaves in its eerie glow.

"The gray flames… this power might actually help Flame Mantra evolve," Yao Lao muttered, his tone tinged with curiosity as a faint white light flickered on the black ring.

The corpse slaves trembled before falling eerily still. Their empty, lifeless eyes shifted toward the Death Envoy, now filled with burning hatred.

"What… What are you doing?!" The Death Envoy's face twisted in horror. No matter how much soul power or techniques he poured into controlling the slaves, they refused to respond. Even his last resort—forcing them to self-destruct—failed.

Gradually, the gray flame flickered within their eyes, and slivers of consciousness began to return.

Electrolux's ancient voice resounded again, laced with disdain: "A true necromancer controls souls, not mere vessels. Without grasping the secrets of the soul, you are nothing but a corpse master playing with bodies, no matter how strong your power."

He added, his tone now softer, "He killed you, yet I grant you the chance to avenge yourselves. Once your hatred subsides, your souls shall be cleansed."

Restored to partial sentience, the corpse slaves, who had been tortured into their current forms by the Death Envoy, turned and charged at him with overwhelming ferocity.

Within moments, the twelve slaves tore the Death Envoy into pieces, his agonized screams echoing for miles.

As the Death Envoy perished, the corpses of the slaves wavered, their forms breaking apart. Wisps of gray mist rose from their remains, faintly revealing human-like faces. Their expressions were no longer filled with anger but instead calm and gratitude.

Their imprisoned souls cleansed, the corpses disintegrated into bones at an alarming rate. Soon, only skeletal remains lay scattered across the cave floor.

"It's been a long time since I've used necromancy. Familiar, yet so foreign… I enjoy this feeling," Electrolux mused. "Once, I harbored deep hatred. Now, there is only peace. Xiao Yan, I must rest again. I look forward to our next meeting—may you carry forth the legacy of necromancy."

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The gray light in Xiao Yan's eyes gradually faded as he regained control of his body. He coughed violently, quickly retrieving a Qi Recovery Pill from his storage ring and swallowing it.

"Teacher, someone is coming," he muttered, his tone grim. The previously silent chamber echoed with faint footsteps. Xiao Yan's gaze shifted toward the dark tunnel, his expression darkening.

"I sense several presences," Yao Lao replied. "Two of them… feel familiar."

"Who?" Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed, cold light flashing in their depths.

"The bull from Shrek Academy and the master of the White Tiger Duke's household," Yao Lao said. "When I was in a deep slumber within the ring, I vaguely felt his presence."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression twisted. Blood surged to his head as the approaching footsteps grew louder.

Biting his lip, Xiao Yan bowed his head in silence before speaking through gritted teeth. "Teacher, I might need your help again."

"Are you planning to kill him outright?" Yao Lao asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Xiao Yan exhaled deeply, his eyes flickering with hesitation and a trace of murderous intent. "No. Today, I simply wish to leave. I won't borrow anyone's strength for my mother's revenge."

"Haha, that's the spirit," Yao Lao chuckled approvingly.

At that moment, dozens of figures emerged from the darkness. Leading them was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his forties. His striking blue eyes, set in a face chiseled with stern resolve, glimmered with twin pupils. He was none other than Dai Hao, the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire.

Behind him trailed Elder Xuan, the Glutton Douluo, along with an array of White Tiger Guards.

Upon spotting Dai Hao, Xiao Yan's face darkened. A surge of heat coursed through his veins as his hands clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms.

"Xiao Yan?!" Elder Xuan's sharp voice echoed as his pupils constricted. "I didn't expect you to be the leader of this Death Bandit Group… and an Evil Soul Master at that. No wonder you killed a member of Shrek Academy!"

Silence fell, thick and oppressive.

Dai Hao's face froze as he turned his gaze toward the black-robed youth standing not far away. Something about the boy struck a familiar chord deep within him. Trembling, he asked, "Elder Xuan, what did you just say? He… he's the one who killed Hua Bin?"

"Yes, this is Xiao Yan—the one who killed your son, Dai Huabin," Elder Xuan confirmed, his voice laced with frost.

Xiao Yan smirked coldly, his gaze shifting to the approaching figures. "Accuse me all you want, but do you have any proof I killed him? And don't pin baseless crimes on me. I'm here to eradicate these Evil Soul Masters. Since when does that make me one of them?"

Elder Xuan sneered, "Proof? If you didn't kill him, why did you suddenly disappear from Shrek Academy? Why are you in a place infested with Evil Soul Masters? Evil Soul Masters are everyone's enemy. You won't leave here alive."

Xiao Yan's eyes turned cold, his patience thinning. "Proof? Fine, say I did kill him. Do you think you have what it takes to stop me? If anyone here isn't afraid to die, come at me."

He stepped forward toward the exit, calm and unhurried, his face devoid of fear.

"Arrogant!" Dai Hao bellowed. "White Tiger Guards, apprehend him!"

The guards surged forward, surrounding Xiao Yan. Without hesitation, they unleashed advanced melee soul tools, their combined strength enough to subdue most opponents.

"Teacher, I'll need your help," Xiao Yan murmured.

As his words fell, a surge of soul energy erupted from his body. His eyes turned a chilling white as Yao Lao's voice resonated: "Brat, I've been overusing my strength. We'll fight our way out, but I'll need to rest after this."

"Understood," Xiao Yan replied, his grip tightening on the Heavy Xuan Ruler. Spinning the weapon, he unleashed a whirlwind of destruction.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The black ruler carved through the encirclement, sending shards of metal flying. The guards' weapons shattered, and their owners were flung against the walls.

Dai Hao's expression darkened. "How is this possible? Is he… a Titled Douluo?"

Elder Xuan shook his head, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yan. "Impossible. He must be using some forbidden technique—only Evil Soul Masters rely on such methods!"

As Elder Xuan charged, releasing his martial soul, a sudden green flash shot from Xiao Yan's sleeve, striking the elder's arm with explosive force.

"Ah!" Elder Xuan recoiled, his face paling as he cradled his injured arm.

From Xiao Yan's sleeve emerged a tiny, emerald scorpion—the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion.

"What is that?!" Elder Xuan and Dai Hao stared in shock as Xiao Yan calmly fed the scorpion a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Essence.

Patting the scorpion's head, Xiao Yan smiled wickedly. "Little one, take care of him for me. There's more essence if you do a good job."

The scorpion chirped happily, its body glowing with chilling energy as it prepared to attack.

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