Chapter 109: The Pact

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"He will eventually fight his way up here. No one can escape," a 98th-level Super Douluo prisoner suddenly spoke in the eighth layer of the Slaughter Hell, revealing a brutal truth.

Upon hearing this, the other prisoners fell silent. They had already been stunned by Shui Wuya's overwhelming strength during each of his brutal battles.

With the Blood-Ice Domain activated and wielding the ninth-level soul tool, the Slaughter Snow Spear, it was only a matter of time before Shui Wuya reached the eighth layer.

About half an hour passed, and after the last evil soul master in the fourth layer was struck down by Shui Wuya's spear, he stopped his slaughter, finally taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Finally reached 70th-level," he said, feeling the surge of soul power that had just propelled him into the Soul Saint level. He had also crafted the eighth-level Illusion Crystal Orb, advancing to the rank of eighth-level Soul master.

"Wuya, let me take you to get your next soul ring," Shui Yuanchen, who had appeared beside him, said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Where are we going, Uncle?" Shui Wuya asked, unsure of his seventh soul ring choice even though he had just reached the required soul power level.

"The Ice Wind Valley. It has been waiting for you," Shui Yuanchen replied, hinting at something profound.

Shui Wuya's pupils narrowed slightly, and excitement grew within him. He'd always been curious and eager to see the Ice Phoenix, a legendary creature from the Shui Family's history.

"Let's go," Shui Yuanchen said, leading Shui Wuya out of the Slaughter Hell.

No sooner had they left than the Slaughter Hell erupted into a frenzy.

"Ha, that old goat left the Slaughter Hell!"

"This is our chance to escape!"

"Shui Yuanchen, just you wait! I'll wipe out your entire Shui Family once I get out!"

The remaining prisoners roared with madness, spewing curses and laughter, as some of the more deranged ones began yanking the steel needles out of their bodies, attempting to break out of their cells.

But just then, a terrifying aura of extreme ice swept through the Slaughter Hell.

"Boom!"

A wave of immense ice energy appeared out of nowhere, instantly freezing several of the most rebellious prisoners into ice sculptures, which shattered into countless pieces.

"Anyone who defies me will be executed without mercy!" a voice as cold as ice came from the ninth level of the killing hell, ringing in the ears of every prisoner.

The person who spoke and took action was none other than Shui Yanjun. When Shui Yuancheng left the Slaughter Hell, Shui Yanjun naturally took on the responsibility of maintaining order in the prison.

Most prisoners, upon witnessing Shui Yanjun's brutal methods, chose to stay quiet, fearing they might be his next target. However, there were exceptions. A few prisoners saw Shui Yuanchen's departure as an opportunity to escape from the Slaughter Hell.

"Shui Yanjun, huh? I never expected the little brat from the Shui Family to become a Titled Douluo," the 99th-level Ultimate Douluo Shui Songshan remarked from the eighth layer, his tone sounding like praise but laced with sarcasca.

"Little Shui Family brat, dare you let me out for a duel?"

Following this, the last Tang Sect patriarch, Tang Qinglin, who had been silent for some time, burst into a manic laugh, seemingly trying to provoke Shui Yanjun.

But Shui Yanjun wasn't someone with a simple mind. Ignoring the taunts from the eighth layer, he continued to enforce order.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sun and Moon Empire's Evil Eye Forest, a frantic chase was unfolding.

A massive 100,000-year soul beast was furiously pursuing a group of soul masters.

"Roar!"

The soul beast's roars echoed through the forest. Though this wasn't its territory, it was determined to kill the soul masters ahead.

However, after almost a quarter of an hour, the soul beast still couldn't catch up with them. As its rage began to subside, it suddenly realized it had entered the core area of the Evil Eye Forest. Fear gripped its heart—it knew the dangers of this place and immediately tried to change direction and fly away.

But before it could act, a terrifying beam of spiritual power descended from the sky, enveloping the soul beast.

"Roar!"

The beam of spiritual power forcefully invaded the soul beast's mind, causing it to scream in agony. The beast's cries continued for several seconds before it died on the spot.

The soul masters who had been fleeing from the beast emerged from the edge of the Evil Eye Forest's core area, while a group of black-robed soul masters appeared from behind.

"We salute you, Master!"

The soul masters who had been chased rejoined the group of black-robed soul masters, kneeling before a leading black-robed man.

"You did well."

The black-robed man nodded in approval. He could have killed the 100,000-year soul beast himself, but doing so wouldn't have allowed the powerful entity in the core of the Evil Eye Forest to absorb its spiritual energy. That's why he had the soul masters lure the beast deeper into the forest.

Then, the black-robed man turned his gaze toward the depths of the Evil Eye Forest's core area.

"This 100,000-year soul beast is a gift for the Evil Emperor. The Holy Spirit Cult has completed the task for the Evil Emperor. Now, we ask the Evil Emperor to appear."

The black-robed man shouted, his voice infused with spiritual power.

Moments later, a violent gust of wind rose from the core area, followed by the sudden manifestation of a massive eye in the sky.

"Greetings to the Sovereign of the Evil-Eyed Tyrant."

The black-robed man inclined his head, indicating respect for the giant eye's identity. It was none other than the Sun and Moon Empire's most powerful soul beast, the nearly 800,000-year-old Evil-Eyed Tyrant Sovereign.

"Zhongli Wu, you are indeed a trustworthy partner," the Evil-Eyed Tyrant Sovereign said, recognizing the black-robed man as the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Zhongli Wu.

Behind Zhongli Wu stood a group of soul masters, all of them from the Holy Spirit Sect and known as evil soul masters.

"Have them come forward. I will now fulfill our agreement," the Evil-Eyed Tyrant Sovereign said, his voice resonating across the forest.

Zhongli Wu looked back, and eight young soul masters, all dressed in black robes, flew forward to stand beneath the giant eye.

Two among them were women—one surrounded by sinister flames, the other emitting a faint blue glow.