Bloody Killing of the Evil Soul Master

Golden Crocodile Douluo moved quickly and quickly led Yu Tianjun to the Wuhun Palace Prison.

This prison is located underground in Wuhun City. It is made of thick granite and special metals to resemble a large cellar. The walls are covered with runes that suppress soul power.

Dim candles were dimly lit on both sides of the passage, casting swaying light and shadow. The air was filled with a damp musty smell and a faint smell of blood.

There are many prisoners in the prison, most of whom are ordinary soul masters who rely on their identity and strength to commit robbery and theft.

They were detained separately in ordinary prison areas, with special personnel to monitor them every day, and their sentences varied.

The real evil soul master is imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison - a restricted area where even light cannot penetrate.

"For these evil soul masters, it is too cheap to execute them directly."

Golden Crocodile Douluo explained in a deep voice while leading the way.

"Anyone who can be called an evil soul master is considered a small evil if he slaughters a whole family. Anyone with a little bit of reputation has the blood of a village or even a town on his hands."

The passage becomes narrower and narrower, and the temperature gradually decreases.

There are fewer and fewer cells on both sides, but the protection of each one has been significantly strengthened.

The metal fence, which is as thick as a child's arm, is full of spikes. Even if someone inside can open it, the movement will be enough to attract a soul king-level or above watcher.

Finally, the two came to a heavy iron door.

The door is about three meters high and two meters wide, and the whole body is dark black and gray.

Golden Crocodile Douluo took out a simple bronze key with a crocodile emblem engraved on the surface.

"This gate was built by my own hands when I first became a Titled Douluo a hundred years ago."

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Golden Crocodile Douluo inserted the key into the keyhole and made a dull "click" sound when turning.

"It is made from a whole piece of deep-sea sunken iron, mixed with meteorite steel and soul-forbidden stone powder. It is... almost a hundred years old."

The iron gate is half a meter thick and surprisingly heavy.

When Golden Crocodile Douluo pushed it open with all his strength, the door shaft made a harsh "creep" sound, echoing in the silent dungeon.

The door opened.

A strong smell of blood and putrid smell hit his face, mixed with the breath of despair.

What comes into view is a huge circular cell with hundreds of independent cages embedded in the walls.

There is a person locked in every cage - if it can still be called a person.

Most of them have sallow faces and thin skin, with sunken eye sockets, and their exposed skin is covered with old and new scars.

But the most heart-stopping thing is the smell on their bodies.

Even though the soul power has been abolished, the smell of blood that penetrates into the bone marrow is still too strong to be resolved, as if it seeps out from the depths of the soul.

Some people huddled in the corner with empty eyes, while others stared at the two people who came in, with madness and malice flashing in their eyes.

"Their cultivation has been ruined, their foot bones have been shattered, and their meridians have been severed."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice sounded particularly cold in the empty cell.

"What they usually feed are rotten vegetable leaves and sour water, which is only enough to maintain the most basic vital signs - not letting them die, but not making them feel better either."

Relying on the physical fitness of a former soul master, he can't die even if he eats these.

He paused and added.

"This is what they deserve. Compared with the innocent people they tortured and killed, this little pain... is light."

Jade Tianjun looked slightly sideways, there is a reason why Wuhun Palace has been able to stand on the mainland for so long, at least it has really done some practical things for the mainland.

Jade Tianjun glanced at these prisoners, his golden dragon eyes flickering slightly.

He could see that these people were vaguely entangled with the afterimages of countless resentments, which were the last marks left by the souls who died in their hands.

"Let's get started."

Yu Tianjun said lightly.

"Just start with the one on the far left."

Jade Tianjun took out the Golden Dragon Spear. Although these prisoners didn't have much vitality left, they could absorb a little bit.

What's more, this clear perception of the feeling of having their life force drained can be regarded as the last punishment they received before death.

The body of the Golden Dragon Spear was golden, exuding a faint glow in the dim prison cell, in stark contrast to the desperate and depressing environment around it.

There are faint blood lines flowing at the tip of the spear, which are the marks of the blending of Shura's divine power and the blood of Dragon God.

He walked slowly towards the cage on the far left.

There was a middle-aged man in the cage, as skinny as firewood, but with crazy flames burning in his deep-set eye sockets.

Even if his soul power is exhausted, the disgusting smell of blood on this person is still strong.

That is a sign that after killing too many creatures, the souls have been polluted.

"You...who are you?"

The prisoner's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows. He struggled to crawl toward the fence, his skinny fingers clinging to the metal bars.

"Let me out... I can give you strength... I know many secrets..."

Jade Tianjun's face was expressionless, and the golden dragon spear was gently raised.

The tip of the gun was pressed against the prisoner's fingers that were gripping the bars.

"Ah——!!!"

The shrill screams instantly echoed through the cell.

It is not the pain of being pierced through the flesh, but a deeper and more essential deprivation.

The Golden Dragon Spear has begun to drain his life force.

The prisoner could clearly feel that something was being forcibly removed from his body.

That's not soul power or blood, that's something more fundamental.

The origin of life, the foundation of existence.

His skin shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his already sparse hair fell off in pieces, and his eyes quickly became cloudy.

What's even more frightening is that he can "see" his own vitality.

Wisps of light golden mist are flowing along the tip of the golden dragon gun towards the young man holding the gun.

"No...don't...stop..."

The prisoner's voice became weaker and weaker. He tried to loosen his fingers, but found that his body no longer obeyed.

The golden dragon gun seemed to have some kind of adsorption force, locking him firmly.

Yu Tianjun felt it quietly.

He deliberately slowed down his absorption speed.

The vitality transmitted by the Golden Dragon Spear is extremely weak. These prisoners have been tortured for a long time, and the source of life has long been exhausted.

"The smell of your blood is very strong. You have killed at least hundreds of people."

Yu Tianjun's voice was calm and calm, as if he was stating a fact.

The prisoner's pupils shrank suddenly, but he could no longer speak.

"The resentment of those dead souls is still lingering around you."

The golden light flows in Jade Tianjun's golden dragon eyes.

The prisoner's mouth was wide open, but his voice was as thin as a gossamer.

The golden dragon gun's light shone slightly.

The last trace of life force was drained.

The prisoner's body shriveled up completely and turned into a skeleton wrapped in human skin. Then even the bones began to weather and turned into gray-white powder, which rustled on the ground.

In the cage, there was only a pile of ashes.

There was dead silence in the cell.

The other evil soul masters in the cages all held their breath at this moment. They saw the whole process.

How that companion was drained of life bit by bit while he was awake, and finally disappeared into ashes.

Although they all know the fate of being imprisoned here by Wuhun Palace, they also want to live.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have endured the humiliation of eating rotten roots and drinking sour water.What's even more frightening is that the young man holding the gun showed no emotion at all from beginning to end.

There is no anger, no pleasure, or even disgust, just like doing a normal thing.

"Next one."