Swish!
A cyan-gold light flashed across Wang Lin's glabella. A small cyan-gold staff materialized out of thin air, floating beside him.
The woman's red eyes looked at Wang Lin with astonishment. Seven soul rings—Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black—rose from beneath the woman's feet.
Wang Lin did not summon his soul rings. He looked at the Evil Soul Master with a cold expression. Gray patterns suddenly lit up on the cyan-gold staff floating beside him.
The Staff of Life as a whole radiated a dazzling pure white light. The white light was not intense but gave the woman an inexplicable sense of threat.
"The Vengeful Soul Martial Soul, right? Even if you are a Soul Saint, you're unlucky to run into me."
Wang Lin looked at the woman faintly. A thermal current surged throughout his body. His right hand lit up with a brilliant golden light, and a feeling of swelling pain came from various parts of his body.
"Hehehe, my martial soul is not a Vengeful Spirit, but Vengeance..."
Whoosh!
Before she could finish, Wang Lin shot out like an arrow, instantly creating gusts of wind. A dragon claw struck toward the woman with terrifying speed.
But the woman reacted quickly. Almost the moment Wang Lin moved, her sixth soul ring instantly lit up, and she completely dematerialized.
Boom!
Wang Lin passed directly through the woman. He was so fast that he couldn't brake in time, and his entire body slammed into the wall of the hall.
His right arm, along with half his body, was embedded in the wall. The woman's voice immediately rang out.
"...but the Soul of Vengeance, a martial soul of my own creation. Isn't that amazing! Hehehe..." The woman was completely unaffected by Wang Lin's attack.
With that, she couldn't stop laughing. The laughter was full of sorrow.
Crash!
Wang Lin pulled himself out of the wall. The wall, full of cracks, instantly scattered a pile of rubble. He moved his right hand and reached for the Staff of Life floating beside him.
And the woman continued to speak to herself.
"My martial soul comes from hatred. From bone-deep hatred. When hatred reaches its extreme, my Soul of Vengeance appeared..."
The pure white light released by the Staff of Life slowly coated his right arm under Wang Lin's control. The surface of the golden dragon claw seemed to be painted with a layer of white lacquer.
"...I killed her, killed her, killed her! I want revenge, I want revenge. Go to hell, all of you go to hell!"
Just then, the woman's mind suddenly lost control. Her second, third, and fifth soul rings lit up simultaneously. Her hands suddenly made a lifting motion upwards.
A bizarre white mist instantly spread outwards from her body. Countless ethereal white shadows flew out from her body, charging toward Wang Lin like a pack of wolves.
Wang Lin gripped the Staff of Life. The pure white light of purification burst forth instantly. The moment those white shadows touched the light of purification, they instantly disintegrated.
Whoosh!
Wang Lin charged out again, his entire body like a golden meteor shooting forward once more.
This time, the woman's sixth ring lit up again. She clearly wanted to replicate the previous situation, but Wang Lin, whose dragon claw was covered in a layer of purification light, clearly wouldn't let the woman have her way.
As the white-glowing dragon claw approached the woman, the light of purification shone on her, and the originally ethereal figure instantly solidified again.
Boom!
Wang Lin's right hand struck the woman's abdomen with immense force, slamming her heavily into the wall. Half of the sharp golden dragon claw was already embedded in the woman's stomach.
Scarlet blood flowed from the wound on her abdomen. The woman looked at Wang Lin with a cold smile. Blood also spilled from the corner of her mouth.
But she quickly stopped smiling. The light of purification released by the Staff of Life shone on the woman, and countless black tendrils of air evaporated from her body.
A look of terror appeared on the woman's face. The Evil Soul Master, who had been so maniacal just moments ago, was now filled with panic and fear. The terror in her eyes was hard to conceal.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes. Her hoarse voice was full of pleading, and her body trembled incessantly.
"No, please, don't, don't take away my power!!!"
This sudden turn of events stunned Wang Lin. He could feel that the woman was genuinely terrified. Just then, Long Xiaoyao's sigh sounded.
"Alas, Little Linzi, let her go. None of the people she captured were good people."
Wang Lin turned to look at Long Xiaoyao, who emerged from the darkness. He let go of the woman, who immediately fell to the ground, curled up, and began to sob softly.
"Huh?"
Wang Lin was utterly bewildered by this strange sight. What is going on!? He looked at Long Xiaoyao, seeming to want an explanation, but the old Black Dragon shook his head.
"Wait for her to tell you herself."
"Okay!"
Wang Lin nodded. The white light released by the Staff of Life in his hand suddenly became soft and warm.
Light always possessed the power to soothe the heart. The black tendrils of air on the woman's body no longer evaporated, and her emotions gradually stabilized.
"You..."
Just as Wang Lin spoke, the woman suddenly sat up, looked him in the eye, and scrambled backward into the corner, hugging her knees.
"No, please, don't..."
Her hoarse voice was full of terror. Long Xiaoyao sighed softly and said in a deep voice: "Little Linzi, this poor little girl is named Wu Yun. She came from an underground brothel."
Then, Long Xiaoyao lowered his voice.
"When the Holy Spirit Cult found her, she and her sister were covered in signs of torture. Although they killed the madam and all the men in the brothel, they didn't harm any of the other women who suffered with them."
Wang Lin fell silent for a long time upon hearing this. He knew what Long Xiaoyao meant by the underground brothel. The women there were all kidnapped and treated like cattle for pleasure.
"Elder Yi, can you..."
"I can!" Before Wang Lin could finish, Electrolux's voice rang in his ear.
"Master, this is the root cause of why I hate nobles!"
With that, Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the ground. A profound gray light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed, and a speck of gray light entered Wu Yun's glabella.
Wu Yun's emotions instantly became stable. Under the influence of the gray light, the blood-red light in her eyes dispersed, but her gaze remained cloudy. A flush of redness appeared on her pale face.
The ancient voice, mixed with the young voice, simultaneously came from Wang Lin's mouth. The two overlapped, carrying an ineffable solemnity and vitality.
"Hello, my name is Wang Lin. I have not experienced everything you have gone through, so I cannot empathize with you. There are things I won't say, and things you wouldn't want to hear.
But the Soul of Vengeance must have a target for revenge. If you are willing, I will give you a target for revenge. If you are not, you can leave. I will not stop you."
Wang Lin said to the sobered Wu Yun. Perhaps persuaded by the solemnity of the ancient voice, or perhaps infected by the vitality of the young voice.
Wu Yun stared blankly at Wang Lin and reached out her hand, but noticing the residual bloodstains on it, she fearfully withdrew it, then nodded instead.
"Then, tell me about yourself." A gentle smile appeared on Wang Lin's face.