In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 305 Six Years in the Blink of an Eye, Fallen Soul Master Tang Hao

In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed. If we include the year Xiao Huohuo first met in Dormitory 7, F3, before graduating from Notting College, it has been six years.

This is in front of an unnamed village.

A tall, muscular man dressed in a black robe slowly walked out of the village entrance. His ferocious face exuded an almost visible aura of menace. His hands were empty, only clenched into fists, with traces of blood still visible.

The bloodstains did not appear to have come from the man himself, but rather from the splatter of someone else's corpse.

"Feeding...aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"

At that moment, a weak voice sounded behind the man.

The man turned his head back indifferently.

There stood a steward dressed as a staff member of the Martial Soul Branch Hall. He slowly got up from the ground, seemingly unharmed, but for some reason appeared utterly powerless.

"Why would someone as powerful as you kill these villagers? What grudge did they hold against you?"

The Spirit Hall steward said, somewhat devastated.

Upon hearing this, the man in the black robe remained stiff, his expression unchanged.

Normally, he wouldn't explain to these ants.

However, considering that he was in a good mood today...

"Hmph."

The man groaned twice, his voice noticeably heavy and unpleasant, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Afterwards, he exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly uttered a somewhat hoarse voice:

"I don't know them."

"Then why?!"

The deacon then shouted angrily.

Why...?

The man narrowed his eyes, a strange blackish-purple light flashing within them.

"There's no reason why, and I didn't want to either. But they were just too weak, and there were just too many of them."

"What...what do you mean?"

The steward was puzzled.

The man fell silent, for a divine voice resonated in his mind.

"Rakshasa's Three Tests: You have acted unjustly, your hands stained with the blood of ten thousand. You have passed the test!"

A slight smile finally appeared on the man's stiff face.

He was none other than Tang Hao, who had been traveling around all these years for the Rakshasa God Test.

It turns out that Tang Hao had already begun his plan for the third trial of the Rakshasa God six years ago after leaving Holy Soul Village.

At the beginning, or rather in the last few years, he has always been quite "proud". After all, he is a titled Douluo and a Soul Master who has received a certain education since childhood. So naturally, he would not casually set the target of the third test of Rakshasa on ordinary people.

The act of a Soul Master wantonly slaughtering ordinary people is despised even in the dog-eat-dog world of Soul Masters. People who do such things may even become rats that everyone in the Soul Master world hates.

Therefore, Tang Hao always focused his efforts on evil spirit masters and villains across the continent for his third trial mission of the Rakshasa, which required "killing ten thousand people".

But the mainland is so vast, and with the Spirit Hall always in charge of maintaining order, where could Tang Hao find so many villains for him to kill?

Without much thought, Tang Hao could only do his best to search the mainland.

And so things dragged on, until this year. When Tang Hao realized that the deadline for the third test of Rakshasa was approaching, and that he was still quite far from achieving his mission objective, he finally couldn't suppress his evil thoughts any longer.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the largest group on the continent, the one who had the least power to resist him, and who would not cause him or the Haotian Sect any trouble: ordinary people!

These guys who aren't even Soul Masters mostly live in villages where Soul Masters are rare, like Holy Soul Village. So if he just quietly wipes out a few villages, wouldn't he be able to easily achieve his goal...?

Under such temptation, Tang Hao might have been able to remain unmoved, but as the deadline for the Divine Examination drew closer, and with the murderous aura and negative emotions that had gradually accumulated from killing people all these years, Tang Hao could no longer resist.

He has already sacrificed so much for the Rakshasa God Trial, including his beloved Ah Yin... Therefore, he cannot give up the God Trial for the sake of the lives of some ants! He wants to become a god, he wants everything!

It has to be said that the Rakshasa deity is a thing that can create lunatics.

Of course, Tang Hao was very clever, or rather, very cautious. He neither killed any members of the Spirit Hall during the "village massacre" nor, more importantly, revealed his own spirit! Each time, after swiftly slaughtering a village, he would leave immediately, not giving the few remaining members of the Spirit Hall a chance to react.

The reason for not revealing his spirit is self-evident. As for not killing members of the Spirit Hall, it's because Tang Hao didn't want to escalate the matter and attract even more powerful Spirit Hall spirit masters to hunt him down.

Otherwise, his identity might be exposed in the long run, and if it were, it would undoubtedly implicate the Haotian Sect, which Tang Hao was unwilling to do.

"You should be glad you're wearing this outfit... no, or maybe you'll regret it in the future, who knows?"

Tang Hao said this inexplicably, then turned his head away, ignoring the steward, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, another burst of laughter came from behind him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tang Hao frowned and asked.

The deacon's laughter was tinged with sadness, yet also with a sinister glee!

"Fallen Soul Master! No matter what your background is, no matter who you are, you can never escape the identity of a Fallen Soul Master in this life and for all eternity!"

"A Fallen Soul Master..."

Tang Hao muttered to himself, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Are you courting death?!"

"Ha ha……"

The deacon smiled again.

"You want to kill me? It's too late!"

"You should know that anyone who can be judged as a Fallen Soul Master by my Spirit Hall will definitely be hunted down by powerful experts. You are just a Fallen Soul Master, at most a Soul King. You are an absolute big shot to me, but not to the Soul Saint."

"It can only be said that you are getting your just deserts. Recently, a cardinal from my Martial Soul Branch Hall happened to be in this area on business. Your actions these past few days have been too blatant, and it's too easy for them to figure out your intentions."

"Not long ago, my colleagues from the Martial Soul Branch Hall in another village reported your situation. Just before you stepped into this village, the bishop sent someone to inform me that you were very likely to come, and that I should prepare in advance. He will also come to check on you in person later."

"Unfortunately, I was still a step too late..."

The deacon's voice gradually faded.

Tang Hao's face remained expressionless; he simply turned his head back to its normal position.

Suddenly, a red figure leading a group appeared on a distant hill.

(End of this chapter)