The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

Su Ming was shaken away by the energy tide of light and darkness, and his hands were freed from the white tiger's neck.

Suddenly, the boy's wings unfurled, and he soared into the sky. He looked down at the Netherworld White Tiger and raised his hand. Suddenly, a breeze arose around him, with wisps of cool air swirling around him.

Then the airflow grew stronger and stronger, forming a vortex of snow-white clouds amidst the howling wind.

Su Ming unfurled three pairs of wings behind him, and one by one, the blue-purple dragon scales detached, splitting into tiny, sharp fragments that surrounded him. Enveloped by a white, hazy aura, they resembled a white galaxy ring, with each drop of crystalline light shimmering.

The young man was as holy as a god in the sky, surrounded by a hazy, half-white tornado that stretched to the heavens and earth. The thick, white clouds in the sky were pulled into it, and from a distance, it looked as if the clouds of the ninth heaven were being stirred up. The vast white cloud formations swirled, and tiny, crystalline fragments within them shimmered with a cold light.

"Heavenly Waterfall and Flowing Clouds!"

Su Ming suddenly clenched his fist, and the vast white clouds surrounding him swirled rapidly, transforming into a coiled white dragon that descended from the sky, causing a huge uproar.

Roar!

The enormous Netherworld White Tiger appeared tiny amidst the vast vortex of cloud currents, almost helplessly swept into it.

When have people ever seen such a magnificent and grand scene? It was as if a god of the sky had descended. A black-haired boy stood tall in the sky, his black hair flying wildly in the wind. His eyes were deep and profound. Behind him, three pairs of crystal-clear wings shone with a sky-blue radiance, just like the color of the sky, which painted the surrounding area with a surge of blue-white air currents.

Heavenly waterfall and flowing clouds.

This is Su Ming's most dazzling technique to date, a variant of the Thunderstorm Soul Skill, completely abandoning the dark and thunder attributes, making it the strongest single wind attribute wide-range soul skill.

The wind is inherently graceful and agile. The Heavenly Waterfall Clouds are just as its name suggests. The endless flow of snow-white clouds falls down like a magnificent waterfall, washing away the filth of the world. All that can be seen is snow-white and crystal clear, with the Milky Way hanging in the sky.

Surprisingly, the white dragon circling the earth did not cause any violent disturbances, nor did it damage anything. Its gentleness concealed a deadly intent, with its tiny dragon scales buried in the snow-white storm, annihilating everything in its path.

Because of the similarity in the form of expression, Su Ming originally wanted to name it "Sword Storm", but later he realized that this beautiful and gorgeous picture should not be given such a crude name, so he racked his brains and came up with "Heavenly Waterfall and Flowing Clouds".

As the curtain of miracle fell and everything settled, the figures of a man and a woman appeared in the center of the storm. Their bodies were covered with tiny blood lines, but thankfully they were incredibly tough in their Netherworld White Tiger forms, and the damage was split between them after the Martial Soul Fusion Skill ended.

Even so, I still need to stay in bed for one or two months.

"We've lost," Xie Huanyue said bitterly. Even if he was known for his strongest defense, could he really withstand such an attack? It was better to face reality and admit defeat decisively.

Su Ming descended slowly, his azure wings radiating a soft glow, surrounded by purplish-blue dragon scales that made him appear like a god.

"Should I do it myself, or will you go down there by yourself?" he asked Ning Tian.

The elegant and graceful girl decisively jumped off the ring herself.

Tang Li glanced at Su Ming curiously, then turned and gracefully left.

"Qiongqi won the first match of the semi-finals. It was a truly amazing performance," the commentator exclaimed.

Gu Yuena, who had secretly come from the audience to study her competitor, had a serious expression on her face.

Su Ming has only just revealed the tip of the iceberg of his strength, demonstrating his mastery of wind attributes to the extreme. She asked herself honestly, in terms of wind attributes alone, she was just one step behind.

Chapter Ninety-One Abstention

As Gu Yuena was lost in thought, she suddenly saw the black-haired boy walking towards the lounge turn around and smile, his eyes seeming to have noticed her.

"Tsk! This guy's senses are pretty sharp." The girl pursed her lips, recalling past events, feeling resentful. She wished she could find an opportunity to hang Su Ming up and beat him.

This is the perfect opportunity. Su Ming's teammates are a bunch of unremarkable tools, while she has two great generals, Zhuge Liang and Feng Yu. Gu Yuena is determined to avenge the humiliation she suffered at Su Ming's hands.

Su Ming, walking through the players' tunnel, was unaware that he had genuinely not seen Gu Yuena when he turned around earlier; he had simply given her a polite smile amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience.

After returning to the lounge, taking a shower, and changing his clothes, Su Ming felt somewhat tired.

Today's series is not going to be easy. If the Netherworld White Tiger is considered as a martial soul, its quality is no worse than that of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. The two are at the same level.

Legend has it that the Dark Demon Evil Tiger mutated from the divine beast White Tiger. The former represents darkness, while the latter represents light, and the Netherworld White Tiger is right in the middle, possessing the power of both light and darkness.

Upon returning home, Su Ming habitually called out, "I'm home."

Although it was summer and the weather was very hot, Su Xuan'er, who was at home, was wearing a cool and breathable pure white silk shirt on her upper body, with her chest full, and only a pair of hot pants on her lower body. Her two fair and slender legs were exposed to the air without any restraint.

Even though he was used to seeing his sister's beauty, a hint of amazement still flashed in Su Ming's eyes. He couldn't help but glance at her thighs a few more times, and he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that his sister's charm had increased again.

"You're back! I made some milk tea myself. Would you like to try some?" Su Xuan'er held up a cup of milk tea in her hand, crossed her legs, and swung one of her fair, delicate feet around as she smiled.

"Mm." Su Ming nodded without looking to the side. As he approached to pick up the milk tea from his sister's hand, he noticed that Su Xuan'er playfully took the milk tea away.

"Ok?"

Su Ming looked at her with a puzzled expression, somewhat speechless.

The older sister blinked her bright, sparkling eyes, held the milk tea high, straightened her back, revealing an amazing curve, and her full, flesh-colored white silk blouse was about to burst out.

Su Ming felt a sense of déjà vu. He remembered that when he was little, his older sister also liked to tease him like this. Back then, he was still a baby and could play around with Su Xuan'er without any worries. Occasionally, they would snuggle together, which was quite comfortable. But it wouldn't be appropriate now.

"Sis, stop fooling around, are you still a child?" the boy said speechlessly.

The gentle and elegant woman chuckled, her raised hand still not falling. She gestured with her lips, indicating for her younger brother to come and snatch it.

Su Ming sighed helplessly, "Are you so free every day? Don't you need to cultivate?" As he spoke, he suddenly rushed forward with lightning speed and reached out to snatch it away.

But Su Xuan'er had already anticipated her younger brother's lack of martial ethics, so she quickly moved the milk tea in her hand behind her and leaned her body back as well, resting her plump and soft body on the sofa.

But given Su Ming's current height, with his sister sitting down, he won't be unable to reach her like he used to.

The boy tiptoed, reached out and grabbed Su Xuan'er's flawless white wrist. His five fingers climbed up her fair palm and slowly pried open his sister's jade fingers.

"Hahaha, do you think I'm still a child?" Su Ming laughed smugly.

Su Xuan'er smiled and released her left hand, letting the milk tea fall into her younger brother's hand.

Before Su Ming could be happy for long, she wrapped her right arm around the boy's waist and hugged him tightly.

Ah!

Caught off guard, Su Ming leaned forward, pressing against a soft, warm body, the weight pressing against his chest making it hard to breathe.

He reacted quickly. Just as he was about to prop himself up with his hands and leave his sister's embrace, he suddenly found a warm and soft little hand gently wrapping around his right hand, the five fingers interlocked tightly.

Su Ming's eyes widened, and he gasped. At this moment, he was holding a milk tea in his left hand, but both his hands were restrained, and he leaned weakly against Su Xuan'er.

"You might not lose out this time, but I'll make a killing," Su Xuan'er said playfully, wrapping her arms around her brother's waist so he couldn't exert any force.

"Hiss~." Only then did Su Ming realize that the posture between the two was somewhat ambiguous, because his body was completely leaning against his sister, while she was lying on the sofa, making it look like a young boy was on top of a mature and charming woman.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself, who really made a killing in this round?

Soon, feeling the delicate touch of her skin, Su Ming felt a little awkward. He looked down at his sister and almost fell for it again, as the unfathomable cleavage appeared before his eyes.

The boy glanced at it once and dared not look directly at it again.

Su Ming took a few deep breaths. As a seasoned warrior, he was still used to it. He calmly looked down at Su Xuan'er's charming face and asked, "Is it alright?"

Su Xuan'er hugged her younger brother tightly, buried her head in his chest and took a deep breath. After a moment, she nodded and then shook her head.

"What do you mean?" Su Ming pressed.

"I work so hard to cook for you every day, can't I even hug you for a little while?" Su Xuan'er said with dissatisfaction.

The siblings fell silent.

A moment later, the boy suddenly smiled, revealing a warm and sunny smile. He lowered his head and kissed the gentle woman's cheek, saying, "Thank you, sister." Then he picked up his milk tea and drifted away.

Su Xuan'er was stunned. Her younger brother's smile just now made her feel a little flustered. It was completely different from his cuteness when he was a child. That smile was incredibly handsome.

"Oh no! It's the feeling of falling in love." She cupped her flushed face and suddenly realized that her younger brother had already taken the opportunity to leave her embrace, and she was filled with regret.

Hey, I haven't hugged him enough yet. Am I being tempted by his good looks?

After lying on the sofa in deep thought for a long time, Su Xuan'er smiled and said with emotion, "I've become a teenager, and I'm definitely different now."

On the other side, Su Ming, who seemed completely calm, immediately locked the door as soon as he returned to his room, panting heavily. He suddenly felt that he had really been incredibly brave this time.

The boy looked down and was filled with emotion. Fortunately, he had practiced recoil control a lot when he played games back then.

The two of them, without prior arrangement, fell into a daze in their respective places, seemingly savoring the moment.

"I can't think about this anymore, I need to get some rest." Su Ming glanced at the sky and realized it was getting late, so he quickly shook his head, trying to shake off his chaotic thoughts.

But I still tossed and turned and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

The next day, I could only get up with dark circles under my eyes. When I went to the living room, I thought I would find that my sister hadn't gotten up early to prepare breakfast, which was unusual for her.

Su Ming was confused. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to bother his sister and went out to find something to eat on his own.

"Young Master Su! Good news! [Hermit] has forfeited! We're automatically declared the winner of tomorrow's match!" Luo Hao excitedly burst in, saying this as Su Ming was halfway through his meal in the outer courtyard's cafeteria.

"This means we'll have a two-day break tomorrow, and the championship match is in two days. You can finally get some rest," he said excitedly.

Su Ming asked in confusion, "Why? Why would they forfeit? Weren't those reclusive families supposed to be trying to stop me?"

"Hahaha, they chickened out. After watching yesterday's match, how many people do you think would dare to mess with you? You're now on par with a top-tier Soul Emperor, completely surpassing the younger generation. Even their fathers might not be able to defeat you."

Luo Hao burst into laughter, but he couldn't help but feel scornful in his heart. It was not honorable for him to cling to someone's coattails, but it was better than them cowering before they even fought.

"How could they be so clever? Don't they have any trump cards up their sleeves?" Su Ming said regretfully, as he had been hoping that the people from the hidden families would bring him some surprises.

"Of course there are, but what trump card can compare to the amplification of the Netherworld White Tiger Martial Soul Fusion Skill + Seven Treasure Glazed Glass and Nine Heart Black Epiphyllum Flower?" Luo Hao said matter-of-factly.

"Actually, our hidden sects may seem very strong, but they all have some problems. Otherwise, why are the sects that dominate the outside world always the White Tiger Sect, the Netherworld Sect, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"If given a choice, who would choose to abandon the allure of the world and live in seclusion?"

Luo Hao sighed. His Qiankun Tower, like Cao Jinxuan's Time-Fleeting Bell, required extremely rare soul rings. His father had long since reached the level of a quasi-titled level 90, but was stuck by just one soul ring.

"That's a real shame. I reckon they're trying to take advantage of Dai Huabin's season being cut short, defeat Youming, and try to improve their ranking so they can get a bigger reward." Su Ming was somewhat disappointed. He felt that with such a lack of ambition, their spirit had probably been worn down by the secluded environment, making them inferior to Dai Huabin.

However, he was looking forward to the battle against the Dragon King led by Gu Yuena two days later.

This time he'll probably have a great time. The Netherworld White Tiger is ultimately just a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and its duration is too short. Su Ming didn't get enough of it.

Chapter Ninety-Two Importance

Su Ming was halfway through his breakfast, and before he could go watch today's [Dragon King] match, a shocking piece of news arrived.

"Hidden Alliance suffered a crushing defeat, being eliminated after a seven-man sweep, with Gu Yuena displaying her invincible power."

Su Ming was not surprised. Gu Yuena's strength was on par with his. Even he could quickly and decisively deal with Youming, let alone the mere Hidden Alliance.

But... looking at the match duration record, he suddenly realized that the end time was the same as his match against Youming.

"This is showing off to me, isn't it? Sure enough, this Silver Dragon King hasn't been beaten up in a long time, and it's jumping up again," Su Ming said, stroking his chin.

The black-haired boy slowly cleared the table, wondering what it would be like to put Gu Yuena and Tang Wutong together. It was incredible that no conflict had occurred.

After finishing his breakfast, Su Ming took a portion home for his sister. He had a rare two-day break, and he planned to study Gu Yuena's weaknesses.