There Is Something Called a Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon

"There is something called a fixed-mounted Soul Guidance Cannon."

"Xiao Yuan, then what should we do?" Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Zhu Zhuqing could not help but panic. Five thousand elite White Tiger Soul Master Legion soldiers and an army of three hundred thousand—such strength was simply terrifying.

Especially after Lu Yuan said that if Xuan Zi and Ma Xiaotao were pinned down by the White Tiger Legion, they would find it difficult to break out even when surrounded by the army, Zhu Zhuqing's worries deepened.

"What should we do? Of course, we fight." Lu Yuan said with a smile.

"How can we fight against so many people? And didn't you say that once we're held back by the White Tiger Legion, no one but Old Long will be able to escape?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"I naturally considered that long ago. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to Star Luo with you so carefree. Have you ever seen me do something I wasn't sure of?"

Lu Yuan asked.

"No!" Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"Then how do you plan to fight? There are too many of them. Even ants can bite an elephant to death!" Zhu Zhuqing said.

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. Dai Tianfeng's preparations are indeed extensive enough. Five thousand elite White Tiger Legion soldiers, plus an army of three hundred thousand—even if three or four Titled Douluo joined forces, they would likely end up defeated and captured. But there are two things he never accounted for," Lu Yuan said.

"What two things?" Zhu Zhuqing asked curiously.

"The first is Old Long. The terror of an Ultimate Douluo can no longer be checked by numbers. Forget five thousand Soul Master Legion soldiers—even ten thousand would be no different. As long as Old Long has