On a dark, windy night—perfect for murder and arson.
"Tell me, if you pass that information to the Second Prince, will he believe it?" A middle-aged man looked at the old man before him and asked.
Both he and the old man were spies planted in Sun Moon Royal Academy by the Second Prince. Their task was to specifically uncover the academy's outstanding students.
Jin Tianming was their target this time. At such a young age, he had already become a Soul Elder, and his third soul ring was even a ten-thousand-year soul ring, displaying the potential of a Titled Douluo. Later, they heard that he possessed extraordinary talent in crafting Soul Tools. Such talent had to serve the Second Prince!
Hearing the middle-aged man, the old man replied irritably, "We've already sent the information back. Whether His Highness the Second Prince believes it is up to him."
"That's true." The middle-aged man nodded, deeply agreeing with the old man.
"I'm afraid neither of you will hear the answer." A voice drifted through the room.
"Who's there?" The two immediately became alert. Five soul rings appeared beneath one man's feet and six beneath the other's, while Soul Tool weapons swiftly materialized in their hands, both aimed toward the source of the voice.
Soon, the owner of that voice appeared before them.
When they saw the nine soul rings around him—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—their minds went blank.
Their hearts filled with terror. When had we ever provoked a Titled Douluo?
This person was none other than Moxie.
The elderly man quickly calmed himself and forced a composed expression. "Senior, may I ask how we have offended you?"
The middle-aged man's legs would not stop trembling. He was already panicking beyond reason.
This was the first time