Long Xiaoyao Was Filled with Regret, but What Could He Do?

The Star Luo Empire's Titled Douluo watched helplessly as their companion was sent flying by a laser from that aloof woman. He smashed through a wall, and whether he lived or died was unknown. Then, hearing her icy, bone-chilling words, several suppressed angry snorts rose from the crowd. Some of the more hot-tempered ones had already clenched their fists, itching to rush forward and demand an explanation.

But before they could make a move, their more rational companions firmly held them back.

"Don't act rashly!" an older Titled Douluo warned in a low voice, his tone full of apprehension. "Didn't you see? From beginning to end, she hasn't even released her martial soul or soul rings."

Those words were like a thunderclap, instantly jolting awake every Titled Douluo from the Star Luo Empire present.

Only then did they realize, belatedly, that ever since this aloof woman had appeared, she had remained in her normal state. Let alone possessing soul rings, she had not even summoned her martial soul.

Meanwhile, everyone on their side had already released their martial souls, their soul rings circling around them as they pushed their auras to the limit. Yet even so, they were still at a disadvantage before the invisible pressure emanating from her.

The Titled Douluo exchanged looks, disbelief and embarrassment written across their faces. Their previously surging auras immediately withdrew by more than half. A few quick-witted ones even quietly took half a step back, discreetly putting some distance between themselves and the battlefield.

"Please calm your anger, Senior!" The white-haired Titled Douluo who had spoken earlier stepped forward, piling on a fawning smile. His tone was so respectful it was nearly humble. "We were merely passing through and taking a stroll. We don't know this person you wish to deal with at