Blood Flowed Like a River

Twelve people, twelve pairs of eyes, their scarlet pupils shining like stars in the night as they charged at Zhao Xuan like a hunting wolf pack.

Zhao Xuan exhaled, then every inch of muscle in his body tensed. Tiny Purple Gold runes sank into his flesh, making it seem as though his entire body was glowing.

His aura sank slightly, and a heavy presence slowly spread outward. Even the ground around him seemed to cave in faintly. The next moment, Zhao Xuan vanished, leaving only a huge crater where he had stood.

Among the dozen or so Black Robe Figures, not one could catch sight of Zhao Xuan. There were Soul Ancestors among them, as well as Soul Saints, but before Zhao Xuan's absolute strength, none of them were worth mentioning.

Starting with the weakest Soul Ancestors, Zhao Xuan began a bloody massacre.

"Bang!"

Zhao Xuan leaped up and kicked a Soul Ancestor in the head. The soul master hidden beneath the black robe had no power to resist and died instantly, becoming a headless corpse.

Scarlet blood and pinkish-white pulp flowed from beneath the black robe, instantly turning the ground into a gruesome mess.

Using the same method, Zhao Xuan dealt with the other Soul Ancestor and several Soul Kings. Before they could react, he easily ended their lives.

The remaining Soul Kings likewise could not withstand the force of Zhao Xuan's kick. With his resolve to kill, his strength was brought out to its fullest, coupled with lightning-like speed. They had no chance to resist. If he still allowed a Soul Ancestor to survive while using the power of a Titled Douluo, Zhao Xuan would have no reason to be proud.

Two Soul Ancestors and several Soul Kings were instantly dealt with by Zhao Xuan. The remaining soul