A Pack of Lies

Hearing the chaotic footsteps, everyone's expressions turned serious. They knew the real players had arrived.

"Bang!"

A mighty warrior clad in a fitted silver uniform was the first to enter their sight. He raised a hand and shoved open the half-closed door. Under his tremendous force, it slammed into the wall with a deafening crash.

The Shrek group's expressions darkened. Was this meant to intimidate them?

Just then, a gentle voice came from outside. "Bishop Salas, are all Spirit Hall people this rude?"

"Whether Spirit Hall's people are rude is none of Sect Master Ning's concern. Let's go inside first." The other voice sounded unfamiliar, low and somewhat sinister.

Zhao Xuan's expression shifted as he instinctively looked toward Ning Rongrong. Joy appeared on her face. She pushed aside the warrior blocking the doorway and rushed out, followed at once by a delighted cry from outside.

"Father! Grandpa Sword!"

At those words, Flender and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They had not expected Sect Master Ning to come as well. This made things much easier.

Ten hall warriors from Spirit Hall surged inside, cramming the previously spacious room full. They were all tall and imposing, radiating a vigorous, heroic air along with considerable pressure.

The weaker little monsters and the master all felt a slight tightness in their chests. The pressure emitted by even one Soul King was no small thing; the combined presence of ten Soul Kings was far more terrifying.

Their identical silver uniforms, unchanging resolute expressions, and surging Soul Power were entirely undisguised. Every one of these hall warriors was actually a Soul King-level expert!

"What formidable strength," Zhao Xuan could not help but marvel. Spirit Hall might act arrogantly, but it truly possessed the strength to back it up.

Soul King-level soul masters were considered