Zhao Xuan's forceful attack left Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo shocked and enraged. Only a few short minutes had passed from Zhao Xuan's appearance to the deaths of two Titled Douluo. Such terrifying slaughter chilled their hearts. Putting themselves in his place, they too would have found it difficult to survive Zhao Xuan's onslaught.
By the time Zhao Xuan killed the second Titled Douluo, he had finally been surrounded by Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo.
The twelve Titled Douluo around him fixed their gazes tightly on Zhao Xuan. None of them were weak; even the weakest possessed ninety-third-rank Soul Power, while there were as many as five Titled Douluo above the ninety-fifth rank!
These were also the elite among the Titled Douluo Spirit Hall had dispatched this time.
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes at the Titled Douluo surrounding him, and a strange feeling suddenly arose within him. Their positions were rather peculiar, as though they followed some hidden pattern.
Suddenly, waves of powerful Soul Power erupted from their bodies. The multicolored Soul Power formed chains that linked together, eventually transforming into gold. The golden chains tightly encircled Zhao Xuan like a birdcage woven from golden threads.
The change had come too quickly for Zhao Xuan to react. By the time he did, he was already trapped inside.
Staring at the golden threads around him, Zhao Xuan casually clenched his free left hand in the air. A Thunder Long Spear appeared in his grasp, and with a light throw, it shot through the air toward the cage.
However, before it even touched the golden threads, the Thunder Long Spear began to tremble, then vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, the surrounding Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall quietly let out sighs of relief.
Zhao Xuan's expression, meanwhile, turned utterly