Masquerade Ball

Facing the imposing arrival of nine Limit Douluos and dozens of Title Douluos, every faction present changed expression.

Among them were four quasi-gods. If a fight truly broke out, even if the four sides joined forces, they would not stand the slightest chance of victory.

Liu Xiaoxiao swept the area with his spiritual sense and immediately understood the situation.

After some thought, Liu Xiaoxiao decided to directly invoke the Douluo Federation's name to suppress the Church of Truth and the Aether Foundation. As for the Black Demon Society and the Netherworld Hall, he had no intention of letting them off. They could leave a few alive to gather intelligence; the rest would be captured alive if possible and sent to Lin Bo as laborers. If not, killing them outright would be no problem either.

But just then, another change suddenly appeared ahead.

Strands of golden light gathered, and immediately afterward, another group of people appeared out of thin air.

There were around sixty people in this group, all possessing strength at the Title Douluo level. It was an astonishing sight.

Ten thousand years ago, the entire Douluo Continent had fewer than a hundred Title Douluos. Although there were now several hundred, the sudden appearance of sixty still came as a shock.

All of them wore masks, concealing their identities.

The four people at the front were all Limit Douluos, their auras vast and majestic. They were not Evil Soul Masters.

One of the four Limit Douluos stepped forward. "It is our first meeting, His Excellency the Enforcer."

Liu Xiaoxiao raised a brow. It was one thing for them to know he was one of the Ten Sages, but they even knew his identity as The Enforcer. Their background clearly was not simple.

"Who are you?" Liu Xiaoxiao asked.

"I am