"Six-star Dou Saint at the peak?!"
Hun Miesheng's voice suddenly rose.
It was as shrill as a rooster being strangled.
It rang out abruptly through the somewhat oppressive space created by the battle!
His face, long shrouded in gloom.
Was now twisted beyond recognition by extreme shock.
The blood-red vertical mark between his brows.
Throbbed violently like a startled earthworm.
Revealing the terror in its owner's heart.
The other four Soul Hall Dou Saints.
Were struck dumb upon hearing Hun Miesheng's cry.
Their bodies trembled violently beyond their control.
One of the Three-star Dou Saints.
Even staggered backward.
His unsteady figure shot back several miles.
His eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
"No—"
"Impossible!"
Another Four-star Dou Saint's voice also trembled uncontrollably.
Filled with deep self-doubt:
"The intelligence said he was clearly only a Three-star Dou Saint!"
It was as though he were trying to find himself a shred of comfort.
Yet the cruel reality only made his voice grow weaker.
Fine beads of sweat instantly formed on Hun Miesheng's forehead.
Cold sweat slid down his twisted cheeks.
A raging storm had risen in his heart:
"Fuck!"
"It hasn't even been a month!"
"How did his cultivation suddenly go from a Three-star Dou Saint to a Six-star Dou Saint?"
The thought had only just surfaced.
When an even more terrifying guess emerged in his heart like a demon:
"If he keeps cultivating like this?!"
"Won't he become a Dou Emperor directly??"
At that thought.
A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Fear began to gnaw madly at his heart like a venomous snake.
Hun Miesheng suddenly gritted his teeth.
A fierce glint flashed through his eyes:
"No!"
"Absolutely cannot let him continue growing."
"We must nip him in the bud!"
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