Plan Number One (Ten Thousand Characters Daily)

Ju Zi held Xu Tianran, whose arms had been almost completely blown to pieces and whose entire body was drenched in blood, and let out a broken, collapsing scream.

Then she forcibly stopped herself and cried out hoarsely, "Activate them! Activate all defenses! Save His Highness, quickly!"

The simultaneous explosion of three Soul Cores was devastating even to a Titled Douluo. Though it lacked Huo Yuhao's combined Soul Power, spiritual power, and killing intent to forcibly restrain it and multiply its might exponentially, it was still lethally powerful.

There was no denying it—whether Xu Tianran lived or died now truly depended on heaven's will.

Zhang Lexuan appeared in the distance and looked toward Xu Tianran, a trace of regret in her eyes.

She was certain that, even as a Titled Douluo, Xu Tianran should theoretically have been unable to withstand that blow. Yet not seeing him breathe his last with her own eyes left her feeling that something was missing.

One of Xu Tianran's actions could barely be considered to have delayed his death by a few hours.

He had instinctively raised his arms to shield himself from the terrifying blast.

But even so, Xu Tianran had only barely held onto his last breath. His arms had been blasted to fragments, and his body, hemorrhaging profusely, was riddled with wounds.

His Titled Douluo-level body had indeed saved him, but at the instant his Soul Power overloaded, the terrifying shockwave from the Soul Core explosions had nearly shattered all the meridians within him.

Cultivating to the Titled Douluo realm with a crippled body had already been a miracle.

Even Shrek—or rather, the Three Empires—had never seen such a ruthless individual.

After all, without legs, one's Soul Power circulation was naturally inferior to others'.

It was only thanks to the sheer power