The moment he said that, the Soul Saints and Soul Douluos burst into laughter. The gaunt old man in particular seemed to perk up. "Then we'll drink your farewell wine first."
Before the Titled Douluos could react, the elderly Soul Douluo had already unleashed his Soul Rings and released his Martial Soul.
A Curved Blade was gripped in his hand, and his aged figure shone brilliantly beneath the glow of his Soul Rings.
Soul Power Turbulence blasted from the nozzles of his Flying Soul Tool.
Amid the surging Soul Power, the old man charged out with a laugh.
His seventh and eighth Soul Rings lit up in succession. With his Martial Soul Avatar unleashed, more than a dozen Blade Lights as thick as water barrels shot forth.
A series of thunderous explosions rang out as several ultra-high-altitude Soul Tool detectors were sent tumbling by that utterly unrestrained, all-out strike.
Either their Milk Bottles were shattered, triggering Soul Power explosions that burst into brilliant fireworks in the air;
Or their Anti-Gravity Modules were damaged, causing them to fall toward the ground amid crackling beams of Soul Power.
This was, after all, the full-force strike of an 89th-level Soul Douluo—and it was his Eighth Soul Skill unleashed while in his Martial Soul Avatar state. Its destructive power was no weaker than that of an ordinary Titled Douluo.
The Level 7 Defensive Soul Tools mounted on the ultra-high-altitude Soul Tool detectors simply could not withstand such a sudden and terrifying assault.
"Just fight! Don't underestimate us old bastards waiting to die!"
The frail old man walked through the air. His aged body roared with a boldness wholly disproportionate to his frame, while flames erupted from the Flying Soul Tool on his back.
Several hundred Soul Rings of every color reflected one another in