Under that terrifying, almost tangible pressure, Tao Zuo was the only one who could barely maintain a bowed posture, though his entire body trembled and cold sweat poured down like rain. The other four Soul Kings had their legs go weak and involuntarily collapsed to their knees.
Their faces were white as paper, and they could not even lift their heads. They felt only that breathing was difficult, that their souls were trembling, as though they would be crushed to dust by this pressure in the next instant! The shadow of death hung over them with terrifying clarity.
A Titled Douluo might be difficult to impersonate due to their fame and identity, but an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo on the verge of becoming a Titled Douluo likewise possessed the power to decide life and death! At this moment, Tao Zuo no longer harbored the slightest thought of testing him or relying on luck. All that remained was boundless fear and reverence.
With a thud, he finally could not hold on any longer. He dropped to both knees, pressing his forehead tightly against the cold stone floor, his voice distorted by extreme terror.
"M... Mercy, my lord! I dare not! I will never speak out of turn again! Please forgive me, my lord! Forgive me!"
As he begged for mercy, he frantically wiped away the cold sweat continuously pouring from his forehead with his sleeve.
The four Soul Kings knocked their heads against the ground like pounding garlic, unable even to beg properly.
Seeing that the intimidation had achieved its effect, Tang Lan sneered inwardly and slowly withdrew some of the pressure he had released, allowing the five of them to catch their breath slightly. Yet he still kept them kneeling on the ground, too afraid to rise.
He needed to pry