Inside Alan Village's Council Hall.
Yan Ming recounted the recent events. About half a month ago, Spirit Hall had suddenly launched a surprise attack on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's strongholds in this area.
The strongholds near Spirit Hall's bases had quickly been destroyed.
Yan Ming also explained that the other side had shown no intention of leaving survivors in this fierce retaliation. Every Soul Master inside the strongholds that had been destroyed was killed.
"Damn Spirit Hall."
He had never expected Spirit Hall to be so ruthless. They had even slaughtered these low-level disciples.
Yan Ming, standing beside him, wore a helpless expression. As a mere Soul Saint, what could he do about something like this?
"By the way, Yan Ming, how many Titled Douluo did Spirit Hall send to this area?"
Zhuge Lan asked. Having reached his level, he understood very clearly that the outcome of a major battle mainly depended on the strongest combatants on their side. As for low-ranking disciples, their strength was simply too limited.
Yan Ming thought for a moment before saying,
"Lord Zhuge Lan, openly, I know of one Titled Douluo—the level ninety-four Star Tiger Douluo. But I have a feeling there should be more than just this one Titled Douluo."
"Star Tiger Douluo?"
Zhuge Lan began to think. At level ninety-four, his strength was nothing special. Zhuge Lan alone could kill him. With Sword Douluo, as well as Poison Douluo, who had gone to investigate the truth behind the Golden Light Beast, shouldn't they have an assured victory?
Yet he vaguely felt that things were not so simple.
Suddenly, he thought of that lovely figure. She was definitely a Titled Douluo, and a woman at that. Could Star Tiger Douluo be a woman? The red light she had released did not