When they arrived at the main hall, a dignified old man, nearly a hundred years old, was calmly drinking tea.
When he saw Dai Zhirou enter, a smile appeared on his face. "Zhirou, you're back!"
Dai Zhirou said, "Greetings, Uncle War King!"
An eighteen-year-old girl calling an old man nearly a hundred years old "uncle"—little girl, your seniority was a little high!
The War King said, "Rare indeed. You still remember this old fellow."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Taishi Ming.
Though his eyes were calm, Taishi Ming felt as if he had been targeted by a ferocious beast, making every hair on his body stand on end.
However, he also sized up the War King.
Both his legs had been severed, and his left arm was missing.
That was right. This War King was disabled.
It was said that before he turned thirty, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire had fought a great war.
At the time, the War King had already possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo. In that battle, he alone fought three Soul Douluos from the Heaven Dou Empire. In the end, two of them died and one was crippled, but he had paid an enormous price as well.
Both legs and one arm.
After all, this was not an anime, nor was it a novel. This was a real world!
It was impossible for people to fight for ages like in anime and merely cough up some blood or talk about breaking a few bones.
Here, one slash could very well cleave someone in two or cripple them.
Naturally, there were Soul Masters with disabilities.
It was not that they did not want treatment, but healing Soul Masters had their limits too.
Injuries could be healed, but how many