Within Star Luo territory, Ironblood City—
At this moment, the noble soul masters were leading their private armies in a desperate battle.
In this war, the combat power ordinary people could display was limited to moving supplies around. Ordinary people could not intervene in the frontal battlefield at all. Only troops tempered through countless battles could barely fight low-level soul masters, while in battles between high-level soul masters, even a slight aftershock could inflict devastating casualties on these elite soldiers.
That was because ordinary soul masters could still be overwhelmed through sheer numbers. But once one reached the level of a high-level soul master such as a Soul Saint, they could rival thousands upon thousands of troops. An ordinary army might be able to hold them back for a while, but it could never defeat or retain a Soul Saint.
This was warfare in a world of the supernatural.
Having gone through no fewer than dozens of wars, Zhu Zhuqing watched everything coldly. Everything she had experienced had long since made her heart as still as iron and stone.
Taking cities and territory bit by bit like this is far too slow. If I want to prove myself, I need results in the shortest possible time.
Having broken through to Titled Douluo and no longer needing to hide her identity, Zhu Zhuqing thought aggressively.
She acted as soon as she decided. As the strongest combatant here, Zhu Zhuqing had no need to fear any enemy. A pair of wings, far more powerful and robust than an Angel's, unfolded from her back, and she vanished from where she stood in an instant.
Kill! Instant kill!
In almost the blink of an eye, two Soul Douluo belonging to the Star Luo Imperial Family died at Zhu Zhuqing's hands. Yet Zhu Zhuqing had