The four Title Douluos all possessed attack-type Martial Souls: blade, spear, jackal, and leopard. Their frames made it obvious that they had once been powerfully built, but now they were little more than skin and bones. Reaching the Title Douluo level had likely cost them an unbearably painful price. Even with the combat strength of Title Douluos, they would not have much longer to live.
More importantly, at the same level, their combat power might not even match Old Poison's.
"Haha. That's right. They're all Title Douluos who forcibly drained their potential and even their life force to improve themselves. Their combat power may be weaker than that of normal Title Douluos, but their levels are still quite respectable." Xie Xue Douluo admitted it generously, seeming certain of victory, as though he were deliberately toying with Qian Renxue and the others.
He glanced at Qian Renxue and clapped his hands. "Two more, come out. There are quite a few Title Douluos on the other side as well."
Whoosh, whoosh!
As soon as Xie Xue Douluo finished speaking, another two Title Douluo experts emerged from the palace. Their Martial Souls were the White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat, respectively, yet they too were emaciated beyond recognition!
"Well? Take a guess—how many more Title Douluos are still inside?" Xie Xue asked mockingly. They did not have many such expendable materials. Every one had to be carefully selected, and before long, they would be used up. Still, this was their only way to temporarily obtain power comparable to that of an entire continent's forces.
Seeing so many Title Douluos, Roxon and his Royal Knights fell silent.
"Fengzhi, this is troublesome." Bone Douluo's expression was grave.
"Uncle Bone, perhaps there will be a turn for the better." Ning Fengzhi curiously glanced toward Xue Qinghe.