Prince Xue Xing sensed that something was wrong and poked his head out of the carriage.
"Who are you people?"
"You're about to die. Why ask so many questions?"
The newcomer was none other than Spined Pufferfish Douluo.
As he spoke, he released his martial soul and soul rings.
At the sight of those nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—the guards were petrified with fear.
Clearly, the formidable enemy they had encountered was a Titled Douluo.
The Blood Pufferfish Spirit rapidly swelled, and the fifth soul ring shone purple. The hundreds of venomous spines attached to his body shot simultaneously toward the group huddled together.
Every one of those spines carried deadly poison.
The immense force sent each spine flying toward its target like an arrow.
The guards were struck before they could react.
The few who had not been hit did not escape either, for purple poison mist had already drifted over and engulfed them all.
Within the poisonous mist, Prince Xue Xing lost his bearings and had no strength to resist.
The pressure from a Titled Douluo made his body feel as though it had been welded in place, leaving him unable to move.
Dozens of black-clad men launched attacks into the poison mist at the same time.
Amid a wave of screams, the guards were killed or wounded in droves.
Even those who were not killed would soon die from poisoning.
During the time he had supervised the Ordnance Manufacturing Bureau's production of Godly Zhuge Crossbows, Prince Xue Xing had always been cautious. Wherever he went, he was accompanied by a large number of Soul Masters. He had never expected to suffer such a calamity.
He knew these people were from Spirit Hall, but it was already too late.
The poison invaded