"What are you standing around for?!"
Xue Beng's voice was hoarse with rage as he pointed toward where Dai Mubai had left and roared.
"All of you, go beat him up! Whoever cripples him today will receive ten thousand Gold Soul Coins from this prince!"
The lackeys shrank back from the beating they had taken, exchanging glances with hesitation in their eyes.
They had all witnessed the burst of Soul Power Dai Mubai had displayed just now. That was the strength of a Soul Elder. With their meager skills, charging in would be nothing more than volunteering to be beaten.
"Your Highness, he... he's a Soul Elder..."
One lackey mustered his courage and reminded him in a low voice, but the moment he finished speaking, Xue Beng kicked him in the leg.
"So what if he's a Soul Elder? This prince has plenty of money! A bunch of useless trash—you can't even handle such a simple matter. What use do I have for you?!"
Xue Beng roared furiously and struggled to charge forward again, but the other lackeys held him back with all their strength.
"Your Highness, please calm down! We'll go right now! Right now!"
Forced into a corner by Xue Beng, the lackeys could only grit their teeth and agree.
They had already cursed Xue Beng a thousand times in their hearts—this wasn't going to beat someone up. It was clearly going to get themselves killed!
They exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding, but they could only try to reassure themselves.
The five of them were all Soul Grandmasters facing a single Soul Elder. They might not be completely without a chance.
"Let's do this!"
Someone shouted under his breath. The five simultaneously circulated their Soul Power and cried out in unison:
"Bell Bird! Martial Soul Possession!"
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