The old man stared in disbelief at the four spears piercing through him, his heart filled with confusion.
How could this old man's Martial Soul Avatar and ninety-thousand-year defensive soul skill be so easily pierced and torn apart?
"Bang!"
A shadow flashed past. Second Elder swung the Soul Breaking Spear wreathed in Black Flame and knocked the old man unconscious. Still not feeling secure, he poured an entire large bottle of medicine down his throat and even shattered the bones in his limbs before finally relaxing.
"There really was a Titled Douluo? Where did he come from?"
Rubbing his aching lower back, Second Elder still felt lingering fear.
None of them had expected Dream City to truly contain a Titled Douluo—and a level ninety-five assault-type Titled Douluo at that. He had nearly broken out just now.
Fortunately, the clan leader had noticed in time and informed them to come intercept and surround him.
If not for the sharpness granted by each of their two hundred-thousand-year Breaking Soul Rings, it truly would have been difficult to pierce that thing.
"Don't know him!"
The four elders stepped forward to examine the unfamiliar face, then all shook their heads, indicating they had no impression of him.
"He must have been hiding in secret. Who knows how many hidden Titled Douluo there are on the continent."
Third Elder sighed, though he could understand it.
Not everyone who broke through to become a Titled Douluo chose to step into the public eye. Some became disheartened and wished to live in seclusion. Some chose to serve as the hidden strength of their own factions. Some had powerful enemies and did not dare show themselves. Others were Fallen Soul Masters who had become Titled Douluo.
In short, there were countless reasons. The Titled Douluo on the continent