"What did you say? A Martial Soul Fusion Skill formed by three five-ringed Soul Masters defeated you?" Ye Xishui simply could not imagine such a scene.
"Yes, Mother. If I hadn't broken through to Rank 98 at the brink of death, I would already have died beneath their Martial Soul Fusion Skill."
After getting beaten, he went looking for his mother.
Zhongli Wu had made the right choice, because only two Limit Douluo could intimidate Mu Xuanheng and the others.
Ye Xishui did not choose to set out personally. Instead, she sought out Xu Tianran.
Likewise, Xu Tianran could not believe their assessment.
"National Preceptor, could this matter be false?"
Ye Xishui raised a brow. "Oh? Does Your Highness the Regent Prince think that the Holy Spirit Cult's leader would use his own life to deceive you?"
"I wouldn't dare. It's only that these demands of yours, National Preceptor..."
Ye Xishui demanded that war be launched immediately, and she also demanded several hundred thousand lives to complete her Death God Tower.
In truth, these were one and the same demand. Once the war began, several hundred thousand lives would be no more than the outcome of a single campaign.
"Does Your Majesty think I'm joking with you? If the combat strength of five rings can force a Rank 97 Super Douluo to flee for his life, then what do you think they'll be like as six-ringed Soul Emperors? After reaching seven rings, who in this world will still be able to defy their power?"
Xu Tianran knew this was not alarmist talk.
"Our original plan was to have Holy Cult disciples test their strength. Must we move it forward now?"
Ye Xishui said, "It must be moved forward."
Why would she not want to delay the war? Facing Mu En,