A Titled Douluo had actually appeared—and one with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, no less.
Their legs trembled, and they didn't even have the strength to get up.
Ye Yuan'er gave them a cold look, then pulled Su Wen along and walked straight inside.
"Y-Your Grace..."
One of them stammered, still trying to say something. Ye Yuan'er raised a hand, and a surge of immense Soul Power burst from her palm.
The man who had spoken felt a force slam into him. A sharp pain struck as it hit, and he let out a muffled groan. His body flew dozens of meters before crashing into a wall with a rumble, leaving him embedded in it. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.
Su Wen said nothing. They had come here to play the villains, after all.
Besides, the Speed Clan really did need to be wiped out.
When they'd encountered Tang San, they'd sided with him with hardly any hesitation.
They'd done a great deal to help Tang San bring the Breaking Clan under his control.
In the future, they would become a core fighting force of the Tang Sect.
They could be considered indirect enemies.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the Speed Clan?"
The moment Ye Yuan'er and Su Wen stepped inside, a figure darted out from the distance.
He was incredibly fast. Six optimal Spirit Rings circled beneath him, and his Martial Soul was unmistakably a Sharp-Tailed Swift.
"How dare you hurt my people? You're looking for—Your Grace!"
The middle-aged man was furious, his face livid. But when he saw the nine Spirit Rings surrounding Ye Yuan'er, especially the final red one, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
He reacted swiftly. His expression changed from dark to bright,