Tang Hao's expression changed in an instant.
The glimpses of the future he had seen—
From laying the groundwork in Slaughter City and founding the Holy Spirit Cult to using Evil Soul Masters to drag down Spirit Hall and clear the way for Tang San to become a god, every step had been crystal clear.
But Jiang Ming had never appeared in any of them!
How was that possible?
How could he be here?
Beside him, Tang Chen stared hard at the young man by the city gate, his face full of confusion.
Jiang Ming looked utterly ordinary, without the slightest trace of Soul Power pressure.
Yet that ordinariness, paired with his cold, mocking tone just now, made Tang Chen feel that something was wrong.
On the high platform stood tens of thousands of Holy Soul Masters who had just joined the Holy Spirit Cult and been brainwashed to the hilt.
Their expressions changed in an instant. One by one, they glared at Jiang Ming with vicious eyes.
Tang Hao's speech had swept away their shame at being Evil Soul Masters. Now they saw themselves as Holy Soul Masters chosen by destiny.
They were about to overturn Douluo's order and carve out a world of their own.
And Jiang Ming had dumped a bucket of cold water over their heads!
"Where did this reckless brat come from? How dare you spout nonsense on the Holy Spirit Cult's turf!"
"Quit acting so high and mighty! Are you like those hypocritical orthodox soul masters, looking down on us from the bottom of your heart?"
"We were hunted and cast out until we had to hide in Slaughter City just to survive. What did we do wrong?"
"We're Holy Soul Masters now! Not the Evil Soul Masters those people call us. Get that