The Fourth Elder spoke with complete confidence.
Hidden in the shadows, Ye Xuan sneered inwardly upon hearing this.
If Tang Chen successfully broke through to demigod, he would indeed become an enormous threat to the Spirit Hall Empire.
However, since Ye Xuan was here, he would never allow that to happen.
Ye Xuan's gaze swept across the nine elders as he rapidly calculated in his mind.
The nine elders were all level ninety-five Titled Douluo. They had mastered the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, and their combat strength rivaled that of level ninety-six or even level ninety-seven Titled Douluo.
Trying to deal with all nine at once was nearly impossible.
He had to eliminate several of them first, weaken their strength, and then pick them off one by one.
Ye Xuan's gaze finally settled on the Ninth Elder, seated at the far end.
Though this Ninth Elder was also a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, the aura emanating from him suggested that he had only recently broken through. His Soul Power had yet to stabilize, making him the weakest link among the nine elders.
I'll start with you.
Ye Xuan condensed a spike of ultimate life energy at his fingertips. It appeared faint and insignificant, yet it contained terrifying power capable of tearing through a Titled Douluo's defenses.
Ye Xuan held his breath and suppressed his aura to its lowest point. Like a leopard lurking in the darkness, he waited for the best moment to strike.
The nine elders continued discussing matters in low voices, utterly unaware that the shadow of death had already silently descended over them.
The instant the Ninth Elder coughed and shifted slightly to the side, Ye Xuan moved.
His figure shot out like a ghost, the life spike at his fingertips carrying an almost imperceptible green gleam