Seeing Tang Hao's Nine Soul Rings slowly emerge, Li Wei's mouth fell open.
Huang Lin, standing beside him, stared fixedly at Tang Hao's final Soul Ring. That was Di yihong's Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, very few people possessed Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings. The man before them was certainly no nobody.
"May I ask who you are, Your Excellency?"
"Hong Martial Sect! Tang Hao!"
"So you are Clear Sky Douluo, Your Excellency. I failed to recognize your greatness and treated you with disrespect. Please forgive me!"
As he spoke, Huang Lin directly dropped to his knees before Tang Hao.
"Enough. Didn't you say we needed a Super Douluo? Now that we have one, can the Great Soul Arena assist us?"
Di yihong's voice jolted everyone awake.
Coming back to their senses, City Lord Li Wei looked at Di yihong and the others with a puzzled expression.
With Clear Sky Douluo among them, did Di yihong and his group still care about the Three Great Sects targeting his wife?
"Yes, yes. With Clear Sky Douluo joining us, what is there left for me to worry about?"
Huang Lin hurriedly nodded, then turned and left, immediately spreading the news that the City Lord's Mansion was recruiting.
Yet after the news had been spread for an entire day, not a single person came to sign up.
Looking at the empty registration area, Li Wei sighed anxiously.
Di yihong did not care much. It would be best if someone helped them, but it did not matter if no one did.
In two days, fewer than ten people came to register, and their cultivation was not particularly high either.
Huang Lin had long expected this outcome and personally came to the City Lord's Mansion.
"I'm sorry, City Lord. The