News that all three of Spirit Hall's Soul Master regiments had been wiped out, along with the three Titled Douluo accompanying them, struck like a world-shattering thunderclap. Within three days, it had swept from Spirit City across the entire Douluo Continent.
At first, some scoffed, dismissing it as a rumor spread by someone with an agenda.
Three full-strength regiments, three hundred elite Soul Masters, and three Titled Douluo overseeing them—how could they all be annihilated in a single night without even sending a proper distress signal?
Who would believe that?
Titled Douluo stood at the pinnacle of the continent's Soul Masters. Every one of them was powerful enough to command respect across a region. Even if they lost a fight, surely they could escape. It was impossible no matter how you looked at it.
But then Spirit Hall issued an official announcement. It confirmed the news, named the three fallen Titled Douluo, and even included rubbings of the dragon claw marks found at the scene and samples carrying traces of terrifying Dragon Might. The entire continent fell silent.
There was none of the expected gloating. No sect secretly rejoiced at Spirit Hall's misfortune. Even the two empires and the Upper Three Sects, which had long opposed Spirit Hall from the shadows, felt no relief. In its place came bone-deep fear and an unprecedented sense of alarm.
As the strongest power on the Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall would never joke about something like this.
In the Heaven Dou Empire's palace, Xue Ye slammed the confidential report onto his desk. A fine crack split the costly rosewood. His face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled beyond his control. "Three Titled Douluo?! All dead in one night?!"
Ning Fengzhi stood below in a moon-white robe, but even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile