Night had fallen, yet the Star Luo Imperial Palace was brightly lit.
Inside a side hall, Xu Jiawei stood before the window.
He held a scroll of intelligence from the Sun Moon Empire, yet his gaze was fixed toward the southeast, where the battle's fluctuations had come from.
Outside the window, the night sky, once torn apart by golden light, had already returned to calm.
Only the lingering ripples of Soul Power slowly spread through the air, proving that the battle had truly taken place.
"It's gone..."
Xu Jiawei murmured softly, the taut string in his heart finally relaxing.
He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the surroundings, but could no longer detect that icy, sinister fluctuation of Soul Power.
Feng Ling's aura had indeed completely vanished.
Not even a trace remained.
Xu Jiawei knew very well what that meant.
That ninety-eighth-ranked Super Douluo Evil Soul Master had fallen.
Xu Jiawei turned around, walked to the desk, and slowly sat down.
"Ninety-eighth rank..."
A trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.
As the Star Luo Emperor, he was also a Title Douluo himself.
Precisely because of that, he understood even better what the ninety-eighth rank represented.
It was an existence close to the pinnacle of the Soul Master world.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, there were fewer than five known ninety-eighth-ranked Super Douluo.
Every one of them was a strategic force capable of influencing an empire's balance of power.
And Feng Ling, as an Evil Soul Master, was even more terrifying in actual combat than ordinary Soul Masters of the same rank.
In all of Star Luo City, only the master of the Offering Hall, a ninety-eighth-ranked Super Douluo, could contend with her.
But he was already advanced in years, his vitality declining. Though their cultivation levels were equal, his