What Mu En said was indeed true.
It was common knowledge in the Soul Master World that only Titled Douluo could stand against Soul Beasts with a cultivation of a hundred thousand years or more.
Even the most extraordinary Soul Douluo would struggle to survive against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Let alone fight one or hunt one down.
Without the protection of Titled Douluo, from now on, all Soul Douluo would have to rely on hunting Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to advance to Titled Douluo.
Not only would the danger of obtaining Soul Rings increase tremendously, but their potential for future growth would also be limited.
After all, as everyone knew, only Soul Masters with at least one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring had the chance to strive for higher levels.
Titled Douluo with nothing but ten-thousand-year Soul Rings could only pray for a miracle if they wanted to break through to Super Douluo.
And which person who had reached the Level 90 bottleneck wasn't a heaven's favorite in the eyes of the world?
Who would willingly settle for second best?
Di Tian's move had struck at the lifeblood of Soul Master cultivation. He had locked down the prospects of every Soul Master's advancement.
Most importantly, as time went on, the overall strength of human Soul Masters—and their high-level combat power—would be weakened by a large margin.
It wouldn't even take long. In less than a hundred years, once Mu En and his generation had all passed away, the scales would tip further, and humanity would be even less capable of fighting the Soul Beasts.
So Mu En's anger was understandable.
"Massacre?"
Hearing Mu En's words, Di Tian grew even more irritable.
"You're talking to us about massacres?!"
"You mean humans come into our home to hunt us, and we're supposed