"My lord, are you all right, my lord?!"
Lifelike ice sculptures crashed down outside the tavern, terrifying the soldiers. Their leader, after all, had been a Soul Emperor.
In wartime, a Soul Emperor's strength was at least equal to that of a thousand elite soldiers.
And Soul Masters at the Soul Emperor level were few and far between, as far as they were concerned.
Yet after only a few minutes upstairs, the men had been tossed down as lifelike ice sculptures. That could only mean the Soul Master above was even stronger than a Soul Emperor.
For a moment, they looked at one another, at a loss for what to do.
Guangling Douluo shouted down at them, "If this is all the strength the Heaven Dou Empire has, you might as well let someone else take the throne."
Hearing him, the guards downstairs knew what they had to do. One group fetched torches, hoping to melt the ice encasing the men, while another hurried off to report what had happened. After all, they were ordinary people, not Soul Masters.
Most of the others still surrounded the tavern, afraid he might escape. If he did, they would surely pay dearly for it.
Guangling Douluo paid the guards no mind. He didn't take the entire Heaven Dou Empire seriously.
The Heaven Dou Empire was simply too weak. To keep the nobility perched above everyone else, they had curbed the growth of Soul Masters to some extent, ensuring they could never threaten the nobles' position. As a result, the empire's overall strength was poor. Compared to the battle-hardened Star Luo Empire, the Heaven Dou Empire was far too easy to bully.
Otherwise, the Spirit Hall would never have infiltrated it so easily. In recent years, many Soul Masters who had left the Spirit