"Five men, five Titled Douluo, defeated by a single sword strike."
Zhang Peng's pupils contracted slightly.
He was a level ninety-six Super Douluo and considered himself no weakling among Titled Douluo.
Yet defeating five Titled Douluo with one sword strike, including the level ninety-six Army Breaker Douluo—he knew he could not accomplish such a feat.
"Cult Master, I don't believe it." A sinister voice came from the corner of the table.
The speaker was Crow Douluo Wu Yun. His deathly pale face was utterly expressionless, while only his pitch-black eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light. "Shrek has been declining over the past few years. Xuan Zi is dead, and Army Breaker and the others have grown old.
"Perhaps they were simply too old and useless. It might have nothing to do with Qian Daoliu."
"Whether it has anything to do with him is unimportant." Zhongli Wu lightly tapped his fingers against the table, producing a rhythmic, muffled sound. "What matters is that a Limit Douluo possessing the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul has appeared on the continent.
"The Six-Winged Angel is the Martial Soul of the Angel God.
"Who is the Angel God?
"The god worshipped by Spirit Hall.
"And what is Spirit Hall?
"The organization Tang San and the Shrek Seven Devils destroyed ten thousand years ago."
He paused, and his gaze turned even colder.
"Someone is rebuilding Spirit Hall on the continent.
"And that person possesses the strength to contend with Shrek."
The great hall fell into brief silence.
"Cult Master, you mean..." Feng Ling spoke, her voice cold as ice as black-red light flickered faintly in her phoenix eyes.
"What I mean is unimportant." Zhongli Wu cut her off. "What matters is what Spirit Hall's revival means for our Holy Spirit Cult.
"Elder Ye dealt with Spirit