As the sect master of one of the seven strongest sects in the world, Huyan Zhen had a pride of his own.
The Pope and elders of Spirit Hall were one thing, and Emperor Xue Ye was barely acceptable, but what right did a mere wastrel of a prince like you, Xue Xing, have to point fingers at me and tell me what to do?
And you'd destroy my sect?
My Elephant Armored Sect had nearly a thousand disciples, every one of them an outstanding Soul Master. It wasn't yours to destroy just because you said so!
"You—you!" Prince Xue Xing covered his ears and glared furiously at Huyan Zhen.
Then, when he saw the Elephant Armored Sect disciples behind Huyan Zhen begin escorting Qian Renxue, Gui Mei, and the others away, Prince Xue Xing grew even more frantic.
No! They couldn't let them leave!
"Stop them!" he immediately ordered the remaining Heaven Dou soldiers.
At his command, the soldiers charged once more.
But Huyan Zhen merely looked on with disdain. He raised both hands and unleashed another Soul Skill.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Madness Annihilation!"
"Rumble!!!"
The remaining Heaven Dou soldiers were dealt a crushing blow.
"This..." Prince Xue Xing's eyes bulged as he stared at the sea of fallen soldiers before him. His heart bled—not for the soldiers, but for the golden opportunity he was about to lose!
This was the chance the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had waited so long for: a chance to eliminate four Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall!
"Huyan Zhen!"
"Shut your mouth!" Huyan Zhen bellowed at Prince Xue Xing, who was still trying to threaten him. Then he stomped his right foot, jolting a boulder large enough for two adults to wrap their arms around into the air. He plunged his fingers into it,