No one present could believe that such a terrifying strike had come from the hands of a Soul Saint. It was simply inconceivable. Tang Zhan, Dai Lingfeng, and the other Title Douluos were especially shaken with lingering fear. If that attack had landed on them just now, the result...
The last remaining leader of the Ten Attendants, a Super Douluo-level expert, sensed the breath of death and immediately turned to flee, his body transforming into a wisp of smoke as he shot into the distance. Yet before he had flown fifty meters, a streak of golden light suddenly struck him. The golden light then pierced through him from every angle like sharp blades. He was instantly sent flying as though struck by lightning, crashing back onto the platform. Blood spilled from his mouth; he was clearly badly injured and at the end of his rope.
"Who is it?!"
Everyone looked over curiously, only to see the golden light appear above the platform in an instant. As it faded, it revealed a burly, resolute-looking man clad in golden armor.
"It's the Second Worship!"
The newcomer was none other than the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo. He was still carrying a limp man in one hand, whom he casually tossed to the ground. Everyone turned to look and saw that it was the Left Chancellor, Zhu Xuanye. He was in a wretched state, his aura faint.
"Second Worship of Martial Soul Hall, why have you come to my Star Luo City and injured the Left Chancellor of my empire?!" Dai Lingfeng looked at Golden Crocodile and asked in a grave voice.
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly. "Hmph. Someone dared lay hands on a child of my Martial Soul Hall. Why do you think I came?"
"Spit it out!" Golden Crocodile waved a