Settling the Score

By the time the news reached Spirit City, ten days had passed.

Spirit City looked much as it always did. People ate, drank, and slept as usual.

After all, those were matters for the powerful. Spirit City might be full of Soul Masters, but people still had lives to live.

The Soul Masters of Spirit City were not like those of Canghai City. Some felt little loyalty to Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace, though, all hell had broken loose.

Bibi Dong stood before the enormous sand table in the center of the hall, clutching a secret report.

Eight hundred elite troops had been wiped out. Magic Bear was dead, and Ghost Leopard had been captured.

The worst part was the ransom demanded for Ghost Leopard's release.

For Spirit Hall, which needed money right now, the sum was astronomical.

"Useless!"

What else could Bibi Dong say? Two Titled Douluo had attacked one opponent and been beaten. Did they even know how to fight?

The two city lords on the other side were only Soul Emperors. Yet of two Titled Douluo and eight hundred elite troops, only one had survived—and he was a prisoner. How was she supposed to show her face?

The Soul Hunting Plan was about to begin. She had poured her heart and soul into it, putting every hidden agent she had into play.

The Upper Three Sects' strongholds, the two empires' borderlands, the outskirts of Star Dou Forest...

Only the eastern sector had been left open. That had been reserved for Canghai City.

She had planned to send Ghost Leopard, Magic Bear, and their eight hundred men to strike the mountain and shake the tiger. Taking the city would have been best, but failing that, they were to batter that wretched city until it was crippled and