"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? He severely wounded two other Title Douluo in one move?"
Xue Ye could no longer conceal his shock. His face went blank with disbelief.
Seeing this, the captain of the guards gave a bitter smile. When he had heard the report from his subordinates, hadn't he been just as utterly stunned?
For His Majesty to show such an expression only at the end was already worthy of admiration. The captain himself did not even know how many times he had worn that same expression while listening to the report.
No, it seemed he had kept that expression the entire time.
After a long while, Xue Ye finally came back to his senses. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Didn't Prince Xue go to watch Wang Sheng's match? He should know something. Have him come at once!"
The captain of the guards said, "Yes!"
"Oh, right. Have Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin come as well!"
The captain of the guards said, "Yes!"
After the captain left, a strange look appeared on Xue Ye's face. He muttered, "Another Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring has appeared, and one who has never shown himself before. Hehe... I imagine every faction has had its eyes blown wide open."
"Those closest to the water get the moon first. I hope the Royal Academy can seize the initiative this time!"
Outside the inn, which had already been reduced to ruins, a vast crowd had gathered.
"Damn, did you see that just now? Nine Soul Rings! That was a Title Douluo!"
"What did you say? A Title Douluo?"
"You're making that up, right?"
"Making it up? Ask the others. I wasn't the only one who saw it."
"What he said is true. We only heard a huge bang, then