Imperial Legion Annihilated

"Pfft—"

Xue Luochuan spat out a mouthful of blood. It splattered across the Coiling Dragon Staff and ran down its length.

His body flew away like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the grass more than ten meters away.

Xue Luochuan struggled to rise, but only spat out another mouthful of bloody foam.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he finally fell completely silent.

Ge Hu's spear had just reached Mighty Lion Douluo when Mighty Lion Douluo grabbed its shaft.

Golden Soul Power covered Mighty Lion Douluo's hand, as hard as forged steel. No matter how hard Ge Hu tried, the spear would not budge.

"Hmph. You overestimate yourself."

Mighty Lion Douluo exerted a little force with his arm.

Crack!

The spear forged from fine iron snapped in response.

Ge Hu's palm split open from the shock, scarlet blood pouring out.

Before Ge Hu could retreat, Mighty Lion Douluo struck his chest with a palm, shattering his internal organs outright.

Ge Hu went limp and collapsed. The light in his eyes swiftly faded.

With the deaths of the two commanders-in-chief, along with several major generals killed in the Soul Masters' surprise attack, the morale of the Star Luo and Heaven Dou legions instantly fell to rock bottom.

The soldiers looked at the Soul Masters before them, who seemed like demons, then at the corpses strewn across the ground and the burning tents. Their faces were filled with terror.

The weapons in their hands began to tremble. Some soldiers' teeth chattered, and they could barely remain standing.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Mighty Lion Douluo stood amid the wrecked camp, his feet treading through the blood on the ground as he shouted loudly.

His voice carried Soul Power, reaching every soldier's ears as clearly as