Shen Lian slowly stepped forward. The pressure brought by the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul spread unconsciously, making everyone retreat half a step.
His hawk-like gaze swept across the group before settling on the three silver badges on the Soul King's chest.
"A level fifty-one Battle Soul King, along with four Soul Ancestors and two Soul Elders... It seems Zhuqing put quite a bit of thought into this."
The Soul King's pupils contracted slightly. He cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Your insight is remarkable, sir. But when we accept a job, we only ask about the payment, not the client's background."
The soul masters behind him tacitly formed an encirclement. One Soul Ancestor holding a longbow had already silently nocked an arrow.
"Smart people."
A meaningful smile curled across Shen Lian's lips. He flicked a rolled parchment map from his sleeve and said to them, "The mission is simple—deliver Dai Mubai into the hands of Prince Dai Weisi of the Star Luo Empire."
The map spread across the ground. The vermilion mark indicating the Imperial Palace of the Star Luo Empire resembled a drop of blood in the dusk.
The Soul King stared at the mark on the map, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Dai Weisi is a prince of the Star Luo Empire. How could ordinary soul master mercenaries like us possibly meet him?"
There was wariness in his voice as his fingers unconsciously rubbed the Soul Tool at his waist.
Shen Lian suddenly chuckled, his laughter carrying chilling killing intent.
"You should know the Star Luo Empire's succession law—siblings slaughter one another, and the strong are supreme."
Shen Lian turned and pointed at the unconscious Dai Mubai inside the room. There was no trace of Soul Power fluctuation from him; his cultivation had clearly