Most importantly, Yin Chuan had a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that everyone knew about.
First come, first served.
Hesitate, and it would be gone!
"Kill him!"
A minister immediately called for Yin Chuan's death.
Soul Rings rose one after another,
bathing the hall in a riot of color.
None of these ministers were particularly strong fighters, but together they made a sizable mob.
Even fleas became dangerous when there were enough of them.
If they all attacked, Yin Chuan would have to expend plenty of Soul Power killing them.
"Damn it!"
"Those treacherous scoundrels dare to rebel!"
"They're asking to die!"
Tang San was furious.
His uncle was a loyal and capable minister!
He was Douluo Zhuge,
devoted to his sovereign and his country, with nothing but the emperor's realm at heart. And these fools dared oppose him?
That was rebellion!
Tang San's devotion to his sovereign and his belief that his uncle came first were kicking in at the same time.
"Uncle, use that move!"
"Use our Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
"Kill every last rebel! We can wipe them all out if we have to!"
Tang San's arrogance knew no bounds. He was not afraid of their numbers in the slightest.
As long as he fought beside his uncle, he feared nothing. His only fear was falling after his uncle did.
Besides, he was confident.
These people looked fierce,
but once he and his uncle unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, anyone who dared stand their ground would be his big brother!
"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill?!"
Hearing Tang San's boast, the ministers grew wary and began to have doubts.
This was bad.
Yin Chuan apparently had another trump card!
That boy Tang San sounded far too confident.
Everyone knew how powerful a Martial Soul Fusion Skill could