Zhongli Wu spread his arms and looked calmly at Xuan Zi, as though flaunting the response of the people behind him.
As an Evil Soul Master, Zhongli Wu had little reputation on the continent, and even fewer people knew him. Within the Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao stood above him, so his words did not carry all that much weight.
At least compared with his father, Old Ghost Zhongli, who had been dead for who knew how many years, his authority had diminished considerably.
After all, the two people above him were both Limit Douluos. Even with a Bone Dragon possessing the strength of a Super Douluo, all Zhongli Wu amounted to before a Limit Douluo was a few extra slaps.
Level 98 and level 99 seemed to be only one level apart, but in reality, that single level was the difference between heaven and earth. Leaving everything else aside, the spatial power that only a Level 99 Limit Douluo could master was enough for a Limit Douluo to toy with a level 98 Super Douluo until he died.
Not to mention that a Limit Douluo had an additional Soul Core. Whether in endurance or control over soul power and soul skills, they far surpassed anyone at level 98.
If Shrek Academy currently had a Limit Douluo, Zhongli Wu would never have dared bring his people there so openly. After all, if the people he had brought truly faced a Limit Douluo, they would be nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs.
Mu En was indeed still alive, but his spine had been broken in his battle with Du Bisou of the Body Sect.
After that great battle between Mu En and Du Bisou, Du Bisou had died, while Mu En had vanished without a trace. The