Zhu Zhuyun's expression changed.
She grabbed the hand of the guard beside her that was gripping his sword.
"Don't move! He's Li Hanche! Li Hanche from Heaven Dou City!"
The five guards froze as though they had been hit by a paralysis spell.
The Soul King guard's hand remained suspended in midair, the anger on his face not yet having time to turn into shock. He looked like a chicken being strangled by the neck.
He could not force out a single word.
That monster from Heaven Dou City who had crushed the entire Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament at the age of ten.
That madman who had pointed at the Pope's nose, called her a stinking woman, and still walked out of Pope's Palace alive.
Two years ago, he had already been able to crush Soul Ancestors. Two years had passed now—no one knew what level he had reached.
Zhu Zhuqing stood at the other end of the battlefield, her back against a tree trunk.
She looked at the hooded man before her, standing with his arms folded and an unfathomable aura, then at the undisguised terror on Zhu Zhuyun and the others' faces behind her. Her chest rose and fell slightly.
Neither group was someone she could afford to provoke.
Li Hanche glanced at Snake Lance Douluo behind him.
"Forget it, Senior. Teach them a little lesson."
Snake Lance Douluo stood with his arms folded, expressionless.
A Titled Douluo-level pressure abruptly erupted from his body.
It bypassed Zhu Zhuqing in front of him, swept past her side, and slammed solidly onto the two Soul Kings and three Soul Ancestors behind her.
That group could not even hold out for a second before dropping to their knees!
All color drained from their faces.
T-Titled Douluo!
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