The man and woman were both Soul Saints with seven Soul Rings. Meng Chen looked at the scar-faced old man standing before them. It seemed the Soul Douluo aura he had sensed came from this old man.
The elderly Soul Douluo stepped forward, eight Soul Rings appearing and pulsing around him. His body transformed as well: his lower half became a horse's body while his upper half remained human. He had actually turned into a centaur.
Releasing his Soul Douluo pressure, the old man said arrogantly, "Young fellow, come with us. His Highness the Third Prince wishes to see you."
Huh?
Meng Chen was stunned by the elderly Soul Douluo's arrogance. Does your Third Prince think so little of me? He only sent you clowns?
Before Meng Chen could speak, Ju Zi heard that these people had come to seize him and hurriedly rebuked them. "This is Eastern Palace territory! Aren't you afraid His Highness the Crown Prince will hold you accountable?"
A vicious glint flashed through the elderly Soul Douluo's eyes at her words. He sneered, "Miss Ju Zi, I advise you not to meddle. You'd best keep your mouth shut about His Third Highness's affairs."
After speaking, he turned back to Meng Chen, mistaking his helpless expression for fear.
That was only natural. He was a mighty Soul Douluo, after all. Though the young man before him was rather handsome, he looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. How powerful could his cultivation possibly be? What could he possibly use to resist an expert of his caliber?
The more the elderly Soul Douluo thought about it, the more arrogant he became. Still, they were indeed near the Eastern Palace. Although the informants they had planted nearby had reported that Ye Xishui was away for the moment, he urged