A Hundred Deathsworn, Ten Thousand Pawns

"Ding! Summoning successful. Congratulations, Host, on successfully summoning one hundred deathsworn and ten thousand pawns."

"Damn! I know what deathsworn are, but what are these pawns?"

Qin Feng was somewhat puzzled. There were certainly plenty of them, but he had no idea whether they would be useful. What if they were just ten thousand ordinary people? Wouldn't he have waited all these days for nothing?

"Ding! The pawns are scattered across the entire continent. Should the Host require it, they may lay down their lives for the Host at any time, allowing the Host to experience what it means to give a single command and leave ten thousand people bleeding."

"Holy shit, are you some living King of Hell?"

Hearing the system's words, Qin Feng's eyes widened. He had thought the King of Hell resided in the underworld, yet a living King of Hell was right beside him.

"Ding! Pawns are born to offer up their lives and die for the Host."

"What levels are the pawns?"

Qin Feng felt a little moved by the system's words. How touching!

"Ding! The weakest pawns are Soul Ancestors, while the strongest is a Titled Douluo."

"A Titled Douluo! How many are there?"

Hearing that there was even a Titled Douluo, Qin Feng was rather surprised. He had never expected a Titled Douluo among the pawns.

"Ding! Only one. This Titled Douluo is rank ninety-three."

"That'll do."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, there was only one. If there had been more, he would have been reluctant to let the pawns die.

"What about the deathsworn?"

"Ding! Deathsworn are completely different from pawns. Deathsworn are loyal only to the Host. If the Host commands them to die, they must die. They also keep poison hidden in their mouths; once captured alive by an enemy, they will immediately swallow the poison and kill themselves."

"Among these hundred deathsworn are fifty Soul Emperors, twenty-seven Soul Saints, twenty Soul Douluo, and three Titled Douluo."

"That's insane!"

Qin Feng was stunned beyond words. You called these deathsworn? If the system had not told him, he would have thought they were some kind of legion.

"What ranks are the Titled Douluo?"

Qin Feng calmed himself and continued asking. If they were below rank ninety-five, he would have to lie low for a few more days. But if they were above rank ninety-five, why would he need to hide? He could simply crush everything in his path.

"Ding! There are two rank ninety-five Super Douluo and one rank ninety-eight Super Douluo."

"Ding! Due to the unique nature of this Titled Douluo's martial soul, he can fight a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo without being defeated."

"Holy shit! This is secure."

Qin Feng jumped up in excitement. What kind of joke was this? Why would he still need to hide? He could even fight a rank ninety-nine opponent—he could just steamroll his way forward.

"Ding! Does the Host wish to summon them?"

"Wait a moment."

Qin Feng calmed down, pushed open the window, and leaped out. He found an empty alley.

"Summon them."

"Ding! Summoning successful."

As soon as the system finished speaking, a blinding white light flashed. When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, he saw the alley packed with people in black cloaks and black face coverings.

"Greetings, Master."

The deathsworn wore expressionless faces as their cold voices rang out.

"Mm. Rise."

The deathsworn said nothing. They stood up and remained motionless. Unless Qin Feng gave an order, they would stand here until they died.

"Let the three Titled Douluo step forward."

Qin Feng looked at the deathsworn with satisfaction. This was the best discipline he had ever seen, and he did not need to worry about them betraying him.

At the command, three inconspicuous figures in black stepped out from among the deathsworn. They stood before him, their eyes filled with indifference.

"What are your names?"

"Forgive us, Master. We have no names."

"No names... Then the three of you will be ranked by level. You will be Qin Yi, and the rest will follow in order."

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng finally came up with these names. Naming people was simply too difficult. These were the best-sounding and easiest-to-remember names he could think of.

"Thank you, Master."

"Mm. Those below Titled Douluo will conceal themselves within Spirit City. You three will protect me in secret."

Qin Feng did not want to scatter them either, but a hundred people were simply too many, and those below Titled Douluo would be easily discovered.

"Yes."

After Qin Si and the others answered, they vanished. Qin Yi and the others also swiftly concealed themselves in the shadows.

"By the way, System, where are the pawns?"

Qin Feng suddenly recalled that he had not summoned the pawns, so he asked in his mind.

"Ding! The pawns have already been summoned and scattered across the continent. If the Host has orders, the Host may relay them through the system."

"Oh."

Qin Feng nodded. These ten thousand pawns could serve as one of his trump cards. Just imagine it—wouldn't you fear ten thousand people willing to die? Especially when they were not ordinary people.

"Spirit Hall, huh!"

Qin Feng sighed. Now, he no longer feared Spirit Hall. The ten thousand pawns alone were enough to give Spirit Hall a terrible headache.

"System, issue the first command."

"Have the pawns near me and near Spirit Hall establish a sect."

"And make sure it remains hidden."

Qin Feng had just thought of this. Since he had already deceived Spirit Hall, why not turn the fake into something real?

"Ding! Command issued."

"Right, send a pawn over to collect money from me."

"Ding! The pawn is already heading toward the Host."

"Greetings, Master."

Before long, a raggedly dressed middle-aged man hurried over. Upon seeing Qin Feng, he spoke respectfully.

"Mm. Rise."

Qin Feng was somewhat surprised by the pawn's tattered clothing. If he had not known this man was a pawn, he would have taken him for a commoner.

"Follow me."

With that, Qin Feng headed toward Star Moon Pavilion, while the pawn followed behind him.

"Du Jie, give him one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

After reaching Star Moon Pavilion, Qin Feng immediately sought out Du Jie for money.

"Yes."

After hearing this, Du Jie hurried to the counter and took out a sack. Then he looked curiously at the pawn behind Qin Feng.

"Here. Build it quickly."

Qin Feng took the sack and handed it to the pawn, giving him a few instructions. After listening, the pawn withdrew from Star Moon Pavilion and headed outside Spirit City.

"Master, who is that?"

Du Jie looked extremely curious. He had never seen this person among the undercover agents, but judging from Qin Feng's manner, he must have been one of their own.

"A pawn. The kind that can lay down his life at any time."

Qin Feng answered casually. With one hundred percent loyalty, he had no concerns.

"Ah!"

Du Jie was astonished, then his expression turned to admiration. Look at this fellow agent—how dedicated he was. Du Jie did not have that kind of resolve.

"What? You want to be one too?"

"No, no."

Du Jie backed away a few steps and waved his hands. What a joke. He was doing perfectly well as an undercover agent; he had no desire to become a pawn.

"Haha, I'm just teasing you." Qin Feng laughed and shook his head.

Then Qin Feng went upstairs and returned to his room, calling Dugu Bo and the others over as well.

"What is it?"

After entering the room, Dugu Bo asked the question. He had been staying here quite comfortably these past few days, so why had Qin Feng called him over?

"We're going to form an alliance with Spirit Hall."

"Uh... Are you sure we can still form an alliance now?"

A speechless expression appeared on Dugu Bo's face. They had already fallen out with Spirit Hall—could they still form an alliance? Would Spirit Hall even agree?