Tang San Offers a God-bestowed Spirit Ring, Seeking an Alliance with Su Chen!

The night wind tore at the garrison banners outside Sky Granary City.

Su Chen sat in the main command tent, wiping the dried blood from the back of his hand.

The tent flap was lifted, and Zhao Tieji strode inside before dropping to one knee.

He held up a sealed secret letter bearing the highest-grade wax seal of the Heaven Dou Imperial House.

"Marshal, an eight-hundred-li emergency dispatch from Heaven Dou City. Personally written by Emperor Xue Beng."

Su Chen accepted the letter and crushed the wax seal.

There were only a few lines on the parchment.

His gaze swept across the letter, and his pupils abruptly constricted.

"Tang San is back."

Su Chen tossed the letter onto the table.

Inside the tent, the Six Abyssal Generals sat on either side.

Chu Yao leaned against a wooden pillar, toying with a jade-green venomous insect at her fingertips. She sneered. "He hid on Sea God Island for so long, and now he finally dares to show himself? What level is he?"

"Level eighty-seven. A Soul Douluo." Su Chen's voice was calm.

The tent fell deathly silent.

Jiang Tieyi paused in the middle of stuffing roasted meat into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.

Yan Wuji closed the folding fan in his hand.

Mo Qianye raised his head, and a bloodthirsty glint flashed through the eyes beneath his hood.

An eighty-seven-level Soul Douluo barely over twenty years old.

Such a thing had never been heard of in the history of Douluo Continent.

"That's not all." Su Chen tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers. "He brought back a God-bestowed Spirit Ring and specifically requested to see me. The meeting place is the former Tang Sect headquarters in Heaven Dou City."

"A pie falling from the sky?" Chu Yao scoffed. The venomous insect dissolved