"Second Worship, apologize to this young man."
Qian Daoliu cast a calm glance at Golden Crocodile Douluo, his tone brooking no argument. In his eyes, information about the Sun Moon Continent mattered most right now. Saving face was of no consequence.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's entire face darkened, but Qian Daoliu had spoken. However unwilling he was, he had to comply.
"I was wrong! My apologies!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke gruffly and extremely quickly, then drained the cup of wine on the table in a single gulp.
"Heh, don't be so rude next time."
Li Ming immediately assumed the air of an elder and began lecturing Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Golden Crocodile Douluo could only grit his teeth, his face full of anger, and swallow his humiliation.
"The Sun Moon Continent is a little smaller than the continent beneath our feet. Its overall strength is somewhat weaker, but it has about as many Soul Masters as we do.
"They're weaker when it comes to Martial Souls and Soul Skills, but they're skilled at making and using Soul Tools."
In two simple sentences, Li Ming laid out roughly everything he knew that interested those present.
"That many Soul Masters?"
Li Ming's words seemed to contain little information, but to these powerful figures who had spent their entire lives confined to the Douluo Continent, it was already more than enough.
Both emperors put on solemn expressions. They had assumed that even if the Sun Moon Continent had Soul Masters, it would amount to no more than a small island, a minor power.
Now they had learned from Li Ming that the other side had roughly as many Soul Masters as they did.
That made this a serious problem.
Even if they were somewhat weaker, such vast numbers were enough to change the continent's entire