Two-Word Battle Armor, a Transmission Across Time and Space?

Lin Fan had no idea how much had happened ten thousand years later.

For now, he sat in the hall of the Hidden Azure Pavilion with a detailed roster of its members spread before him.

His eyes swept down the list as he took stock of the pavilion's current strength.

Including himself, the Hidden Azure Pavilion had two top-tier experts at or above the level of Titled Douluo.

Below them were seven Soul Emperors, the backbone of the pavilion's forces.

Then came eleven Soul Kings and eighteen Soul Ancestors.

Further down were thirty-seven Soul Elders and sixty-nine Soul Grandmasters.

Lin Fan looked at the numbers on the roster, quite pleased.

Every one of these people had passed his careful selection before being allowed to stay.

When recruiting, he cared little about things like Innate Soul Power. Loyalty was what mattered.

They were also capable and dependable. They would not let him down when it counted.

Once he entrusted them with a task, he never had to worry about it again.

Of course, their overall strength could not compare with the other top powers on Douluo Continent.

The Hidden Azure Pavilion was still young, and its foundations were not yet deep enough.

But in this region, it was already a formidable force capable of dominating its surroundings.

None of the smaller factions nearby dared to provoke it.

With the Soul Tools Lin Fan had equipped them with, the pavilion's members were formidable in battle. If they could not win outright, they could always overwhelm the enemy with firepower.

Lin Fan closed the roster and used his Communication Soul Tool to summon everyone at Soul King level or above. Zhang Peng was the sole exception; One-Word Battle Armor would do virtually nothing for him.

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