Soul Douluo-level soul masters no longer held an advantage against the Heaven Dou Empire's army.
Nothing like this had happened since Spirit Hall was founded.
Several Titled Douluo in the hall called for battle, eager to teach Heaven Dou a lesson.
Bibi Dong did not take them up on it.
"Do not engage the Heaven Dou army in another large-scale clash for now," she said.
"If this weapon can kill a Soul Douluo, they may have something that can threaten a Titled Douluo too."
Ghost Leopard Douluo said, "How could that be possible?"
Titled Douluo were beings ordinary weapons could not even touch.
Bibi Dong countered, "Before this, we never imagined something that used no Soul Power at all could kill a Soul Douluo."
Ghost Leopard Douluo faltered, unable to answer.
Silence fell over the hall.
She was right.
The unknown was the most frightening thing of all. If Heaven Dou had produced one such weapon, it might well produce another.
Bibi Dong rose to her feet.
"And that is not the greatest problem."
"When Heaven Dou issued its declaration of war, thirty percent of the soul masters in our branches left on the spot."
"Why?"
The people in the hall exchanged looks. No one answered.
"Because Spirit Hall is only an organization."
"The soul masters bear its name and collect its subsidies, but their homes lie in kingdoms, in empires, on Heaven Dou soil."
"When an empire comes after them, they need a way out."
"An organization cannot hold on to its people."
Her words were quiet, but each one struck the listeners harder than the last.
"So I have decided to found a nation."
Shock swept through the hall.
For generations, Spirit Hall's soul masters had spread across the continent, and their word carried immense weight. But in