Stop Fighting, You Two! Please~

Owl Bro's gaze flashed like lightning across the matching emblems embroidered on their chests: exquisite Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagodas.

"People from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

Owl Bro's eyes settled on the top-grade soul tool spear pointed at them, undisguised mockery filling his gaze.

"What? Is this how the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect treats its allies? By blocking the door?"

"Is full battle readiness your idea of a welcome gift?"

The two burly men leading the group were plainly enraged by his contempt. The air seemed to freeze.

"Enough talk! Which one of you is Jiang Hao? Get the hell out here!"

The burly man roared, Soul Power rippling through his voice and sending dust flying. "Or I'll kill every last one of you!"

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body. Even the clear sky seemed to darken as his power stirred it.

Violent waves of Soul Power whipped up a gale, snapping everyone's robes.

Yellow, yellow, yellow, Purple, Purple, Purple, black, black, black!

Nine Soul Rings rose in rhythm from beneath his feet. The last three were Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, black as ink and radiating suffocating pressure.

"Level ninety-one?!"

Yan Shaozhe's pupils contracted sharply, and stormy waves surged through his heart.

He raced through the intelligence in his mind:

When did the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect gain a level ninety-one Titled Douluo?

His aura is unstable. He probably didn't reach this level through cultivation—he's a puppet forced up from level eighty-nine by drugs!

Meanwhile, the deathly pale Elder Wind Hammer was so humiliated and furious he could have died. He had already been angry enough when the Sect Master sent the two of them to rescue people.

But that was nothing. What humiliated him most was that he had never even intended to fight.