A Clash Between Two Limit Douluos, the Hongchen Family's Group Trip, and the Iron Sea Dragon Emperor (4K)

At the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, the underground chamber was eerie and dark. A black-robed figure knelt with his head bowed, trembling as he reported the disaster of the secret warehouse falling into enemy hands.

In just one night, the Xishui Alliance's evil soul masters had suffered devastating casualties. Rare metals, Mingde Hall soul tools, and all their other smuggled goods had been packed up and carried off by the attackers.

"Nangong Wan, what use are you to me!"

Rage consumed the Death God Douluo. She raised her hand and knocked over the large, steaming bowl of braised offal before her, making the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao, wince at the waste.

Ye Xishui's beautiful features twisted like a demon's. Scarlet light flashed, accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, and a blood whip lashed viciously at Nangong Wan, the Xishui Alliance leader kneeling to beg forgiveness.

The lash carried the towering fury of a Level 99 Limit Douluo. Nangong Wan's entire body flew sideways, then rolled more than a dozen times like a cartwheel after hitting the ground.

The mighty Heavenly Centipede Douluo had been whipped into a groveling wretch, yet he dared not feel even a trace of anger. Trembling, he crawled back on his knees and obediently knelt again.

The Xishui Alliance bore the Death God Douluo's personal name, a clear indication of its importance. It was a money-making tool entrusted with a vital task by the Holy Spirit Cult; otherwise, the influential Second Elder would never have been sent to oversee it.

With the secret warehouse suddenly lost, Nangong Wan knew all too well how vicious the Death God Douluo could be. He had deliberately waited until the Grand Supreme Worship, Long Xiaoyao, was at headquarters before reporting this sky-shattering news, hoping to find a