"Then we can only do everything in our power to subdue Xuan Zi."
Mu En answered in a heavy voice.
Xuan Zi was a level 98 Titled Douluo. Once he became uncontrollable, he would be a disaster for the entire Douluo Continent.
"Teacher, I understand. I'll go find Elder Song and Elder Zhuang right away."
With that, Yan Shaozhe hurried away.
After a long while, Mu En gave a quiet sigh. "I hope things take a turn for the better, while there's still time..."
Several days later.
The Heaven Dou Empire.
Cries of battle filled a nameless mountain range.
Hundreds of armored soldiers raised their weapons and attacked together.
Their target was an old man who looked rather disheveled.
"Kill him!"
"We can't let this Evil Soul Master who's been wreaking havoc everywhere escape!"
"He killed my wife, my son, and everyone in my village! Even if it costs me my life, I'll avenge them!"
Yet.
Even though these soldiers had no fear of death, they could do nothing against this Evil Soul Master whose crimes were piled to the heavens.
Because he was Xuan Zi, a level 98 Titled Douluo, an exceedingly rare powerhouse on the Douluo Continent. How could low-level Soul Masters, or people who were not even Soul Masters, compare to him?
"Hahahaha! Good! Come on, then!"
Xuan Zi unhooked the Wine Gourd at his waist and took a fierce swig before bursting into laughter. Then he actually charged into the crowd and began a bloody slaughter.
Soon, chilling, agonized screams rang through the mountain woods.
About a dozen minutes later, Xuan Zi stood atop a mound formed from hundreds of soldiers' corpses. He still held a blood-soaked soldier in one hand and grinned savagely. "Heh, see that? This is what happens when you overestimate yourselves.