"Everyone, prepare to attack with me."
Zhongli Wu swept his hand forward.
As his voice fell, a powerful aura erupted from his body.
The Holy Spirit Cult experts around him felt their hearts jolt, their expressions turning grave.
They also activated their martial souls, revealing their cultivation.
Among them were a dozen or so Titled Douluo experts with nine soul rings.
Even the weakest of the rest were Soul Saints with seven soul rings.
"Attack!"
Zhongli Wu roared again, then took the lead and soared into the air.
The many Holy Spirit Cult experts followed close behind.
As for the Titled Douluo experts who could not fly through their own cultivation, they all deployed their Flying Soul Tools.
Over a hundred experts gathered together, a dark mass that exuded an overwhelming pressure.
Elsewhere.
Inside Shrek City.
In a luxuriously decorated room.
Tai Tan sat sprawled in a chair. "You call this enjoying myself? This is pure torture. You kept insisting that Shrek City was in danger, that powerful enemies were about to attack. But how many days has it been? Forget powerful enemies-I haven't even seen a fly from outside Shrek Academy."
Yan Shaozhe: "..."
What was that supposed to mean? What kind of talk was that?
So this fellow actually wanted his Shrek City to come under attack?
Utterly absurd.
Yan Shaozhe said, "Perhaps those scoundrels learned that an expert from the Clear Sky Sect was guarding Shrek City and no longer dared act up."
Tai Tan grinned at that. "If that's how you put it, I won't argue. Though our Clear Sky Sect lives in seclusion, its mighty reputation still echoes throughout the soul master world.
"If your Shrek Academy's enemies knew I was here, even if it didn't scare their wits out of them, it would