"That's right."
Zhongli Wu nodded and said nothing more.
He kept his gaze fixed on the distance.
Before long, a streak of black light entered his sight. The next instant, it was right before him.
It was an old man in black robes with unusually long eyebrows.
His expression commanded respect without anger. A single glance made people instinctively avert their eyes.
He simply stood there, seemingly one with heaven and earth. He radiated no particularly overwhelming aura, yet an irresistible sense of authority rose in everyone's hearts.
He was Long Xiaoyao.
A Level 99 supreme powerhouse of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Even across the entire Douluo Continent, he stood among the very best.
"So this is the power of a Level 99 Titled Douluo? How enviable. If I could reach that realm in this lifetime, it would be worth it even if I died immediately afterward."
A flicker of envy flashed through Crow Douluo's lowered eyes.
To hear the Way in the morning was to die content that evening.
He felt that experiencing the realm of Level 99 even once would be worth dying for.
"We respectfully welcome the Great Enshrined!"
Zhongli Wu cupped his fists and bowed slightly.
At that moment, even as the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, he showed Long Xiaoyao his respect.
"Enough. Spare me the formalities."
Long Xiaoyao waved impatiently. "Tell me how things stand. Can we launch an attack on Shrek City immediately?"
"According to our observations and the reports from the agents we've planted inside, Shrek Academy hasn't received reinforcements from any other faction. It's still just those people from the Clear Sky Sect."
At this point, anger crept into Zhongli Wu's voice. "If those people from the Clear Sky Sect hadn't helped them, I would have breached Shrek City long