Almost powerless to resist, the Soul Douluo whose soul power level had reached eighty-five was killed by a single punch from Qin Xiao!
Everyone witnessed it, and a chill crept into their hearts.
An instant kill!
Another instant kill!
It had been the same against Xue Xing, and it was no different against this Death Warrior.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Everyone instinctively looked up at the figure standing high above them in midair.
It was as though a heavenly god had descended.
"Did you see that?"
"The outcome is decided. Xue Xing, the chief culprit, has already been subdued. Are you still going to struggle in vain?"
"Do you want to follow Xue Xing to the grave?"
"Lay down your weapons now, and I, Xue Qinghe, guarantee on my honor as Crown Prince that you will receive lenient punishment. If you redeem yourselves by capturing the Rebel Party, your merits will cancel out your crimes!"
Suddenly, Xue Qinghe's voice rang out across the grounds, reaching everyone's ears.
Clang.
An imperial guard threw down his sword.
His action triggered a chain reaction.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred people had discarded their weapons and abandoned resistance.
"Fuck, who stabbed me in the kidney?!"
Suddenly, a black-clad Death Warrior let out a scream.
A sword had pierced his waist.
He turned around and discovered that the attacker was the very companion who had just been fighting beside him...
Could even Death Warriors betray their masters?
Of course they could.
When the person who held them in check could no longer do so, they too began to yearn for freedom-and acted on that yearning.
This action likewise triggered a considerable chain reaction.
Black-clad Death Warriors fell one after another.
Some even cried out:
"Fuck, I wanted to switch sides too! Don't