Deep in the shadowy forest, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng muttered curses as he trudged forward, turning his soul power into invisible blades to hack through the shrubs and brambles ahead.
"A mere Grim Reaper's Hand Bandit Group actually warrants an honored elder like me coming to receive them in person? If the Mingdou Mountain Range weren't so geographically sensitive, and their leader didn't have decent talent-the potential to become a Titled Douluo with proper cultivation-I wouldn't bother coming all this way to a place where even birds won't shit."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."
Suddenly, a string of explosions erupted in the distance. Scorpion Tiger Douluo shuddered, his expression turning grave.
"Damn it, those inspectors from Shrek Academy got here before me. The Grim Reaper's Hand is finished this time!" Scorpion Tiger Douluo muttered angrily to himself.
Although he could have gone over and slaughtered Shrek Academy's Inspection Corps, Scorpion Tiger Douluo was a man of firm principles.
Dragon God Douluo Mu En had once spared his life, and he had sworn from that day onward that as long as Mu En lived, he would never make his name known in the soul master world again.
Thus, upon hearing explosions coming from the Grim Reaper's Hand Bandit Group's hideout, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng could not be bothered to rescue them. He turned around and headed straight back.
"That junior who calls himself the Death Messenger has decent talent. A pity he's almost certainly doomed this time," Scorpion Tiger Douluo said with some regret. "Alas, when will we find a suitable successor for the Holy Emperor, someone who can lead us into eternal existence?"
Suddenly, Scorpion Tiger Douluo sensed something flying over his head, followed by the rush of a heavy object falling through the air.
He instinctively reached