If they were merely a thousand Soul Grandmasters, Flender would not have given them a second thought.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of their Golden Triangle Love Affair could contend with a Titled Douluo. Against a mere thousand Soul Grandmasters, they could slaughter at will.
The problem was that more than six hundred of these thousand black-clad men had five soul rings around them.
Although many of those six hundred men did not have the yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black configuration, even without the ideal configuration, they were still Soul Kings.
More terrifying still, among the remaining four hundred black-clad men, over three hundred had six soul rings, and more than forty had seven.
Then there were the dozen or so leaders, all eight-ring Soul Douluos.
In short, these thousand petty bandits included over six hundred Soul Kings, over three hundred Soul Emperors, over forty Soul Saints, and more than ten Soul Douluos.
The teachers and students of Shrek Academy: I bought a watch last year. Damn, it takes a beating.
"Everyone, I am Flender of Shrek Academy, a level 78 Battle Soul Saint. My friends in the Soul Master World have kindly bestowed upon me the title 'Horn of Flight.' This person behind me..."
Looking at the army of high-level Soul Masters surrounding them, Flender was about to publicize the exploits of his Golden Triangle Love Affair, hoping they would show him some consideration.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he could finish.
"Shut your damn mouth! I know the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of your Golden Triangle Love Affair can contend with a Titled Douluo. But if you three dare utter another word of nonsense today, this place will become your grave."
One of the leading Soul Douluos glanced at Flender and spoke coolly.
Behind him stood a great