On a corner of a mountain peak in Vast Sea City, two powerful men stood silently, seemingly cut off from the world, aware only of each other's presence.
They could take in the entire battlefield, including the platform halfway up the mountain where Liu Rengui stood.
Dongfang Long was a Titled Douluo who had weathered countless storms. His somewhat aged face bore the marks of hardship and wisdom. He gently stroked his beard, a profound light glimmering in his eyes.
"Good, very good. What began as a little probe has flushed out so many fish," Dongfang Long said with a smile. He watched the battlefield below, a trace of satisfaction in his voice.
"A Titled Douluo with a blue teal martial soul, the Heaven and Earth Swordsman Chen Cong advancing to Titled Douluo, and those Demon-Breaking Ballistas. Even the equipment used by the martial soul teams of Spirit Hall and the three great Neutral Organizations has improved considerably. It seems equipment on the continent has developed rapidly over these past fifty years."
Li Lingfeng, a composed Soul Douluo with the appearance of a middle-aged man, stood beside Dongfang Long, his gaze likewise fixed on the battlefield.
His voice was low and grave. "Your Excellency Dongfang, that Chen Cong is only a level 92 Soul Master, but his sword formation is truly terrifying. He actually killed a level 94 Titled Douluo. Giant Wave Douluo couldn't even escape. His actual combat strength is fully comparable to that of a level 96 Super Douluo. The true fighting strength of the Chen Clan is simply impossible to gauge."
Dongfang Long nodded slightly at his words. "Indeed. During the holy war fifty years ago, we misjudged the Chen Clan's combat strength, leaving the Second Elder grievously wounded and the Fourth Elder dead. Their subsequent reinforcements