"The Star Luo war report really is interesting. Has Xu Jiawei lost his mind?"
The next day, Xu Cheng sat in his office chair, leisurely sipping tea as he listened to his little secretary Nana's report, clicking his tongue in wonder.
In the plaza of the Star Luo Empire Imperial Capital, a place of such importance, Dai Yueheng had rushed in to save the situation and activated several Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells, intending to drag Xu Jiawei with him to the underworld.
But the Star Luo Empire was still the Star Luo Empire. Even caught unprepared, it was hardly something a "greenhorn" could easily raze.
According to their spies, Huang Jinxu and two Titled Douluos had activated a grand formation together: the hundred and eight defensive soul tools commissioned from the Sun Moon Empire for the recent Continental Soul Master Tournament. They had originally been intended to prevent attacks during the Academy Tournament from spilling out and killing civilian spectators. No one had expected them to see use again.
The situation had been desperate. Thousands of guards were still inside Star Luo Plaza, but once Xu Jiawei gave the order, they had no chance to escape. Everyone could only watch helplessly as apocalyptic waves of fire swallowed the entire plaza inside the barrier.
But these were Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells-three of them. Their power could engulf land for dozens of kilometers around; that little plaza could hardly contain the damage.
Thus, the hundred and eight defensive soul tools, with Huang Jinxu as their "formation core," had held out for only a few minutes. Only after half a day had they barely managed to halt the destruction's spread, at the cost of severe injuries to four Titled Douluos, including Xu Jiawei, tens of thousands of civilian casualties,