"Shaozhe, are you saying someone is targeting Shrek?"
Among the pavilion elders, an old woman in plain clothes slowly spoke.
"Elder Song, there's more..." Yan Shaozhe continued.
"He Caitou also said that he originally came from the Sun Moon Empire. During this tournament, he spotted someone who should never have appeared on the stage-Xu Cheng!"
"It's him!" Qian Duoduo exclaimed in surprise.
"Duoduo, you know him?" Mu En turned his head and asked gently.
"In the field of soul tools, everyone knows him. He is the final disciple of Cheng Baiqing, the highest-ranking figure in the Sun Moon Empire's soul tool research field. He is also a prince of the Sun Moon Empire, and reportedly... the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult."
Qian Duoduo's voice was grave.
At those words, the atmosphere froze.
With so many titles piled together, no one needed to ask how terrifying his talent was.
Moreover, the words "Holy Spirit Cult" instantly made all the pavilion elders understand what Yan Shaozhe was trying to say...
After all, it was an Evil Soul Master who had inflicted such devastating casualties on the Inner Court during the expedition to the Mingdou Mountain Range.
"Damn it!"
Xuan Zi roared in anger.
A terrifying aura surged from his body. His earthen-yellow soul power nearly solidified, ready to soar into the sky.
"I'll go to the Star Luo Empire right now and make him beg for death without letting him die!"
Ever since the incident, Xuan Zi had lost all appetite for food and drink, nearly developing an inner demon. Now that he heard there was a reason behind it, his fury almost set him ablaze.
"Xuan Zi," Mu En said softly.
"Mu En!" Xuan Zi turned his head, his voice filled with grief and indignation.
"Shaozhe, I understand what