Without the slightest hesitation, Nether Thunder Douluo reached out, tore off his right big toe, and threw it onto the ground. The bloody sight sent a chill through those watching.
Zhongli Wu advanced slowly until he stood before the two kneeling Soul Engineers. "You failed to defend the city and let the enemy move you about at will. Despite concentrating so many resources, you still let the enemy enter the city. Neither of you can shirk responsibility."
Hearing his icy voice, the two Soul Engineers could not help raising their heads, their eyes filled with terror as they instinctively looked toward Xu Tianran. One even cried out involuntarily, "Your Majesty-"
Before Xu Tianran could speak, Zhongli Wu had already moved. Two bone claws, black as ink, emerged from somewhere unknown and clamped down on the heads of the two Level 8 Soul Engineers.
A powerful aura erupted from Zhongli Wu, forcibly suppressing them so they could not resist.
Although these two Soul Engineers possessed the cultivation of Eight-Ring Soul Douluos, all their Soul Tools had been confiscated before they came to see Xu Tianran.
And they were Soul Engineers. Without their Soul Tools, they fell far short of Soul Masters of the same rank, let alone a powerful Evil Soul Master of Zhongli Wu's strength.
The two fell dead without so much as a groan, their terrified souls forcibly ripped out. Amid the black currents flowing from Zhongli Wu's hands, they were compressed into two masses glowing faintly white and vanished.
Only then did Zhongli Wu turn to Xu Tianran. "Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, we can only devise a response as quickly as possible. Once Our Cult's pursuers return, I will send word as soon as I can. You must also make plans early. War,