With the Third Priest's fate unknown and the Second Priest killed in a single blow, the other priests of the Sea God Family were already beginning to feel their hair stand on end.
Land-based Soul Masters were simply too terrifying. They were not people Soul Masters like them could afford to provoke.
It was bad enough that Shrek Academy had a quasi-god-level old bastard lurking inside, secretly ambushing people, but there were also two monsters in their twenties who could unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with combat power approaching god level.
The Eight-Ring Soul Douluo they were supposed to capture could kill the Level 98 Second Worship in a single move. Killing Sea Dragon Douluo had looked as easy as slaughtering a chicken.
Whose fucking head wouldn't buzz at the sight of that? Who wouldn't fucking take to their heels after hearing about it?
Before this, they might still have dreamed that the Sea God Family had only remained hidden because of the Sea God Edict, which was why they had never shown the entire Douluo Continent their strength that could crush all the world's mighty figures. Today, after actually fighting Shrek Academy and watching that single academy produce a dozen-odd fucking Titled Douluos, their worldview had already begun to crumble.
An Evil Soul Master sect had brought out a dozen-odd Titled Douluos at once, and a single academy had even more Titled Douluos than that sect. Seen from that angle, their Sea God Family seemed to be nothing more than a fucking third-rate power. They should just stay in their own little patch of territory and amuse themselves.
Just as the other Sea God Consecrated Elders were beginning to beat the retreat in their hearts, thinking of withdrawing into their shells on their overseas island again and living