"This aura..."
The Star Luo Empire's nine-ring Titled Douluos rose into the air one after another, facing the direction of Ye Qing's approach with extremely grave expressions.
"A Limit powerhouse?" Giant Hammer Douluo asked in a low voice.
"Other than a powerhouse of that caliber, what could possibly possess an aura like this?" Shattered Star Douluo shook his head helplessly, putting aside his usual penchant for amusement. "A Limit powerhouse can unleash tremendous might with the slightest gesture. Destroying cities and annihilating nations would be nothing to them. Rather than watching from here, we should find out what this powerhouse's attitude toward our Star Luo Empire is."
"Coming in with such aggression... I'm afraid this visitor means us ill."
By the end, Shattered Star Douluo's expression had grown somewhat worried.
If a Limit Douluo really attacked, the Star Luo Empire could muster its entire strength to drive them back or even kill them, but how many of these Guardian Douluos would survive was another question.
It had been far too long since anyone had seen a Limit powerhouse take action. The world had almost forgotten just how much power they possessed.
Only Titled Douluos like themselves understood that, beyond the threshold of Titled Douluo, the gap between each level was like the gulf between heaven and earth.
Yet everyone merely exchanged looks. Not one of them proposed going to negotiate with the unfamiliar powerhouse.
If the other party had come with hostile intentions, wouldn't the first bird to stick its head out be killed the instant it appeared?
Everyone understood the reasoning, but the question was, who would go?
Nearly ten Titled Douluos had gathered here, yet not one dared speak. Perhaps some Titled Douluos did not fear death, but those willing to attach themselves to the empire to enjoy