Northern Douluo?
Hearing the mysterious middle-aged man's self-introduction, the various powerhouses in the air all stopped their actions and stared in shock at the newcomer.
Du Busi, Xuan Zi, and Yan Shaozhe all furrowed their brows, unable to conceal the astonishment in their eyes.
What a deep and profound oppressive might, losing not a whit to the Level 98 powerhouses Du Busi and Xuan Zi, and even faintly rivaling Ye Xishui as a Limit Douluo.
The terrifying pressure held every sign of standing toe-to-toe with Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui, who had moments before been brimming with killing intent and looking somewhat deranged, suddenly calmed down, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized the Northern Douluo before her, appearing somewhat wary.
One yellow, two purple, three black, and three red-nine incredible soul rings flickered continuously behind the Northern Douluo.
Xuan Zi stared blankly and muttered, "What formidable pressure. When did another Limit Douluo appear on the continent?"
He carefully recalled the generations of proud talents on the continent over the past century, truly unable to match the name of anyone who resembled the person before him.
Xuan Zi did not speak, instead exchanging a glance with Du Busi and Yan Shaozhe. Du Busi returned a blank expression, and Yan Shaozhe also gently shook his head, indicating that he was equally in the dark.
Yet Yan Shaozhe noticed that the high-level members of the Holy Spirit Cult wore expressions of shock and doubt, as if they had heard of this Northern Douluo's moniker. They all hovered in silence behind Ye Xishui, waiting for her to speak.
They were themselves Titled Douluos or even Super Douluo-tier powerhouses, but the conflict before them was no longer something they could participate in.
For a moment, the entire scene fell silent. This abruptly appeared Northern Douluo had