Liu Erlong studied his expression.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I used up quite a bit of soul power. I just need to rest for a while."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his gaze returning to the two captives as his brows furrowed slightly.
"There's probably more to these two than meets the eye."
"Fallen Soul Masters at the Titled Douluo level, with a so-called Worshipper behind them... perhaps they belong to some Fallen Soul Master faction we don't yet know about."
As he spoke, a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.
"Keep them alive for now. We'll interrogate them thoroughly later."
Liu Erlong nodded, tightening her grip on the two men.
"Hmph, you were clearly their target today!"
She lowered her head to glance at the deathly pale Demon Blood Soul Master.
"We absolutely cannot let this matter rest!"
Doubts arose in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
In this era, Evil Soul Masters were still called Fallen Soul Masters.
By all rights, they should not have been so rampant.
Slaughter City still existed, and Spirit Hall had never stopped hunting Fallen Soul Masters.
Once Soul Masters who raised their cultivation through slaughter and devouring flesh and souls were exposed, Spirit Hall branches everywhere would join forces to encircle and eliminate them.
Even if they escaped by sheer luck, most could only hide in Slaughter City.
Yet these two had dared to brazenly attack the tournament convoy!
More crucial than their audacity, however, was their strength.
Two Titled Douluo!
How many people had Fallen Soul Masters needed to brutalize to cultivate to such a level?
Throughout that long process of growth, had they never drawn Spirit Hall's attention?
Or had they not grown up on the Douluo Continent at all?
A name suddenly leaped into Yu Xiaogang's mind.
*The Holy