Lu Ren stared straight at Zhongli Wu. "The Soul Spirit Contract I created on a whim will one day benefit the entire Douluo Continent, earning the gratitude and reverence of countless Soul Masters and establishing an immortal legacy for all ages. An evil cult faction like yours, hiding in the shadows and scraping by through slaughter and plunder, thinks it deserves to recruit me?"
Those words were a resounding slap across the Holy Spirit Cult's face in front of everyone.
Zhongli Wu's expression instantly darkened completely. His composure vanished, and cold malice churned in his eyes.
He was the Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, a man of immense authority. Even Xu Tianran ordinarily showed him some respect. When had a boy ever scorned him so publicly and humiliated him so thoroughly?
"Young man, what big words."
Zhongli Wu's voice abruptly turned bone-chillingly cold. A faint trace of killing intent quietly spread around him. Clearly, Zhongli Wu was already considering murder.
"Do you know what happens to those who publicly scorn the Holy Spirit Cult?"
A faint, almost imperceptible pressure of Soul Power suddenly bore down on Lu Ren.
As a Level 98 Super Douluo, Zhongli Wu possessed unfathomable cultivation. This pressure contained dense Soul Power, enough to crush an ordinary Titled Douluo in an instant.
The temperature in the hall plummeted. The guards instantly stiffened, struggling to breathe.
Yet Lu Ren, standing at the center of that pressure, remained straight as a pine, his expression undisturbed. Not even the hem of his clothes stirred.
To Lu Ren, the Soul Power pressure of a mere Level 98 was no different from a breeze brushing his face.
Lu Ren raised his eyes indifferently, his tone utterly contemptuous. "What, have you grown bold enough to attack here? No one else has