After Xu Tianran left, the Holy Spirit Cult's Soul Douluo immediately summoned the Soul Saints and Soul Emperors under his command to prepare to strike, without the slightest hesitation.
Delay bred complications. Two Soul Douluos-he did not want anything to go wrong with resources of this caliber just because he arrived a little late.
After all, although the Holy Spirit Cult had plenty of resources, once they were divided among everyone below, he actually received very little.
At least, with the Holy Spirit Cult's current reserves, resources at the Soul Douluo level had absolutely nothing to do with him, and even Soul Saints were rationed.
Ultimately, this was Douluo II, not Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King. High-ranking Soul Masters were no longer as valuable as they had been in Douluo I, but they were still worth their weight in gold.
Those at the Soul Douluo level were, at the very least, heads of major clans. Even many members of Shrek's Sea God Pavilion only had cultivation at this level.
Thus, once he decided to strike, the Soul Douluo prepared everything as quickly as possible.
Even so, just as he was about to leave the Holy Spirit Cult's local branch, something unexpected still happened.
"Third Brother, keeping the whole feast to yourself isn't very nice."
An old man holding a black banner blocked the Soul Douluo's path. Eight Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, and four black-pulsed around him. Clearly, this old man was also an Evil Soul Master at the Soul Douluo level.
At the sight of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in the old man's hand, the old man who had discussed matters with Xu Tianran felt his heart sink.
He knew this man, another Soul Douluo whose Martial Soul was the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. He was very strong, someone who might well make a push for Titled Douluo if given the opportunity.
"Don't be like that, Third Brother. Your Martial Soul is blood, and you need to devour other people's blood to cultivate. My Martial Soul is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and I cultivate using other people's souls. The resources we need complement each other perfectly. Isn't that just right? Besides..."
The Soul Douluo with the Ten Thousand Soul Fan glanced at the people behind the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo.
"You're bringing so many people along. There must be quite a few resources, right? Let me think. Soul Douluos, and probably more than one. Two, or three?"
"Third Brother, not to criticize you, but we ought to be more cautious when handling things. Although everyone in our Holy Cult is far stronger than others of the same rank, and fighting above our rank is a breeze, it's not the ten thousand ordinary cases we fear, but that one exception."
"If there's anything unusual about those two or three Soul Douluos, it'll cost us our lives. We only get one life. We don't have a chance to resurrect."
"Listen to your brother's advice. Play it safe and bring me along. I have a group of men under me too. When the time comes, we brothers can split things down the middle. You take the blood, I take the souls, and we can give the remaining bodies to the Holy Cult in exchange for some good stuff."
A faint layer of blood-colored armor appeared on the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo. "And if I say no?"
The instant the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo finished speaking, six Soul Saints and thirty-four Soul Emperors flew up behind the Soul Douluo with the Ten Thousand Soul Fan.
Looking at the six Soul Saints and thirty-four Soul Emperors behind the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Soul Douluo, the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo's cold expression instantly turned into a smile.
"Fifth Brother, look at you, getting worked up again! If something good came my way, would I, your older brother, ever leave you out?"
"Would I?"
"Of course not!!!"
"I've always treated you like my own brother. Besides, you want souls and I want blood. What we brothers want has never conflicted. How could I possibly forget you?"
"This time, I simply didn't want you to take any risks, which was why I didn't call you right away. As your older brother, I was afraid something might happen to you."
The blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo clasped the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Soul Douluo's hand, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum in bloom. He could not have been more enthusiastic.
"Third Brother! That's where you're wrong! Tell me, am I, your younger brother, someone who's afraid of trouble?"
"Never mind a little danger-even if it meant climbing a mountain of blades and plunging into a sea of flames, if you went, could I, your younger brother, just stand there and watch?"
"How could I let you venture into danger all alone over a tiny bit of risk, Third Brother? I couldn't possibly do that!" the Ten Thousand Soul Fan Soul Douluo declared with righteous conviction.
Hearing the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Soul Douluo's righteous words, the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo seemed to feel guilty too, and hurriedly patted his hand again. "It was my fault. A good brother stands by his brothers!"
"A good brother stands by his brothers!"
Hand in hand, the two quickly reached an understanding, then led their men toward the Su Clan.
After two days of travel, the group soon arrived at Shanhai City, where the Su Clan resided.
"Since you brought six Soul Saints, we might as well reinforce the concealment Soul Tool further."
After briefly inspecting the Su Clan, the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo spoke.
Normally, a Level 8 Soul Tool required a Soul Douluo-level expert to operate it. A small number had been modified to lower their operating requirements, but the requirements for that Level 8 concealment Soul Tool had not been lowered.
But they were Evil Soul Masters. To Evil Soul Masters, sacrificing something at seven rings to briefly unleash eight-ring Soul Power to sustain it was perfectly commonplace.
The blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo's original plan had been for four Soul Saints to sustain the concealment Soul Tool while he personally killed the Soul Saints and Soul Douluos. The remaining Soul Emperors and the Soul Masters below that rank would be left to the others participating in the attack.
Now that there were more people, the plan naturally changed accordingly.
Eight Soul Saints would strengthen the concealment formation together, while the remaining Soul Saints and Soul Emperors cleared out everyone within the concealment Soul Tool.
He and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Soul Douluo only needed to hold the line.
After all, he had needed to work when they had so few people. If he still had to work after giving away a heap of things, those things would have been given away for nothing, and those people would have come for nothing.
"Good. Then let's take a break first. We'll come out if something unexpected really happens."
The Ten Thousand Soul Fan Soul Douluo had no objections to the blood Martial Soul Soul Douluo's arrangements. Hunting down resources directly was very satisfying, but waiting for others to deal with things and deliver the resources felt pretty good too.
With the two Soul Douluos in agreement, the Soul Saints and Soul Emperors under their command immediately got to work. In just a few hours, everything was ready.
When night fell, the concealment Soul Tool instantly rose, preventing any sound or image from within the Su Clan from getting out.
Then three Soul Saints took to the air with more than seventy Soul Emperors. All of them were equipped with Soul Tools beyond the range they could normally use.
Seeing three Soul Saints and a group of Soul Emperors suddenly appear within the clan grounds, a Soul Saint elder who was outside looked grimly at the clearly hostile group and cupped his fists in greeting.
"Gentlemen, might there be some misunderstanding between us? Why don't we sit down and talk? Better to untie knots of enmity than tie new ones."
"A misunderstanding?" The leader of the three Soul Saints laughed. "No, there's no misunderstanding! Mere ants-I'll kill them whenever I please!"
"Oh? Is that so? As long as they're ants, you can kill them whenever you please?"
"Of course. Mere ants, our Holy Cult..."
The Soul Saint was about to continue when the Soul Saint beside him suddenly tugged his sleeve, then pointed in the direction the voice had come from.
There, three Soul Douluos with two yellow, two purple, and four black rings each were silently watching them. They said nothing, but faint fluctuations of Soul Power emanated from the Level 9 Soul Tools they wore.
The Evil Soul Master Soul Saint: "..."