And so, a hunt targeting specific members of the Spirit Pagoda and high-ranking Federation officials began.
After hearing Tang Wulin's words, nearly everyone involved abandoned any thoughts of luck and did everything they could to flee.
What awaited them, however, was an almost frenzied wave of pursuit.
The reward Tang Wulin had offered was simply too tempting.
Anyone who helped hunt down a wanted target at the Super Douluo level could claim a set of Four-word Battle Armor from him as a reward. Titled Douluos would earn Three-word Battle Armor, Soul Douluos and Soul Sages would receive Two-word Battle Armor, and those below them would receive One-word Battle Armor.
Even if they did not want Battle Armor, they could exchange it for Federal Coins at market value as compensation.
But no one would choose Federal Coins.
Over the past three years, Tang Wulin's reputation as a Divine Blacksmith even more skilled than Zhen Hua had completely spread. Battle Armor personally forged by him could practically be called priceless treasures—items with a price but no market. Whenever one appeared on the market, it would trigger a frenzy of competition.
For the vast majority of independent soul masters without the backing of major factions, the appeal of those terms was beyond imagination.
Thus, nearly every soul master in the world began hunting the accomplices Qian Gu Dongfeng had exposed.
Just like that, another year passed in the blink of an eye.
"Th-thank you...!"
Inside Tang Wulin's office, an elderly man, tears streaming down his face, repeatedly bowed to Tang Wulin before leaving the room.
After watching him leave, Yun Ming, who was seated on the sofa to the side, asked, "That was the last one, right? We finally cleaned up all the enemies from back then."
"Mm."
Tang Wulin nodded, quietly letting