Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

"Should we run away? We... really can't afford to fight this, and we can't afford to mess with them."

"It's alright. I was worried that the official who came wouldn't be high enough."

Zhang Mo's storage soul tool contains the Sea God's Token.

This thing is more effective the higher the person's position. If you show this to ordinary people, they might not even know what the Sea God Pavilion is.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in magnificent armor entered the Iron Blood Sect.

His numerous scars and imposing aura proclaimed his extraordinary status.

"What happened? Who is handling the scene?"

"Reporting, sir! It's me! I'm Bian Tong, captain of the third squad of the Tiandou City Defense Force!"

Captain Bian, no longer displaying his earlier arrogance, bowed respectfully. Then, he fawned over the newcomer, whispering in his ear and pointing at Zhang Mo and Tang Ya.

The man's expression changed slightly after hearing this. He glanced at Tang Ya and then stared at Zhang Mo.

"You were able to kill so many Soul Masters in Heaven Dou City so quickly, you must have some kind of master. Considering how hard you've worked to cultivate, I won't give you a chance to reveal your sect."

"You're not worthy to know where I come from. Send someone of a higher rank!"

The man in the ornate armor frowned slightly, but did not speak immediately.

At this moment, a voice rang out from outside the Iron Blood Sect.

"Uncle Sun! As long as they are Soul Masters, it's easy to handle. I'll do it. Don't hurt your brothers."

A loud but very familiar voice rang out. Zhang Mo tried to recall, but couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

Soon, the group filed in, the leader being a burly man with an excited glint in his eyes.

Six people of different appearances followed behind him.

The burly man entered and scanned the room, finally spotting Zhang Mo. He visibly paused, then quickly rubbed his eyes.

Zhang Mo then realized that the burly man looked somewhat familiar.

"Um?"

"what?"

"Holy crap, Zhang Mo!"

"Jiang Peng?"

The burly man was none other than Jiang Peng, the captain of the Di'ao team, whom he had faced off against in the Soul Fighting Tournament.

The six people standing behind him were naturally the members of the Di'ao team, including Qiu Bufan and Wang Xiao.

The man Jiang Peng addressed as Uncle Sun relaxed his brows, his eyes widened, and he asked, "Jiang Peng, do you know this person?"

Jiang Peng pointed at Zhang Mo, about to say something but then suddenly shut up, his head turning back and forth between Uncle Sun and Zhang Mo like a rattle-drum.

Finally, Jiang Peng stamped his foot, walked to Uncle Sun's side, and whispered something in his ear.

Uncle Sun's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What? You're saying he is...?"

Jiang Peng quickly covered his uncle Sun's mouth, saying, "Uncle, Uncle Sun. Don't say it, there are too many people around, we can't let it get out."

Then he slowly opened the mouth of the so-called Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun gave Zhang Mo another deep look, then turned back to give Jiang Peng an inquiring glance.

Jiang Peng nodded vigorously.

Uncle Sun took a deep breath, straightened his second-generation armor, then raised his left hand and shouted sternly, "All soldiers, get out! Stay at least a hundred paces away from the Iron Blood Sect. Don't let a single person in!"

"Yes, sir!!" the soldiers shouted in unison, then turned and marched out in formation.

Bian Tong also released his martial spirit at this moment. As a seasoned official, he cleverly realized that the true identities and backgrounds of the man and woman in front of him were probably not something that ordinary people could afford to offend.

That's true. What kind of good person would start killing people as soon as they enter the city without any attempt to conceal it, and then not even bother to run away afterward?

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

Just as he was about to step out of the Iron Blood Sect, Zhang Mo, holding the Sword of Judgment, pointed it directly at Bian Tong and said sternly, "He cannot leave."

Uncle Sun quickly turned his head and said, "You stay!"

"Chief Guard Sun, I..."

"Just stay, don't waste your breath!" Jiang Peng's voice, infused with his soul power, made Bian Tong dizzy. He reluctantly stayed.

After all the soldiers had withdrawn, Uncle Sun saluted Zhang Mo with a soldier's salute, then covered his left chest with his right hand, bowed deeply, and said, "I apologize for not recognizing you as Master."

Master? What is a master? Bian Tong didn't understand what the owner of this name represented at this moment, and just felt that Zhang Mo was a very hot potato.

"Hmph." Zhang Mo snorted coldly. The name "Master" was far from enough to give him that much face.

It must have been Jiang Peng who told him about his identity and his performance in the Soul Fighting Tournament.

"My name is Sun Wuwei. I am the captain of the Royal Guard of the Heavenly Soul Empire. If you need any help in Heaven Dou City in the next few days, please just look for me."

Seeing that the atmosphere had become relatively harmonious, Zhang Mo put the Sword of Judgment into his storage soul tool.

Seeing that Zhang Mo didn't respond, Sun Wuwei gave Jiang Peng a look, and Jiang Peng immediately understood.

He chuckled and strolled slowly toward Zhang Mo, saying, "Zhang Mo, why aren't you at Shrek Academy at this hour? What are you doing in Heaven Dou City?"

Shrek Academy!

These five words struck him like thunder, and Bian Tong began to panic.

Jiang Peng didn't mention that Zhang Mo had come to the Iron Blood Sect to kill someone. Given Zhang Mo's current status and abilities, if he came to Tiandou City directly without informing all parties, it must be for something important.

Zhang Mo found a relatively clean wooden stake in the training ground, moved it over, and sat down on it.

"Tang Ya, why don't you tell them why we came to Tiandou City?"

"Uh? Tell me everything?"

"Yes. Tell me everything in detail."

Tang Ya hesitated for a moment, but quickly composed herself and recounted the tragedy that occurred in the Tang Clan five years ago and how she and Zhang Mo had now joined hands to rebuild the Tang Clan in the city.

Midway through, Bian Tong sensed something was wrong and tried to sneak away, but was stopped by Wang Xiao behind Jiang Peng.

"Scumbag."

Then he slammed him to the ground.

As she spoke, Tang Ya's tears flowed again as she glared angrily at Bian Tong on the ground.

Bian Tongxin had a premonition that he might not live much longer.

He knelt on the ground, crawled to Tang Ya's feet, and hugged her tightly, crying and pleading, "Spare my life! Spare my life!"

"You might need me to rebuild the Tang Clan. How about I do you the hard labor?"

Jiang Peng snorted coldly and applied his soul power to suppress Bian Tong, rendering him unable to move on the ground.

Bian Tong shouted more and more loudly, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Spare my life! Spare my life!"

"Please, please!"

Zhang Mo took out a cigar that He Caitou had made with his soul skill from his soul tool, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a soul tool for ignition.

Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale a puff of smoke.

"Quack, quack!"

Under the vast moonlight, several pitch-black birds hovered and cried out above the Iron Blood Sect.