Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 623 The Difficulties of Pioneering (Daily 10,000 words)

The fat man scrambled away.

Disturbed by the fat man, the Shrek Academy students lost their desire to continue resting.

"Nana, who was that person who just came?"

Having just emerged from her cultivation state, Wang Dong'er asked in a slightly surprised tone, her voice barely registering.

"Madam, this person is nobody. Even without our intervention, they'll probably be gone in a while."

"So, we're just leaving it at that?"

"Of course not. Who knows if this idiot is actually acting on behalf of other forces in the city, trying to steal our market share? They'd better be lucky to survive."

Nana's tone was calm, but in the other party's eyes, the fat man Feng Ling, who was fleeing in a sorry state, was already a dead man.

Every now and then, the underworld produces these arrogant brats who are oblivious to their own mortality. They have nothing but a life, yet they think they can sit in the positions of those bosses, so they act recklessly.

It's pointless to argue with these idiots who can be killed off only to be replaced by another batch. The only effective solution is to catch and kill the mastermind behind it.

But the outcome was beyond Nana's expectations; Fatty Feng Ling quickly ran back to his own camp. His shouting match with the Shrek Seven Devils had naturally been heard and seen by the Chongtian Sect members. At this moment, including the two middle-aged men leading the group, they immediately gathered together.

"whee."

Wang Dong'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "Nana, it seems you guessed wrong. This fat idiot is just spoiled. He's not really from the city. Judging from their appearance, they're probably from a sect that came to participate in the competition."

Nana's face showed a hint of embarrassment: "That's why our power is still only in Mingdu so far. Although there are many fools in Mingdu, at least there are evil soul masters. Many fools have already been plotted against and killed, and dumped by evil soul masters as trash cans to destroy the evidence."

"The factions that survive are generally more rational and can form a relatively stable power circle. At most, they will test each other, but they are all afraid of death. If you really put a knife to someone's throat, they will know to take a few steps back and give up the pie."

"On the contrary, these fools who left Mingdu are local tyrants. Forget about seizing territory, even if we do business with them, they want to split the profits tenfold and make our people work for them for free. We can't just kill them one by one."

"Hey, hey"

At this point, Nana kept sighing. She never expected that the biggest obstacle to the development of her forces would not be manpower or funding, but how to make idiots listen to her.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The crowd from Chongtianmen walked over in a large group, among them a middle-aged man who looked at Ji Juechen, who had already drawn the Sword of Judgment, with a cautious expression.

To be honest, this middle-aged man was actually a little unsure of himself.

Even disregarding the others behind Ji Juechen, just looking at Ji Juechen alone with his sword, his overwhelming sword intent set him apart from them.

And those men and women behind them, damn it.

That damn fatso!

Are your eyes just for breathing?!

Do you see any of these people exuding a quality that you've never seen in your local small town?

This indifference, this disdain, this look of looking at them like they were trash—how could anyone but a great academy or a powerful clan cultivate such a person? Even the most brilliant geniuses in the academies he had attended did not possess this indescribable aura.

As Ji Juechen carried the Sword of Judgment, his entire demeanor underwent a wondrous transformation. It was as if he were assimilating with his surroundings, but rather, it was he assimilating the environment rather than the environment assimilating him.

Everything around him became incredibly quiet; even the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing vanished. Even the vibrant, colorful world was shrouded in a faint gray after he passed by.

This feeling caused the two middle-aged men leading Chongtianmen to turn serious.

Ji Juechen finally stopped: "Still not convinced? Hand over the person."

As he spoke, he raised the Sword of Judgment in his hand, gripped the hilt with both hands, and slowly raised this powerful level-eight soul tool above his head.

A strange luster extended upwards from the hilt of the sword, and six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—rapidly rose from beneath Ji Juechen's feet. But in the next moment, these spirit rings turned completely gray, just like his entire being.

The people from Chongtian Sect naturally wouldn't let Ji Juechen slaughter them. The younger ones quickly scattered, while the two middle-aged men each released their own soul rings. Like Ji Juechen, they were also six-ring Soul Emperor level experts. However, the color of their soul rings was somewhat inferior.

The two middle-aged men, one with three yellow and three purple spirit rings, and the other with three yellow, two purple, and one black spirit ring. Clearly, this wasn't the first time these two had teamed up.

The Soul Emperor with three yellow and three purple rings retreated swiftly, simultaneously hoisting a soul-guided cannon onto his shoulder. His soul rings flashed alternately, and his soul power surged at an astonishing rate. He was clearly a highly orthodox Soul Master.

Another middle-aged man stood still. With a clanging sound, a heavy suit of armor appeared on his body.

The armor was jet black with glittering silver accents, clearly made of a special metal. This included the helmet, which completely covered his body. Furthermore, this Soul Emperor-level melee Soul Master also carried a heavy shield.

Chongtianmen was clearly a sect of Soul Masters; apart from the two middle-aged men, everyone else had also released their own Soul Tools. The fat man, Feng Ling, who had previously provoked and shouted, was also clad in heavy armor and carrying a heavy shield.

Moreover, his armor appeared to be even better than the middle-aged man's. However, he only had four spirit rings. Coupled with the heavy shield in his hand, he protected himself like a tortoise shell, as if afraid others wouldn't know how afraid he was of death.

But the two middle-aged men's expressions changed. What Ji Juechen was holding was a genuine level eight soul tool, worth an unknown amount of ten-thousand-year soul bones.

Moreover, the aura emanating from Ji Juechen suggests that he is not just a Soul Emperor, but a Soul Saint who has not yet absorbed his seventh soul ring!

The earth dragon that had just swung its claw shifted its body, stood up, and bared its teeth towards Chongtian Gate, revealing the aura of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, and it seemed to be a soul beast at the first twenty thousand years level.

For them to be able to send out Soul Saint level experts as henchmen and use a 20,000-year-old earth dragon as a mount, it seems like they've kicked a hornet's nest.

(End of this chapter)