180: Great changes on the continent! Soul Masters from the City of Slaughter?

Several days later, Qian Feng and Water Binger entered the Continent and immediately headed towards Spirit Hall.

"Qian Feng, don't you feel like the Continent is a bit strange now?" Water Binger furrowed her delicate brows and pulled Qian Feng down into an unknown city.

Looking roughly, its scale was quite similar to Notting City.

Qian Feng frowned and looked around. There was no change in the scenery, the only difference was the people—there were no people!

"Where are the people? It seems the events happening within this Continent are more troublesome than we thought."

What else did Tang San do during this half-year absence?!

Wasn't that kid in seclusion? Did he come out early?

Qian Feng shook his head. Thinking about this was useless; it was better to hurry to Spirit Hall first.

Just as the two were preparing to fly back to Spirit Hall together, they suddenly looked towards the northernmost direction of the town simultaneously. There, a nauseating smell of blood permeated the air.

"Let's go!" Qian Feng was the first to fly towards the north, with Water Binger following closely behind.

With their current Soul Power, they reached the northernmost area in just a moment and walked towards the distance.

On a spacious training ground, hundreds of people were tied up by more than ten Soul Masters, piled up in the center like livestock.

"Boss, when are we starting?"

Among the more than ten Soul Masters, a tall, thin, pale-faced man was the leader. He snorted coldly, "The formation isn't ready yet, what's the rush? Have the other group of our people also infiltrated?"

"It's hard to deal with. When we entered Slaughter City, weren't Heaven Dou and Star Luo two Empires? How long has it been since we left? Why are the two great Empires so united now, and all listening to Spirit Hall?"

The pale man shook his head, "Just do our job; the rest will wait for the Sect Master's notification."

"Sect Master? What Sect are you people from? Why are you imprisoning the common people?" Qian Feng asked with his hands behind his back, while Water Binger, standing beside him, coldly assessed the group of Soul Masters and said:

"They are all Soul Douluo."

"More than ten Soul Douluo, yet they are tying up common people here. To do such a bizarre thing..." Qian Feng sneered, "Are you Tang San's people?"

"How dare you, you dare to call the Sect Master by his name! Oh, Boss, that woman with light blue hair next to him is quite good-looking~ Much more interesting than these mountain village women~"

More than ten people gathered behind the pale man, their gazes fixed on Water Binger, revealing lewd expressions.

"Hehe, kid. Who we are, is none of your business? I advise you to leave the woman and scram!" The pale-faced man waved his hand and continued to mock:

"You're really lucky, kid. Have you enjoyed this woman? Good heavens, that figure~ It's truly..."

The other party still wanted to say something, but Qian Feng was already preparing to charge forward.

However, Water Binger's anger was even greater, and she rushed towards the crowd before him. "Bing'er, just leave one alive."

"I understand."

"Brothers, the beauty is actively throwing herself into our arms, everyone get ready... huh?!"

As the few people were laughing and jeering, they suddenly widened their eyes. Water Binger charged towards them powerfully, and her Soul Rings appeared one after another.

Nine Soul Rings? A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring?

Titled Douluo!

"Quick, retreat!" The pale man was the first to react, and then everyone scattered and fled.

Water Binger's wings vibrated. With her level ninety-five Soul Power, dealing with these Soul Douluo was effortless.

Streaks of ice blades swept towards the crowd, directly piercing through their chests.

A moment later, only the pale-faced man remained, kneeling on the ground and pleading, "Sir, I'm sorry, Sir! We were blind and didn't know you were a Titled Douluo!"

Water Binger's face was cold, and she did not reply but looked at Qian Feng.

The latter walked over slowly, looked at the hundreds of people who were tied up, and widened his eyes, "What are you dozen or so Soul Douluo doing tying up a group of common people?"

"Uh..." The pale man knelt on the ground, his face showing difficulty.

Water Binger immediately snorted coldly, and a condensed ice blade hung above the man's head, ready to execute him at any time.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! The Sect Master wants to use them for sacrifice. All of us here have been following the Sect Master since Slaughter City!" The pale man was so scared his legs trembled, and he quickly kowtowed and begged.

"Are you Soul Masters from Slaughter City? Then the so-called Sect Master, Tang Sect? Is it Tang San?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The pale man nodded repeatedly and then said, "Tang San founded the Tang Sect, and we people just followed... and then..."

Suddenly, a hint of killing intent appeared in the man's eyes, and two silver needles shot out from his sleeve towards Water Binger and Qian Feng.

"Bone Piercing Needles!" The man snorted coldly, his entire body's Soul Power contained within them, a ferocious look appearing in his eyes.

The Hidden Weapons given by the Sect Master, if they landed a sneak attack, could even kill a Titled Douluo!

But at this moment, the two Bone Piercing Needles seemed to be suppressed by Soul Power, only able to float motionlessly.

Immediately after, a surge of Soul Power much stronger than Water Binger's swept towards him.

"This is... Limit Douluo? No... impossible, how could you be so young?!" The man's body trembled, and he didn't care about anything else, immediately changing direction and fleeing into the distance.

Qian Feng snorted coldly, his eyes narrowed, and he redirected all the Bone Piercing Needles towards the opponent's legs.

"Ah!!" The bone-chilling pain pierced into his body, and the man immediately fell to the ground, spitting out blood from his mouth, turning around and continuing to beg, "Sir, I'll talk, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything I know!"

"Sacrifice what? Is Tang San still in Slaughter City? How many other people do you have?"

"Sect Master Tang San, now... uh... Ah!!" The man clutched his neck, his eyes widened in extreme pain, and his body turned into blood water inch by inch.

"This..." Water Binger stepped forward, sighed, and said, "Didn't get anything useful out of him."

"Yeah, I don't know if it's a restriction or something, but as soon as they talk about the crucial points, Yu Xiaogang and this person will die directly. Heh, it seems Tang San's status is extremely high." Qian Feng shook his head, turned around, looked at the hundreds of people who were scared silly, and waved his right hand.

A ray of light flew out, and in an instant, everyone's ropes were undone. They all knelt down and thanked Qian Feng.

"No need, you should leave quickly, preferably head to Spirit Hall." Qian Feng said calmly, exchanging a look with Water Binger.

He then manifested a force of Golden Lightning within his body, condensing it into a round bead: "You can use this if you encounter Evil Soul Masters. Golden Lightning has a deterrent effect on them."

"Thank you, Sir, thank you, Sir!" An old man stepped forward with cupped hands, "I am the city lord here. I was planning to escape to Spirit Hall, but it seems I was a step too late."

"Grandpa, this person looks very much like Great Emperor Qian Feng mentioned in the books!" A little boy hugged his grandpa's leg and whispered.

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately knelt down:

"Great Emperor Qian Feng, please save the common people on the Continent!"

"Please rise. City Lord, tell me about the situation." Qian Feng sighed, shook his head, stepped forward, and inquired.