The Coiling Dragon Staff brothers — Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Suppressing Douluo — rushed anxiously to Qian Renfeng's side.
But before they could speak, Qian Renfeng pressed them down with one hand.
"What's the rush? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
"There are nearly twenty-five Titled Douluo present. If you want us all dead faster, then sure — go ahead and make a move."
This place was far from Spirit Hall. Even if the news were sent back immediately, it would take Qian Daoliu at least three days to arrive.
If they struck now...
Forget four of them — even with fourteen, they'd still be as good as dead.
This was the accumulated strength of countless years of evil soul master factions. Individually, none of them could compare to even a sliver of Spirit Hall's might.
But united together, their combined force surpassed Spirit Hall — and by far.
Moments later—
A blood-red pillar of light rose over Hanhai City, blanketing the entire city under its glow.
Gradually, the pillar solidified into a barrier — a one-way shield. Entry was allowed, but nothing could exit.
A Soul Emperor-level expert stood at the edge of the light pillar, activated a soul skill, and punched toward the crimson wall.
But the light barrier didn't even flicker. It was as solid as a mountain.
Unwilling to give up, the Soul Emperor unleashed his strongest soul skill and blasted the wall again.
Still, the barrier didn't budge.
"Step aside!"
A Soul Douluo-level cultivator barked. A moment later, he stood before the barrier and activated his eighth soul skill.
Boom!
This time, the barrier trembled slightly, reacting at last.
Countless radiant streams of energy struck its surface, causing it to shiver just once before returning to stillness.
The Soul Douluo, now embarrassed, activated his seventh soul ring. Behind him, a phantom of a giant bear emerged. His eighth soul skill struck again.
This time, the barrier cracked open a tiny gap.
But the opening was barely big enough for a three-year-old child.
Just as he prepared to strike again, the blood-red barrier instantly healed itself, leaving the Soul Douluo visibly stunned.
"This is bad… something really bad is happening!"
Meanwhile, Qian Renfeng silently watched as more and more Titled Douluo began to leave their seats.
They walked toward the central altar, one by one.
As they sat down, their soul power slowly began to radiate outward, converging toward the formation.
A short while later—
The number of Titled Douluo seated on the altar had reached fifteen.
Only about ten remained standing, not including Qian Renfeng and his companions.
At this point, the Twin Holy Sect Master smiled and explained:
"This mechanism can be considered a large-scale soul device."
"It gathers our soul power to fuel the grand formation — creating a trap capable of imprisoning even Titled Douluo."
"Most of our people are already in position. Now, dear Alliance Leader…"
"Would you be so kind as to help us, too?"
"After all, this ritual was approved with your blessing, wasn't it?"
Qian Renfeng's mind was clearly at work. Only about ten Titled Douluo were left off the altar — but they were all Level 95 or higher.
If he chose to fight now, he'd be facing six Titled Douluo, plus a Level 99 powerhouse.
A one-vs-seven scenario.
And what's worse—
Although many had taken their seats, they hadn't used much soul power yet.
If he attacked now… Qian Renfeng estimated a 90% chance of failure.
He smiled and answered:
"Of course. A sacrificial ritual should be full of joy, shouldn't it?"
"Little Qian, go up and lend a hand."
He gestured to Qianjun Douluo.
Even though Qianjun had a million reasons not to, he had no choice but to comply.
This wasn't before the vote anymore.
Even the Coiling Dragon brothers, dense as they could be, had figured out something was wrong.
The entire evil soul master coalition had united for this sacrificial ritual.
If the four from Spirit Hall didn't join in, they'd become the sacrifices.
"Yes, my lord."
Qianjun Douluo cupped his fists and moved toward the center, selecting a random cushion and sitting down.
But the Twin Holy Sect Master still wasn't satisfied.
He smiled again:
"Alliance Leader, the formation requires immense power. One titled Douluo isn't enough."
"Would you be willing to help us… once more?"
Qian Renfeng's expression didn't change. He kept smiling:
"As you wish. Little Mo, your turn."
Demon-Suppressing Douluo nodded and walked to the center, sitting next to Qianjun Douluo.
Qian Renfeng wasn't worried about their identities being exposed.
All four of them were wearing identical masks.
Unless someone had become a god, it would be nearly impossible to tell them apart.
The moment Demon-Suppressing Douluo sat down—
Six men stepped forward from behind the Twin Holy Sect Master and took seats around the two brothers.
Their arrangement was precise, as if rehearsed in advance.
They formed a tight circle, surrounding the two Douluo.
Even if the brothers tried to resist, they'd have to face six equally powerful Titled Douluo simultaneously.
Behind the Twin Holy Sect Master, three more Titled Douluo stood — the leaders of the Dark Dragon Sect, Flame God Sect, and Demonic God Sect.
All of them were Level 97 or higher.
Qian Renfeng was in a slightly better position, but he was being boxed in as well.
If he struck now, he might stand a chance — but only a small one.
There was still an 80% likelihood of defeat.
The Twin Holy Sect Master, still relentless, smiled again:
"Alliance Leader… perhaps you'd be willing to join us personally, too?"
Qian Renfeng had expected this.
He nodded slightly:
"No problem. But from now on, Twin Holy…"
"Don't play these little games with me again."
"This is the first time… and it will be the last."
"If you can't trust me, then we go our separate ways — simple as that."
With that, Qian Renfeng walked calmly to an open cushion.
Simultaneously, the three sect leaders took seats around him, locking their eyes on him.
The only person in this room who could still threaten them was Qian Renfeng.
The Twin Holy Sect Master looked at the scene, and tears streamed down his face.
"The Twin Holy Divine Sect… is finally witnessing the birth of true 'Twin Saints!'"
"Two Limit Douluo! That's the real meaning of our name!"
"I never dared imagine what this era would look like…"
"A time of heaven's chosen, where titans battle for supremacy!"
Suddenly, the four main gates of the venue swung open.
From the first gate, Ning Rongrong walked out slowly. Beside her was a young man, scruffy-looking, but with eyes full of resolve.
If Qian Renfeng were present, he would've recognized him instantly.
It was none other than the Food God Douluo — Oscar!
From the second gate, a slightly chubby youth strutted out with a flamboyant swagger.
His lecherous gaze would probably frighten off most of the young girls present.
From the third gate…