Chapter 27: Hunting Soul Squad (1 / 1)
Dragon City had two major powers: the Heaven Dragon Sect and the Earth Dragon Sect.
Among them, the Heaven Dragon Sect originated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect from ten thousand years ago, inheriting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul.
Although it shared the same martial soul as Bei Bei, the two were not from the same lineage.
After all, Bei Bei and Mu En's lineage came from Yu Xiaogang's branch ten thousand years ago.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Jiang Li.
His main purpose in coming to Dragon City was to investigate whether there were any teams organizing expeditions deep into the Far North.
Even if the person who stole the Sealing God Platform was a Titled Douluo, they probably wouldn't dare enter the core region of the Far North alone.
So Jiang Li concluded that the person would definitely form a disposable "cannon fodder" team to scout ahead.
As the largest city closest to the Far North, Dragon City was the easiest place to find such teams.
Thus, Jiang Li planned to investigate recent expedition lists heading into the Far North.
With that thought, he slowly walked into the largest tavern in the southern district—Wind and Snow Tower.
This place was a gathering spot for mercenaries and adventurers. If he wanted expedition information, this was the right place.
The moment he entered, noise flooded his ears.
Shouting, laughing, the clash of weapons—all mixed together with the smell of grilled meat and cheap alcohol.
Jiang Li scanned the hall and quickly locked onto a table in the corner.
That table was strange—seven or eight people sat around it, yet not a single sound was made.
At the main seat sat a man in a dark cloak, his hood lowered, revealing only a sharp, cold jawline.
More importantly, this man was a Titled Douluo.
Although his aura was well concealed, Jiang Li could still sense it clearly.
A flash of surprise appeared in Jiang Li's eyes.
A Titled Douluo appearing here at this time, forming a team for the Far North?
Perfect timing.
Without hesitation, Jiang Li walked over.
Just as he was about to speak, the cloaked man said in a low voice:
"I am forming a team to enter the core region of the Far North to hunt soul beasts.
Requirement: Soul King or above. Life and death at your own risk. After completion, each member receives 200,000 gold soul coins."
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding people reacted slightly, but no one spoke.
The core region of the Far North was the territory of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North. Even a Super Douluo would think twice before entering.
Jiang Li sneered and pulled out a chair, sitting down casually.
"I'll join."
The room instantly fell silent.
Everyone turned to look at him—surprised, mocking, and amused.
A burly man slammed the table and stood up.
He was over two meters tall, muscular, with clear Soul King-level fluctuations.
He looked at Jiang Li like an ant.
"Kid, who do you think you are? Get lost!"
His voice was loud and rough, shaking the windows.
Seeing Jiang Li dressed plainly with no visible soul power, he assumed he was just an ignorant fool.
The cloaked man lifted his gaze slightly but said nothing—clearly allowing it.
Jiang Li calmly replied, "Why? I can't join?"
The burly man sneered.
"With your body? You won't even fill a soul beast's teeth!"
Then he grinned cruelly.
"But fine. If you can survive one of my palms, I'll let you join."
He raised his massive hand and struck toward Jiang Li's head without hesitation.
No mercy at all.
The crowd gasped.
But in the next instant—
Jiang Li didn't even stand.
He casually tilted his body and threw a punch upward.
No soul power explosion.
Only a dull crack.
Crack—
The sound was chilling.
The burly man's expression froze instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief.
It felt like hitting a thousand-year black iron. Bones shattered instantly, soul power collapsing.
Before he could scream, Jiang Li's fist continued forward and struck his chest.
Boom!
The man flew backward like a sack of meat, crashing into the wall.
He slid down lifelessly.
Dead.
One punch—instant kill.
The entire Wind and Snow Tower fell dead silent.
Everyone looked at Jiang Li as if he were a monster.
The cloaked man finally raised his head, his tone becoming serious.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Li wiped his hand casually and smiled.
"Jiang Li. Now do I qualify?"
The cloaked man paused, then nodded.
"Fine. But once inside, you obey my command. Otherwise, you die."
He did not feel threatened.
In his eyes, Jiang Li had no soul power, likely just hiding it with a soul tool. At most, Soul Saint level.
Not worth fear.
Jiang Li said nothing, only poured himself a drink and drank it in one gulp.
Soon, the thirty-man hunting team was formed.
The cloaked man stood.
"Three quarters of an hour. Assemble at the city gate."
Then he walked out, releasing faint Titled Douluo pressure.
Jiang Li placed the cup down and followed at the back.
No one dared approach him.
Fear had already replaced contempt.
At the city gate, cold wind swept snow across the ground.
The cloaked man stood with hands behind his back.
"Depart."
He stepped forward first, heading toward the endless white northern wilderness.
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