The Bandit Leader felt bitter inside at being called a good child by Du Bai.
Before robbing Du Bai and his group, he had been a bandit chief who killed without batting an eye!
But now, the Bandit Leader did not even dare let out a peep!
Beside him, the Bandit Leader's companions—
the Ghost Wolf Bandit Soul Master, the Great Sword Bandit Soul Master, and the Meteor Hammer Bandit Soul Master—were all clicking their tongues in amazement at Zheng Datong and Du Bai's formidable strength.
At the same time, the three Bandit Soul Masters silently made up their minds: when their turn came, they would defend with all their might and absolutely would not risk their lives launching an attack.
My opponent is the personal disciple of this Titled Douluo. His cultivation and strength certainly won't be much weaker than that Soul Master called Brother Datong!
I absolutely can't underestimate him later. Otherwise, I'll end up just as miserably as my Big Brother!
The Meteor Hammer Bandit Soul Master thought to himself, unable to stop himself from glancing at Yu Chenglong with an incomparably solemn expression.
At the same time, the Meteor Hammer Bandit Soul Master also sympathized with the Bandit Leader. With one careless mistake, all his hair had been burned off, and large areas of his skin had been injured. It was truly miserable!
With the Bandit Leader as a lesson from the past, the three Bandit Soul Masters would be doubly cautious in the coming battle.
"Ha! You bandit chief, you really can't take much of a beating!"
"I still have two soul skills I haven't used."
"If I summoned the Golden Scaled Flood Dragon and the Hell White Tiger, that would be more than enough for you!"
Zheng Datong looked at the Bandit Leader and