A faint, indifferent sneer tugged at the corner of Luo Ping's mouth. Walking the edge between life and death had made him scorn those things that seemed so important, like bearing and dignity.
In this perilous world, only survival was the fiercest desire in his heart—for himself, and for everything he cared about.
The Crimson Luo Family's way of nurturing talent was never gentle.
The next instant, though he dodged the pure-white sword radiance, it exploded behind him without warning. Rocks shattered and dust billowed, leaving him covered in dirt, like a lone ghost fleeing the flames of war.
But right now, how could he have the leisure to care about the dust all over him?
His face had turned ashen. Those three sword radiances, each one containing terrifying might, made his heart tremble.
Three titled experts?
No. Even three with Titled Battle Power would have made him treat them cautiously and carefully at his peak.
Let alone now, when he still carried light injuries that had yet to heal.
He looked around. Seven masked Black-Clad Men had silently closed in around him, four men and three women, their figures straight, their bearing extraordinary, killing intent cold and fierce.
Among them, those three women were precisely the ones who had launched the attack on You Guangzhou just now. Their strikes had been sharp and precise.
Yan Wufeng, that comrade who had always been Steady as a Mountain, was now coughing blood, his figure staggering.
And You Guangzhou had also been blasted away by the impact of the sword radiance, looking utterly miserable.
Worse still, a Soul Douluo with flight, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, was already heading straight for You Guangzhou. The crisis was about to erupt.
This speed was extremely fast even among Flying Soul Masters!