"What?!"
Mo Lan and Tang Wulin cried out in disbelief. They had never imagined that the Evil Soul Master before them would be so twisted, so vile.
"Hurry up. Time is limited. I've run out of patience. If you don't do it within ten seconds, I'll kill everyone here, then kill all of you too," Baru threatened at once.
Hearing the threat and sensing Baru's killing intent, the bandit leader immediately stripped himself bare in a few swift motions and lunged at Tang Wulin. Mo Lan, meanwhile, threw her arms around Tang Wulin, refusing to let him be harmed.
The three of them crashed against the train carriage. Afraid of provoking Baru or hurting Mo Lan, Tang Wulin did not dare unleash his full strength. For a time, the three of them tumbled into a tangled mess.
"What a depraved sight! Have people these days become so open-minded when facing life and death?" At that moment, an indifferent voice rang out, instantly bringing everyone on the train to a halt as they turned to look.
The first thing that caught their eyes was his striking platinum short hair and pupils. Paired with his cold, composed demeanor, the youth seemed to embody the saying: Golden Scale was never meant to remain in a pond; once it encountered wind and clouds, it would transform into a Dragon.
This person was none other than Lu Fa.
"Kid, how did you get here?" Baru's sinister voice sounded. "Forget it. It doesn't matter how you got here. Since you're here, you can play the game with them."
"Why did you come here? Run, quickly! He's a Soul King," Mo Lan said urgently. She still remembered this unusual youth vividly.
But after saying that, Mo Lan revealed a bitter smile. On this high-speed Soul Train, where