You Want Peace Talks When You Want Them, War When You Want It? Do You Really Think...

Inside a new room at the Sun Moon Hotel, Jin Tianming stood by the window, his gaze passing over layer upon layer of buildings before locking precisely onto the sky above Shrek Academy.

There, the massive body of the Godly Taotie Bull was engulfed in blazing flames. Its roars and the sounds of explosions traveled across the distance, yet remained clearly audible.

He had long predicted that Moyan would make her move during the Soul Master Competition.

That woman looked lazy by nature, but she held grudges fiercely. After Yan Shaozhe and Xuanzi had provoked her like that, how could she possibly swallow her anger?

"Then... Sea God Tang San, what will you do?" Jin Tianming raised a hand and stroked his chin, a teasing smile curling at his lips. "A single avatar isn't enough to prepare for a one-against-nine fight."

From beginning to end, he had never regarded that so-called Tang San avatar as a threat.

Before an absolute gap in strength, it was nothing more than a laughable form of self-deception.

High in the sky, Xuanzi's state of mind had already plummeted from its initial arrogance into the abyss.

The instant he broke through to Limit Douluo, he had believed himself invincible, certain that he could crush any other Limit Douluo in a one-on-one fight. Only now did he realize how ridiculously wrong he had been.

Countless scarlet fire dragons circled and roared as they lunged at him with the force to destroy heaven and earth.

The skin of the Godly Taotie Bull's Martial Soul Avatar was already covered in vicious burns. Blood streamed endlessly from the wounds, staining vast patches of its scales red.

He tried to use Soul Power to suppress his injuries, but something terrifying happened—his Soul Power itself was ignited by the strange flames.