Su Mutian was far faster than Subduing Demon Douluo, and in an instant, he had blocked the pair's path.
Thousand Jun Douluo's face darkened at once.
"What does the young hero intend?"
"What do you think?"
Su Mutian spoke calmly.
"We were only passing by. We won't disturb the young hero's fine business. If fate allows, we'll meet again!"
Thousand Jun Douluo was desperate to leave and unwilling to get entangled any further. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was certainly enticing, but one still needed the strength to seize it.
What was more, they had just witnessed Su Mutian's breakthrough process. Six rings, not one more, not one less!
This fellow who could beat a Titled Douluo into the ground was actually, truly, only a mere Soul Emperor!
He had not used any secret art to disguise his realm, nor had he shattered his rings and recultivated. It was those six strange, bizarre swords.
This... just what martial soul was it?
That question surfaced in both their hearts.
That place he called the Land of Light—were all its existences this monstrous?
Su Mutian, however, had not expected the nonsense he had spouted offhand to make Thousand Jun Douluo connect so many things.
Ultraman and the like—how could they possibly exist?
If the Land of Light truly existed, Su Mutian would be the one startled instead.
Ultraman wandering around the Douluo World?
A red ring appeared before Thousand Jun Douluo. It was Su Mutian's sixth spirit skill.
Su Mutian felt very helpless.
As a transmigrator who was timid, who would turtle up until the end of time, who would hide until reaching max level before coming out to stir up trouble, he was absolutely the number one coward in Douluo.
He dared bet that if he were the protagonist in a novel,