Defeated Without Fighting

Two figures swept over at high speed. Apart from Zhao Xuan, only Tang San could make out their forms clearly.

The two landed in front of Bu Le. The men called Old Goose and Tian Ya stared at Bu Le for several moments before glancing at the others nearby.

"Bu Le, you got beaten into this state by two Soul Elders and a Soul Grandmaster?" The man who spoke had a deep, magnetic voice and messy hair, giving him a wild air. But his eyes were narrowed into slits, utterly ruining the impression.

Tang San's gaze sharpened. So strong! This man was definitely far more powerful than Bu Le.

Dai Mubai also sensed that something was wrong. He slowly retreated and stood beside Tang San.

"Tian Ya, you're one to talk! These brats are pretty strange!" Bu Le had recovered considerably by now. After circulating his Soul Power, he had forced Tang San's paralytic poison out of his body.

He tried taking a few steps, delight flashing across his face. Then he looked venomously toward the Shrek group.

Tian Ya glanced indifferently at Bu Le, then beckoned with his hand. The short blade that had blocked Dai Mubai earlier flew back into his hand. That short blade was actually his martial soul.

"Heh heh."

Old Goose chuckled at Bu Le's bedraggled state. He was a thin, small man who looked even more wretched than Bu Le and Fatty. His pupils were yellowish, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could have crushed a whole class of flies.

Bu Le was mildly annoyed at the sight. This was humiliating! But when his gaze swept over Tang San and the others, who were watching warily from across the way, he began to laugh, looking thoroughly delighted by their misfortune.

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