You Want Peace Talks When You Want Them and a Fight When You Want One? Do You Really Think Everyone Will Indulge You?

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

There, the Godly Taotie Bull's enormous body was engulfed in raging flames. Its roars and the explosions carried over from afar, yet remained clearly audible.

He had long predicted that Mo Yan would make a move during the Soul Master Tournament.

That woman appeared lazy by nature, but she held grudges deeply. After Yan Shao Zhe and Xuan Zi 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 to stroke his chin, a teasing smile curling across his lips. "A single avatar isn't enough to prepare for a one-against-nine battle."

From beginning to end, he had never taken that so-called Tang San avatar seriously.

Before an absolute gap in strength, it was nothing more than a self-deceiving joke.

High in the sky, Xuan Zi's mindset had long fallen from its initial arrogance into the depths.

The moment he broke through to Limit Douluo, he had believed himself invincible in this world, capable of crushing any Limit Douluo in a one-on-one fight. Only now did he understand just how absurdly wrong he had been.

Countless crimson fire dragons coiled and roared as they lunged at him with the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.

The skin of the Godly Taotie Bull's Martial Soul Avatar had long been covered in vicious burns. Blood continuously poured from its wounds, staining vast swathes of its scales red.

He tried to mobilize his Soul Power to suppress the injuries, but something terrifying happened—his Soul Power itself was ignited by the strange flames. The burning sensation traveled through