Xu Sanshi: Still want to fight?
Beibei: Let's try first. If it doesn't work, we'll see.
Xu Sanshi wiggled his brows. "Easy for you to say!"
Beibei: I'm the team captain!
Xu Sanshi: ...
And just like that, the two finished communicating through their eyes.
In terms of combat strength alone, Xu Sanshi, who was only a Soul Emperor, was completely no match for Beibei, who possessed the cultivation of a Soul Saint.
Xu Sanshi's advantage lay in his skill set.
He had mobility, control, defense, and special mechanics. This guy's soul skill configuration was simply disgusting. Beating him basically required overwhelming raw strength.
But that was exactly what they wanted.
Even if Long Aotian, a Soul Saint, came over, breaking through Xu Sanshi's turtle shell would take tremendous effort and consume an enormous amount of Soul Power.
Unfortunately, Xu Sanshi, who was all defense, had encountered Meng Hongchen.
With their overall attributes roughly equal, Meng Hongchen held the advantage of Ice-Fire Poison.
For other Soul Masters, unless they possessed Ultimate Ice, being struck by the Vermilion-Eyed Ice Toad's deadly poison would leave even a Titled Douluo at a disadvantage.
Xu Sanshi could rely on his powerful Martial Soul with divine beast bloodline to delay the onset of the poison to some extent, but the problem was that his own offensive power was not top-tier.
That immediately made the outcome uncertain.
Meng Hongchen's strength also included her specialty: Soul Tools.
That made Xu Sanshi feel extremely uncomfortable.
He actually regretted it a little now. If he'd known, he should have swallowed his pride and asked Yuhao for a Battle Armor to play with. Even a close-combat Soul Tool would have been fine.
He had thought that with a Soul Saint like Beibei, taking second place in the Soul Master Tournament