Seeing Tang San about to flee, Salas hurriedly said, "Tumo, take your Spirit Master squad and pursue Tang San. Dead or alive, do not let him escape."
After all, Tang San was the true Fallen Spirit Master. It did not matter if Titan escaped, but Tang San had to die.
In any case, the Spirit Master squad Tumo had brought were only Soul Emperors. Staying here would only get in the way.
"Yes!" Tumo immediately answered loudly, then shouted at the approaching Soul Emperor squad, "You, come with me."
With that, Tumo immediately led his men in pursuit of Tang San.
"You dare!"
Seeing this, Titan shouted. After activating his Martial Soul Avatar, he wrapped both hands around a nearby tree and yanked hard, uprooting it entirely.
The gorilla Titan had transformed into then swung the tree with both hands and hurled it toward Tumo and the others.
Bang!
But before the tree could leave his hands, a figure suddenly appeared before him, followed by a sharp flash of cold light.
The tree in Titan's hands was instantly cut into several pieces.
"Old gorilla, your opponent is This Seat!"
Salas smiled faintly. He held an azure longsword, its blade covered in a crystalline green shimmer that gleamed brightly in the darkness.
Eight soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—circled Salas, while a fierce aura erupted from his entire body.
No matter how pampered Salas had been these past years, he was still an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo.
Anyone who could reach this point either possessed extraordinary talent or extraordinary perseverance.
Salas belonged to the former!
If he had not spent these past years living in luxury and indulging in pleasure, he might well have broken through to become a Title Douluo.
"Salas, you lapdog of Spirit Hall! Today, even