Compared to Ghost Princess's ferocious advance, Iron Pagoda's moves seemed much calmer.
But they were only calm on the surface.
In terms of sheer terror, Iron Pagoda was absolutely no weaker than Ghost Princess.
Behind him surged a vast sea of blood, while beneath his feet lay mountains of corpses.
Iron Pagoda stood before that blood sea and atop those bones, his blade tip hanging to the ground, his aura utterly still.
Yet both sides had unleashed their ultimate moves, and with the unfamiliarity between them, the difference was not immediately apparent.
The problem was that their teammates did not see it that way.
Although Gui Wuming publicly claimed to be the Ghost Lord's personal disciple, he actually had another identity.
He was the Ghost Lord's eldest son.
Their family placed great emphasis on efficiency. If they could do something themselves, they generally would not bother saying much about it.
The Ghost Lord was like that, and Gui Wuming was no exception. Ghost Princess, who spent most of the year in seclusion, had naturally inherited this good habit as well.
However, little communication did not mean shallow feelings.
Perhaps it was because the competition on Douluo Continent was simply too intense.
Or perhaps it was due to the influence of some particular culture, causing factions built around families to be especially united.
It was not as though there were no siblings who turned against one another.
But the chances of that happening were very low.
It barely accounted for twenty percent.
In a High-Martial World, such a ratio would be an utterly terrifying figure.
All in all, although Gui Wuming and Ghost Princess spent little time together and much time apart,
neither had ever stopped trying to understand the other.
Moreover, before the All-Continent Soul Master Elite Tournament began, Ghost