Bibi Dong was surprised. Seeing Master's current Soul Power, she felt gratified, yet she did not regard the Bright Holy Dragon as a threat.
After all, the gap between them was far too great.
She was a Titled Douluo, and one above Rank 95 at that—possessing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, bearing the inheritance of the Gods, a peak Douluo standing at the very summit of the continent's soul masters!
Their courage seemed so pale, so powerless, before the disparity in strength at this moment.
"Get lost."
Bibi Dong did not even spare them a proper glance, as though she were merely shooing away some irritating flies.
She simply flicked her sleeve. The motion was casual, as if brushing dust from her shoulder.
Bang! Bang!
Two dull impacts rang out, so heavy they made one's chest tighten.
The Soul Power barrier the Bright Holy Dragon had formed with all its strength was as fragile as paper before that casually waved purple-black radiance, shattering instantly.
The three of them suffered a devastating blow. Their chests visibly caved in as blood sprayed wildly from their mouths. They flew backward dozens of meters like kites with snapped strings, crashing heavily onto the hard stone floor and rolling several more times before coming to a stop. Dust billowed around them, and they could not get back up for a long while.
One of Flender's cat-owl wings had broken, while more than half of the True Fire of Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon had been extinguished.
Master's injuries were the lightest. Bibi Dong had still held back.
This was absolute power.
Before a force capable of reshaping heaven and earth, so-called courage, hot-blooded passion, and the bond between master and disciple could only bring an even more painful price.
"Old Poison, aren't you going to make a