"My grandfather is a Soul Douluo! If he wants to beat you, one punch is all it takes!"
Meng Yiran folded her arms arrogantly, ready to watch a good show. You dared bully me without using your Martial Soul? My grandfather will show you what it means that there is always someone stronger!
Snake Grandma snorted and gave her old man a look. Beat him half to death!
Dragon Duke nodded, stepped forward, and said proudly, "Brat, summon your Martial Soul!"
"You're not worthy of making me summon it!"
Tang Jiu's eyes brimmed with disdain. A Tool Spirit Master—no matter how high-level a Soul Douluo he was, how strong could his body possibly be?
Tang Jiu's body had broken through its limits time and time again. It had been tempered by the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and fused with three spirit bones. Even without summoning his Martial Soul, Tang Jiu was confident he could go head-to-head with a Beast Spirit Soul Douluo. As for a Tool Spirit who was not even Power Type, Tang Jiu simply did not take him seriously!
"Little Jiu, don't be careless! He's still a Soul Douluo, after all!" Zhao Wuji warned.
Zhu Zhuqing also stared at Tang Jiu with concern in her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to say something but held herself back.
"Little Jiu, how about I support you?" Ning Rongrong blinked, clearly wanting to pull a little trick.
"No need!"
Tang Jiu waved a hand and said to Dragon Duke, "If you can make me take even one step back, I lose! Then I'll personally hunt a Thousand-Year Spirit Beast for your granddaughter!"
Everyone looked at Tang Jiu as though he were an idiot. Wasn't he a little too confident?
"Arrogant!"
Dragon Duke frowned. Tang Jiu was openly mocking