Pain!
Too painful!
Yu Xiaogang truly hoped that this newly appeared powerhouse was his mother!
Liu Erlong was also getting fed up. She said impatiently:
"A Jie, according to our deal, I'll only hold them off for half an incense stick. If you can't escape..."
"Or if you get captured again, it'll have nothing to do with me."
Jie Ge nodded heavily and shouted, "I understand. Thank you, Senior."
"Xiao Gang."
Jie Ge hurriedly got up, grabbed Yu Xiaogang, and ran. "Let's go. From here on out, we have to rely on ourselves."
"Mm!"
Yu Xiaogang looked back reluctantly at the enviable Holy Light Dragon in the sky. That was the mother Yu Xiaogang wanted—ah, no!
That was the Martial Soul Yu Xiaogang wanted!
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted, gripping his Martial Soul, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. "Eighth Soul Skill..."
"Your opponent is me!"
Liu Erlong instantly intercepted them in midair, directly confronting the group of Soul Masters led by Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Explosive Flame Dragon Breath!"
Roar—!
The terrifying dragon roar instantly shook the entire Spirit Hall.
The thousand-meter Holy Flame Sacred Dragon coiled in the air opened its mouth and spewed dragon breath, instantly turning the skies above Spirit Hall into a sea of fire.
But!
That sea of fire was about to fall. If those countless flames came down, they would be redecorating Spirit Hall from top to bottom.
"What the hell?"
Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's eyes widened in an instant.
The script... the script was right, but Liu Erlong's Soul Skill was wrong!
What the hell?
Even a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill shouldn't be this terrifying, right?
If all that dragon breath fell, it would burn down half of Spirit Hall. They would be in deep trouble!
"Old Ghost, hurry!"