Dai Mubai let out a cold laugh, grabbed the other man's ankle, and slammed him repeatedly against the hard blue stone floor as if he were a sack.
The sound of "bang, bang, bang" rang out one after another, accompanied by the Soul Master's shrill screams.
In just a moment, the other man lost consciousness and went limp, leaving only a battered pair of wings hanging weakly behind him.
In the span of a few breaths, all five Soul Grandmasters had been dealt with.
Dai Mubai shook the force from his hand. The phantom image of a White Tiger appeared around him, and the icy chill in his eyes had yet to fade.
Everyone inside Tian Chun Pavilion had witnessed the scene. The murmurs that had filled the place moments ago came to an abrupt halt.
Nearly everyone present held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.
This was no ordinary conflict. It was plainly a one-sided massacre, like a ferocious tiger charging into a flock of sheep!
He had even dared to deal such a heavy blow to Fourth Prince's men. Young Master Dai was practically a god of slaughter. Who would dare speak up and provoke him?
Dai Mubai patted nonexistent dust from his hands, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene like lightning.
At last, his eyes landed on Xue Beng in the distance, who was hunched over and trying to sneak out of the pavilion.
He shifted his feet slightly and, after a few flashes, blocked Xue Beng's path. A teasing, wicked smile curled across his lips.
"Yo, isn't this Fourth Prince? What, I beat up your men, and now you're sneaking away without a word?"
Xue Beng was caught squarely in front of him. His legs went weak with fright, and he nearly