These three little brats were actually completely unharmed?
Especially that youth leading them.
In that instant just now, Zhao Wuji had clearly felt an exceptionally pliant force travel up through his bear paw, dispersing seventy to eighty percent of his palm force.
Borrowing force to counter force.
What a brilliant technique.
Zhao Wuji put away his contempt.
He shook his massive bear head, the muscles all over his body bulging as his golden fur gleamed beneath the sunlight.
"Interesting."
"No wonder you dared cause trouble at Shrek. So you came prepared."
Enhanced by his Martial Soul Avatar, Zhao Wuji's voice exploded through the air like muffled thunder.
"However."
"If this is all you can do, then this ends here."
Zhao Wuji moved.
This time, he was more than twice as fast as before.
His enormous body actually left behind a string of afterimages.
He was a strength-type Soul Master, but that did not mean he was slow.
Especially while in his Martial Soul Avatar state.
"Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm!"
Zhao Wuji's palms instantly turned pure gold.
This time, he showed no mercy.
Since they did not know their place, he would let them understand that the dignity of a Soul Saint could not be challenged.
A dense killing intent locked onto Tang San.
It was the aura that only came from having truly fought through life-and-death battles.
Back in the Soul Master World, Zhao Wuji had also been a ruthless figure, with no small number of lives on his hands.
He had developed the intent to kill.
These three little brats were too gifted. If he made enemies of them today and let them go, they would surely become a grave future threat.
Better to cripple them now.
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
His Purple Demon Eye