The people were ignorant.
And history was often written by the victors. Over the long river of these ten thousand years of history,
Tang San and the others had long since been glorified, and people all believed the Shrek Seven Devils were good people.
But whether they were actually any good was something only they themselves knew.
Now, there was one more person who knew: Lin Xiao.
He knew everything, understood everything. That was why he hated Tang San so much.
There were hardly any good people in Shrek.
"Hey, Golden Haired Loser, are you going to fight or not?"
"Five Gods, plus the High Priest of Sea God Island. Tsk, tsk, and so many Titled Douluo."
"My Fire Lotus is getting pretty excited."
As he spoke, Lin Xiao snapped his fingers. Five flames appeared beside him, and he watched the group with a cheerful grin.
The killing intent in his eyes burst forth at once.
The teasing expression from just moments ago had vanished.
Those who knew about the battle earlier all retreated several steps. Those flames were unbeatable.
Dai Mubai stared at the flames. Why did they seem not as frightening as he'd imagined?
They looked perfectly ordinary on the surface, but Dai Mubai knew these were the flames that had wounded Tang San.
Right in front of Dai Mubai, Lin Xiao began fusing the flames.
One... two...
With each flame he fused, the Titled Douluo retreated several meters. They couldn't help it—they were afraid. The scene of Tang San being blown up was still fresh in their minds.
Once Lin Xiao had fused three flames, everyone, including Dai Mubai, had retreated thirty meters. They were ready to flee at any moment.
Lin Xiao snorted and sent a voice transmission to Snow Empress and Ling'er. "Snow Empress, Ling'er,