A Chrysanthemum, a Little Ghost

As his thoughts raced, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly reached out to stop Sword Douluo:

"Uncle Sword, don't act rashly!"

He knew that if Sword Douluo made another move, what awaited them would inevitably be Bibi Dong's terrifying attack.

Sword Douluo's cultivation was formidable, so he might be fine. But Ning Fengzhi, a level 79 Soul Saint, would likely suffer for it.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were extremely fast.

Flender, Qin Ming, Yu Xiaogang, and the Shrek Seven Devils, whose strength was far inferior to theirs, could not even hold on for half a minute before all of them were sent flying and crashed to the ground, vomiting blood without end.

Very soon, Tang San was the only one left standing in front of them.

Yet even so, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo did not let down their guard in the slightest. After sending Flender and the others flying, they actually began releasing their Martial Souls.

The golden, resplendent Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the deep-black, ghostlike Gui Mei Martial Soul emerged from Yue Guan's right hand and behind Gui Mei's back respectively.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—nine Spirit Rings each circled and pulsed around their bodies.

In that single instant, four Title Douluo using Martial Souls had appeared on the vast Palace Front Plaza before Pope Palace.

To the Spirit Master world, this was absolutely a grand event, one worthy of being recorded in its history.

But for the Shrek group, especially Tang San and Xiao Wu, it was undoubtedly a catastrophic disaster.

Xiao Wu had gone completely blank.

In her daze, she recalled the time when she and her mother Ah Rou had been hunted by Spirit Hall.

The scene before her was so similar to that day. The ones attacking her were still those