Sensing the powerful Soul Pressure released by Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing's slender brows knitted together. Instinctively, she started to summon her Nether Civet Martial Soul so she could fight alongside Lan Si.
But Lan Si shook his head at her. With a casual wave of his hand, he easily dispelled Dai Mubai's Soul Pressure, then smiled. "Zhuqing, leave this Evil-Eyed Lecherous Tiger to me. If I can't even deal with him, how can I hope to protect you in the future?"
"Dai Mubai is powerful. His Soul Power has already reached level thirty-eight, so be careful." A warm current flowed through Zhu Zhuqing's heart at his words. After a moment's hesitation, she stepped behind Lan Si. Even so, she couldn't help worrying. Lan Si was twelve this year and had only become a Soul Elder four months ago, while Dai Mubai had been a Soul Elder for two years. If they fought, Lan Si could easily be at a disadvantage.
Lan Si gave her a reassuring smile and a slow nod, then stepped forward.
Seeing that Lan Si hadn't let Zhu Zhuqing join in, Dai Mubai's eyes flickered with surprise. But it was quickly replaced by a cold glint. He said sharply, "Kid, you've got guts. Under different circumstances, maybe I'd have befriended you, or even invited you to join Shrek Academy. But you shouldn't have laid a finger on Zhuqing. The hatred of having your wife stolen is irreconcilable. Today, one of us is going to lie here. If you lose, get as far away from her as you can and never go near Zhuqing again."
"Oh?" Lan Si looked disdainful, a mocking smile curling his lips. "And what if you lose?"
"I won't lose." Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Heh. In other words, you don't