White Tiger Duke Mansion Uprising?

Immediately afterward, a pressure far surpassing that of a Limit Douluo descended as though it had physical substance.

All eight Title Douluo spat out blood in unison. Cheng Gang, whose cultivation was the weakest, collapsed to the ground on the spot, his entire face turning liver-colored.

Gritting his teeth, the Shattering Star Douluo erected layer after layer of Soul Power barriers before him. Yet before this pressure, those barriers shattered inch by inch as if they were made of paper.

He had lived for centuries and seen countless powerful beings, yet he had never felt such terrifying pressure.

This was not power a Title Douluo should possess. It was absolutely not even power that a Limit Douluo should possess.

"This aura... could it be a god...?"

A purple-haired woman slowly descended, the killing intent in her eyes nearly solidifying into substance.

"Thinking-of-Gang Fist, Thinking of Gang Until Madness, boohoohoo..." The purple-haired woman choked back sobs as she threw out her right fist.

Before the Title Douluo present could recover from their shock, a fist force carrying endless longing and sorrow came crashing down upon them.

Cheng Gang bore the brunt of it. His entire body was struck by the fist intent and exploded like cream, turning into a mist of blood that filled the sky.

Then, the remaining seven Title Douluo were unable to escape disaster either...

Dai Mubai stared blankly at that purple-haired figure. His right hand unconsciously clenched, loosened, then clenched again.

Ever since they had parted ways at the God Forbidden Land, he had thought he would never see her again.

She had been taken away by the God of Pride. Dai Mubai did not even know how she had been faring, but he had never imagined that she would descend like a heavenly deity to save