The black energy had almost reached Dai Yunze.
The smile on the old man's face turned cruel and savage.
But in the next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air before Dai Yunze. With nothing more than a soft, cold snort, the black ball of soul power dissipated.
Immediately afterward, the old man gave a muffled grunt and staggered back a step. All the cruelty on his face turned to horror.
He stared at the figure who had suddenly appeared, utterly aghast. "It's you, Dragon Emperor Douluo?! Didn't you come to help me?"
But when he saw the fury and murderous intent on Dragon Emperor Douluo's face, he instantly realized something and shrieked, "No, he lied to me! You didn't come to help me at all!"
At that moment, every thought of killing Dai Yunze vanished from his mind. Only one thought remained.
Run!
But clearly, even with his Soul Saint cultivation, there was no way he could escape Dragon Emperor Douluo's grasp.
Hearing what the old man screamed, a glimmer of understanding flashed through Dragon Emperor Douluo's eyes. But that did not mean he would spare him. He casually pointed at the old man's retreating back. In the next instant, the old man dissolved and disintegrated within the darkness, dying before he could even scream.
Dragon Emperor Douluo lowered his raised right hand. The whole process had been as effortless as brushing dust off his clothes.
He turned calmly and looked at Dai Yunze, who still lay half-sprawled and powerless on the ground. His voice was icy. "Get up. I'm taking you to see the White Tiger Duke."
Only upon hearing the unfamiliar voice did Dai Yunze react a little.
He raised his head and looked at the familiar face of "Mr. Long" before him. Coupled with the