"You arrogant little brat, take this!"
An old man in a yellow robe could no longer suppress the rage in his heart and charged straight at Zhou Yi.
While still in midair, all eight of his soul rings lit up at once, their dazzling radiance shooting into the heavens.
Just as everyone thought the old man would win, Zhou Yi vanished without a trace. Before the crowd could react, Wen Mo Douluo's expression suddenly changed drastically.
Without hesitation, he shouted, "Come back!"
But his warning was clearly too late. A pale white flash streaked past, and the yellow-robed elder's head flew away as his body collapsed to the ground.
The other elder shuddered and was about to flee when a sharp pain erupted from his chest.
The elder lowered his head and saw the icy dagger buried in his chest. With a loud explosion, his body began bursting apart from the inside out, spraying a rain of blood across the sky.
Wen Mo Douluo clenched his fists. Two Soul Douluo had been instantly killed with a single strike. This boy was undoubtedly a Titled Douluo, and very likely a soul master above level ninety-five.
"Kid, what is your name?"
"Zhou Yi."
Wen Mo Douluo narrowed his eyes. "Zhou Yi... are you a descendant of that family?"
"Why do you talk so much? Are we fighting or not? If not, I'm leaving." Zhou Yi impatiently picked at his ear.
"Since little brother is so eager to spar with me, then I shall grant you that opportunity."
"Wait." Zhou Yi raised his right hand.
Wen Mo Douluo frowned. "What is it? Scared?"
Zhou Yi rolled his eyes at Wen Mo Douluo. "Bullshit. Your life isn't mine to take. Lin Xiao, he's yours!"
Lin Xiao rose from his chair with a smile. With