Du Busi was very pleased.
He had not expected that old bastard Mu En to really be dead.
Otherwise, with him provoking Shrek so blatantly, there was no way the other side would not have shown himself.
Looking at the vast Shrek, Du Busi suddenly felt a hint of irritation rise in his heart.
He raised his hand, then lowered it again.
Forget it...
The most important thing was confirming whether Mu En was dead.
As for everything else... that Soul Spirit thing was worth paying attention to.
"Du Busi!"
"You barged into Shrek without permission. What is the meaning of this?!"
With an angry roar, Xuan Zi shot into the sky.
"What is the meaning?"
Du Busi sneered.
"Xuan Zi, that old bastard Mu En is dead."
"And you think you are worthy of speaking to me with that attitude?"
As he spoke, he threw a punch, showing the other man no courtesy whatsoever.
Xuan Zi hurriedly raised a khaki Soul Power barrier.
The two began fighting in the sky.
After several brief probing exchanges, they separated.
Du Busi's expression remained unchanged, while Xuan Zi's had grown somewhat grave.
"Not bad... you have improved a little." Du Busi spoke calmly.
"This old man admits that I am indeed inferior to you."
Xuan Zi said unhappily, "But... you will not gain any advantage in Shrek either."
"This old man knows what you want. Elder Mu is indeed gone."
"You may leave now."
"I do not think Shrek and your Body Sect have any grudge against each other, do we?"
"Who said there is no grudge?"
Du Busi's expression did not change. "One or two years ago, one of this old man's disciples spotted a promising youngster."
"That boy even agreed to join the Body Sect after the tournament ended."
"But