Yan Shaozhe stood opposite Mu Tianyi, the smile already gone from his face.
He looked at the slowly rotating red soul ring, his pupils contracting slightly.
He knew Mu Tianyi had hunted a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and Mu En's return to peak condition had also made him vaguely suspect something. But when that red soul ring truly appeared before his eyes, he realized he had still underestimated this child.
Mu Tianyi tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. A golden glow flickered at its tip, reflecting in his black eyes ringed with gold.
He looked at Yan Shaozhe and gave a slight bow.
"Dean Yan, be careful."
Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He raised a hand in a gesture of invitation.
The next moment, Mu Tianyi vanished from where he stood.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils suddenly shrank.
A streak of golden cold light had already stabbed toward him, so fast it nearly surpassed the limits of his reaction as a Titled Douluo.
The muscle memory forged through countless years of battle came into play at that instant. He almost instinctively tilted his head and retreated sharply, while a shield of golden flames condensed out of thin air before him.
Bang!
The spear tip struck the flame shield with a dull explosive boom.
Mu Tianyi emerged from the void, the tip of his spear grazing past Yan Shaozhe's cheek. The airflow it created sliced off several strands of hair by his ear.
Yan Shaozhe staggered back several steps before steadying himself, gasping for breath as a layer of cold sweat seeped across his back.
Just a little more.
If that spear had been even half a beat faster, or if his reaction had been half a beat slower, he felt there would