"Rats!"
Xue Hen used the word to refer to Tang Hao, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan, showing not the slightest respect for the three Titled Douluo, all of whom were at rank ninety-five.
"Pfft!" A flash of golden light streaked by, and a blow suddenly struck his chest, sending him flying into a pile of rubble. Yue Guan struggled to crawl out, then his throat bobbed and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
The old man's blood loss today had far exceeded the limit.
Tang Hao and Gui Mei each crashed into a crumbling wall, smashing it to pieces before falling to the ground.
Hearing the cold voice that rang out from the center of their earlier battle, the three of them couldn't help but change expressions.
Who was it?
How could he be so fast?
Soon, the dust settled, revealing the figure in full.
The man had striking features, though not in a flamboyant way. His brows were straight, his eyes calm, as if they were deep pools that had swallowed all the light of the sky. Anyone who looked into them could see only their own reflection. He had a handsome nose and thin, tightly pressed lips. Though he looked barely past twenty, he seemed to have already learned to suppress every ripple beneath that composed exterior.
A silver necklace hung around his neck, and he held a long sword engraved with images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers. At his feet, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, and red—shone with dazzling light.
"Xue Hen!" The three men's pupils contracted sharply as they cried out in unison.
"Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao."
"Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei."
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan."
"All are top figures in the Soul Master World." Xue Hen