Tang San's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Sweat covered his forehead, and his fingertips trembled slightly, but his gaze never wavered.
After letting go of Xiao Wu, Luo Yun summoned the Sun Corona Sword into his palm. Golden-green light flowed along its blade.
He held the sword and walked toward Tang San, one step at a time.
His scarlet eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. There was no killing intent, no anger—nothing at all.
But that calm was more terrifying than any killing intent, like the death god's polite greeting before reaping a soul.
Dai Mubai was the first to charge forward, placing himself in front of Tang San.
His tiger claws were still bleeding, and his Martial Soul was restless within him, but he didn't retreat.
He took a deep breath and pushed his White Tiger Martial Soul to its limits. Three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—revolved beneath his feet.
He knew he couldn't beat the young man before him. He hadn't been able to six years ago, and six years later, he had even less of a chance.
But he was the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils. He was their Boss Dai.
He could lose. He could be knocked flat, but he couldn't cower.
"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Ma Hongjun stood beside Dai Mubai, the Evil Fire Phoenix blazing behind him, dark red flames surging around his body.
Dust from his fall still clung to his face. A large patch of his robe had been burned away, exposing the flesh beneath, mottled red and purple.
He said nothing. The Evil Fire Phoenix's flames gathered in his palm into a ball of fire, growing larger and brighter.
"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
Zhu Zhuqing's figure blurred and disappeared into