Zhu Zhuqing watched the two figures about to vanish around the street corner, a trace of unwillingness flashing through her eyes.
She turned to Shen Lian and said resolutely:
"Brother Lian, I need you to hold off this Soul Saint."
Zhu Zhuqing knew clearly that with her current strength, even if she gave it everything she had, she could not take down the Soul Saint before Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Weisi escaped. Only with Shen Lian's help would she have a chance to keep them here.
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's words, Zhou Ming was just about to sneer, "This kid wants to stop me?" Before he could speak, however, an immense and boundless pressure suddenly descended from behind him. Like Mount Tai bearing down upon him, it enveloped him, leaving him almost unable to breathe as his legs trembled involuntarily.
Zhou Ming spun around in shock to stare at Shen Lian, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This pressure was tyrannical and pure, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth. He had felt it only from several elders of Spirit Hall.
"Ti... Title Douluo?"
Zhou Ming stammered, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
He simply could not imagine that this young-looking man before him was actually a Title Douluo-level powerhouse.
Shen Lian said nothing. He merely watched Zhou Ming with icy eyes, the pressure around him not weakening in the slightest.
He understood Zhu Zhuqing's intentions well. Since she wanted to settle this grudge with her own hands, he would create that opportunity for her.
Zhou Ming was firmly locked down by Shen Lian's pressure. Forget stopping Zhu Zhuqing; even moving a single step was incredibly difficult.
Regret filled his heart. Had he known the other party was a Title Douluo, he would never have shown himself no matter