The moment Dai Mobai finished speaking, the panic in Xue Ke's heart truly dispersed like a thin mist.
It was an indescribable feeling, as though an invisible hand had gently soothed the unease churning in her chest.
She tightened her grip on Dai Mobai's hand, her knuckles turning slightly white, the pressure carrying a resolve to entrust herself to him completely.
A figure shrouded in black robes flew out of the woods.
He held a long weapon that, like him, was wrapped in black cloth, making its exact form impossible to discern.
Dark patterns were embroidered on the cloth, almost invisible in the sunlight. Only when it occasionally shifted with the Black-Robed Man's movements did a cold, shadowy gleam flash across it.
But the terrifying Soul Power surging around him and the nine brilliant Soul Rings beneath his feet made everything clear.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!
The nine Soul Rings overlapped, radiating a heart-stopping glow beneath the midday sun.
The newcomer was actually a nine-ring Titled Douluo!
His target was unmistakable.
The instant he flew out of the forest, he charged toward Xue Qinghe.
His body tore through the air, leaving a distinct white streak behind him!
Even wrapped in black cloth, the long weapon in his hand exuded an astonishing chill.
That icy aura enveloped both Xue Qinghe and Xue Beng behind him, instantly turning their breath into white mist.
"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!"
The Heaven Dou Guards behind Xue Qinghe dragged their leaden bodies forward, weighed down by the Titled Douluo's aura, and charged fearlessly at the Black-Robed Man with Long Halberds in hand.
Their steps were heavy and slow, each one like trudging through a swamp, their bones creaking beneath the crushing pressure of the Titled Douluo.
The Black-Robed Man