The seven of them had to join forces just to possess the combat power of an Ultimate Douluo.
Yet Jiang Chen alone had reached the level that all seven of them together could attain.
Tang San spoke gravely, warning, "Put away your previous contempt for him. Otherwise, we may very well be the ones who die."
The others all looked solemn, their hearts heavy. They no longer dared to look down on Jiang Chen.
Tang San continued, "From the looks of it, sitting back and watching the tigers fight is clearly the right decision. Let them tear each other apart, and we'll make our move in the end."
He was not a rigidly principled man. As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he was accustomed to killing with hidden weapons. What was wrong with using a little strategy in battle?
"Restore your Soul Power quickly. Once they determine the victor, it'll be time for us to act," Tang San reminded them.
On the battlefield, a hundred meters in the air, Jiang Chen could not help baring his teeth in pain.
Clusters of blood-red sword qi lingered within his wounds, and the sensation was excruciatingly intense.
His wounds wriggled as they healed, but their recovery speed was much slower than before.
For Jiang Chen as he was now, the foundation of his strength lay in his bones. Even he did not know just how hard his skeleton had become.
As long as his bones were unharmed, his zombie combat power would not be affected.
However, if those wounds happened to sever his meridians, they would affect his strength as a soul master.
Jiang Chen descended from the sky and slammed into the ground with a bang.
"Senior, the sword qi attached to your divine weapon is far too troublesome," Jiang Chen