Dai Chengyuan took a few steps forward. "Show your martial souls. This old man will let you die knowing exactly why."
Dai Weisi's gaze was disdainful, Zhu Zhuyun's eyes showed pity, and the middle-aged female Soul Emperor's expression remained indifferent.
Peng King looked at Dai Chengyuan as if he were already dead, then bowed and asked Zhu Huang for instructions. "My lord?"
Zhu Huang said flatly, "Be quick about it. Kill everyone except that little girl."
"Yes!"
Peng King's body swayed, as if he had not moved at all, and yet as if he had.
"Haha, you..."
Dai Chengyuan burst into wild laughter, laughing at Zhu Huang and Peng King for their arrogance, for not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. Even now, they were still putting on an act. They were simply courting death.
But he only managed two words before he could say no more. Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, and his entire head suddenly rolled to the ground. His headless corpse twitched a few times, then collapsed with a crash.
"Ah!"
The sudden bloody scene frightened Zhu Zhuyun into screaming. Dai Weisi and the female Soul Emperor went deathly pale, their eyes full of terror, unable to believe what they had seen, feeling as if it had to be an illusion.
Peng King flicked the long, sharp blade in his hand, sending a drop of blood flying from it. His gaze then fell on Dai Weisi and the female Soul Emperor.
Dai Weisi and the female Soul Emperor instantly froze, trembling all over in terror, unable to even speak.
Stormy waves surged through Zhu Zhuyun's heart as she stared at Zhu Huang and Peng King in disbelief. A dignified Soul Douluo had actually been killed in an instant—and the person who killed him