The three sensed that something was wrong, and the world before their eyes was replaced by a sea of jade green.
All three were Soul Douluo, but they had been badly wounded by Tang Lie earlier. Facing Dugu Bo's poison arts, they had no time to react and were left without even bones behind.
"Old Ghost, aren't you coming out to help?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's battle with Tang Lie had reached a stalemate. When he intended to have the three Soul Douluo kill Tang San, he discovered that all three of their auras had vanished from the battlefield.
"Coming!"
A black figure appeared. What was terrifying was that its features could not be seen clearly.
Another Titled Douluo had appeared.
Two yellow, two purple, five black!
Tie Li's gaze remained fixed on their soul rings—nine soul rings.
He was still short by four. Just four.
Tie Li unconsciously clenched his fingers, and the change in his expression caught Dugu Bo's attention.
"After this tournament ends, follow this old man and cultivate properly. Once you reach Soul Douluo, with the strength of your martial soul, you may not be able to contend with a Titled Douluo, but you will at least be capable of protecting yourself.
"This old man can help you obtain the sixth and seventh soul rings you need.
"Your fifth soul ring has already reached a lifespan of twenty thousand years. The limit for your sixth soul ring is at least forty thousand years."
"Alright."
Just as Gui Mei's attack was about to land on Tang San, another tyrannical wave of Soul Power erupted.
Another Titled Douluo with the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.
"Third Brother, protect Little San," Tang Lie shouted.
"Don't worry. With this old man here, nothing will happen to Little San."
With two Titled Douluo