Yang Xing's hand stopped.
Not because of the shout. He had merely tilted his head slightly, glancing toward its source from the corner of his eye.
High in the sky, a figure emerged from the clouds.
Nine Soul Rings rose beneath the man's feet, forming a line across the heavens. Two yellow, two purple, and five black, their glow was dazzling beneath the sun.
Yu Yuanzhen hovered in midair, his square face stern and imposing, though an undisguised gravity lay between his brows. His gaze remained fixed on Yang Xing. What churned in the depths of his pupils was not rage, but scrutiny and vigilance.
He had been watching from the moment Yang Xing had appeared without a sound.
He had not immediately moved to save his younger brother, not out of cold-bloodedness, but because Yang Xing's first move had already led him to a conclusion.
Someone who could so effortlessly crush an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo, treating the entire fight like he was beating up a child, was at the very least a Soul Douluo several levels above his brother. More likely, he was a Title Douluo.
That was why he had wanted to observe a little longer and thoroughly gauge Yang Xing's strength.
More importantly, he had recognized the other girl in his brother's grasp. She was actually Ning Fengzhi's daughter from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Damn it.
It was one thing for that fool to be unreliable in his usual dealings.
But now he had even screwed up abducting someone.
Still, curses in his heart were one thing.
Seeing Yang Xing apparently about to kill his younger brother below, Yu Yuanzhen knew he could not wait any longer.
Besides, with his strength as a ninety-sixth-level Super Douluo and his top-tier beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning