Gu Yuena: What Kind of Trash Is Yun Ming? By Seniority, You Aren't Even Qualified to Stand Before Me

Long Yeyue would not back down because of a single threat.

Cao Dezhi would not either.

Neither would Zang Xin.

Having reached their current positions, which of the three had not waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

If a single "get lost" from Di Tian could make them stop, then the word "ultimate" would be far too cheap.

Long Yeyue moved first.

The Light Saint Dragon and Dark Saint Dragon Twin Martial Souls manifested simultaneously.

Two completely opposing sacred auras, one white and one black, exploded outward from her.

Not only did the two ultimate attributes not conflict within her body, they instead circulated like yin and yang fish, weaving a sealing field that covered several thousand meters.

Di Tian narrowed his golden dragon eyes.

These humans truly were more troublesome than the last.

Cao Dezhi remained expressionless.

The intent of the Ruthless Sword flooded through his limbs like icy water.

All emotion vanished from him in an instant.

His mind became as cold as ten-thousand-year frozen iron.

His eyes held not the slightest ripple.

The sword had not left its sheath, yet its momentum had already cut into Di Tian's point of exertion.

It forcibly severed the rhythm of the Black Dragon King's impending strike.

Zang Xin cut in from the flank.

The Sentimental Sword turned into countless invisible threads.

They did not attack the flesh, only invaded the mind.

Every strand of sword energy was like a fine hook.

Hooking the softest, most untouchable corners buried deep within memory.

Stirring anger, exhaustion, confusion, and hesitation into a vortex.

The three did not cooperate particularly well.

But the foundation of Ultimate Douluo stood there.

They did not need to rehearse in advance.

Their battle instincts were enough to let them find the most comfortable angles around