Xuan Xiao looked at Xuan Zi's face, flushed the color of pig liver, and could not help letting out a derisive snort. His tone carried a hint of mockery and disdain.
"If you're not an umbrella, don't force yourself to hold on. At your age, getting this worked up is dangerous. Be careful your brain vessel bursts and you drop dead on the spot."
The moment those words left his mouth, Xuan Zi could no longer endure it. He roared, terrifying Soul Power surging from his body as he shot toward Xuan Xiao like a cannonball, his right hand clawed as it went straight for Xuan Xiao's throat.
The attack was swift and vicious, clearly intended to kill.
Mu En watched without stopping him. Instead, he leisurely raised his teacup and took a sip.
He had his own calculations. Although Xuan Zi had lost one arm, he was still a Level Ninety-Eight Super Douluo. His strength was there for all to see.
This was the perfect chance to probe Xuan Xiao's hidden cards and see what other methods he possessed besides those four Light Bone Dragons.
Yet the very next second, he regretted it.
The gray-robed old man beside Xuan Xiao stepped forward. The step appeared ordinary, yet it seemed to land upon everyone's heartbeat, making the breaths of everyone present catch.
With a turn of his large hand, a long staff of gleaming silver appeared in the old man's grasp.
A massive silver dragon coiled around the staff's shaft. It was lifelike, every scale distinct, with two brilliant gemstones set where its eyes should be, as though it were truly alive.
This was his Martial Soul, the Coiling Dragon Staff.
Without any fancy technique or unnecessary movement, the old man simply gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff and lightly swung