"Mu En, you think I'll stop just because you told me to? Wouldn't that make me lose face? Xuan Zi killed my son. I will make him pay with his life!"
Ye Xishui sneered, but the blood claw's advance had clearly slowed greatly, no longer as unstoppable as before.
Naturally, this was partly because Mu En's Light Sacred Dragon martial soul restrained Ye Xishui's Blood Soul Demon Puppet martial soul, but it was also because Ye Xishui had slightly held back.
Though she usually appeared temperamental and unhinged.
Deep down, she still felt somewhat guilty toward Mu En. After all, while Zhongli Old Ghost had forced her into what happened back then, she had ultimately caused Mu En and Long Xiaoyao to sink into a mire of pain from which they could not escape.
Soon, ripples of golden light appeared in the air, and Mu En's figure emerged overhead. His face was filled with helplessness, Soul Power surging around him like the rise and fall of tides.
He radiated the aura unique to a Limit Douluo, overwhelmingly powerful.
As someone whose origin had been damaged, the moment he made a move, it meant his life was inevitably nearing its end. Before long, this body would perish, and his soul could only return to the Golden Tree.
Mu En let out a faint sigh.
"Xishui, I do not deny that Xuan Zi killed your son. As a mother, it is only natural that you wish to avenge him. But as the Sea God Pavilion Master, no matter what, I cannot simply stand by and watch you kill Xuan Zi."
Ye Xishui's expression turned cold.
"Mu En, we have not fought for many years. I would like to see just how much strength the famed Dragon God Douluo still possesses after so