The blazing sun hung overhead, and a gale swept through.
This gale was no natural phenomenon. It had been caused entirely by Golden Crocodile Douluo's punch.
Yang Ming's gaze was calm—so calm that he hardly looked like someone at his wits' end. That look infuriated Golden Crocodile Douluo. To him, Yang Ming was already at death's door. What right did he have to remain so calm?
"Enough of your posturing, Yang Ming!"
"You'll die a miserable death, just like Tai Tan, Yang Wudi, and the others I killed! Even after you're dead, I'll cut off your head and use it as a chamber pot!"
This was undoubtedly the greatest insult one could offer an enemy!
True, the two sides served different masters, and killing one another was perfectly normal. As the saying went, how could anyone walk the rivers and lakes without taking a knife? Spirit Masters who had spent years in the Soul Master World should long since have accepted that someone might kill them one day.
But Golden Crocodile Douluo's refusal to leave his enemies alone even after death was utterly disgraceful, enough to make anyone's blood boil!
Imperceptibly, Yang Ming's aura climbed another notch.
This was his first breakthrough into Super Saiyan mode, and Yang Ming was still unfamiliar with this state, in which his whole body brimmed with strength and his energy seemed limitless. He had been doing his best to adjust to it.
But now was not the time!
He would demand justice for his subordinates and for Dai Mubai!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, and Golden Crocodile Douluo's astonished gaze, Yang Ming reached forward with his right hand.
"What is he trying to do?"
"Is he actually going to block Golden Crocodile Douluo's punch head-on?"
The thought involuntarily surfaced in everyone's minds, but they immediately