The two leaders slowly stepped out from the ranks.
One was lean and tall, moving with the lightness of a panther in the night, radiating lethal danger.
The other was built like a mountain, his entire body knotted with muscle. Every step he took made the ground tremble faintly.
The lean, tall man's gaze passed over everyone and settled directly on Tang Shuo.
His voice was hoarse and grating.
"Demon Bear."
"His Holiness the Pope has decreed it."
"Today, this boy must die."
The burly man called Demon Bear spoke in a deep, muffled voice.
"Ghost Leopard, are you making the move, or am I?"
"He's only a Soul King brat. Why would it take both of us?"
Ghost Leopard's gaze remained fixed on Tang Shuo, while a cruel curve formed at his lips.
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."
"His Holiness the Pope demands absolute certainty."
"As for the others..."
His gaze swept contemptuously over Yu Tianheng and the rest.
"Just kill them."
Just kill them.
Four simple words.
Yet they crashed down upon the hearts of the Heaven Dou Team like a heavy hammer.
It was utter indifference, a disregard for human life as if it were worthless grass.
Yu Tianheng had already summoned his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul.
Crackling lightning coiled around his body.
"Spirit Hall, you've got some nerve!"
"We're the team representing the Heaven Dou Empire in the finals. If you dare lay a hand on us, aren't you afraid of provoking a war between the two great empires?!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo seemed to have heard an enormous joke.
"War?"
"Little boy, you think too highly of yourself."
"After killing you, we can simply blame it on a Soul Beast riot. Who would know we were responsible?"