Dai Mubai's pupils contracted as he stopped in his tracks.
There was no trace of Soul Power coming from these two. They seemed like ordinary people.
But how was that possible?
Could ordinary people appear here without making a sound?
The only explanation was that they were far stronger than him, having reached the realm of returning to simplicity.
But who were they?
Dai Mubai's gaze fell on the masks covering their faces, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
Hiding their identities like this, they could not be decent people!
His newly surged strength gave him immense confidence. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice,
"Stop! Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here?"
From the tree branch, Tang Shuo and Qian Renxue looked down at him indifferently.
They had merely been passing through. They had not expected to encounter someone so... unaware of his own limits.
Qian Renxue did not even have the interest to speak. She simply watched quietly.
Tang Shuo did not want to stir up unnecessary trouble either.
Their target lay deeper within.
Seeing that neither answered, Dai Mubai assumed they were looking down on him, and the pride in his heart was immediately provoked.
"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?!"
Anger had entered his voice. His White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him, and four Spirit Rings—two yellow and two purple—lit up instantly as a powerful Soul Power pressure bore down on the pair.
Yet when that pressure came within three feet of them, it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Dai Mubai's expression changed.
"Move aside."
Tang Shuo finally spoke, his voice calm and utterly without ripples.
Those two words were like a fuse, completely igniting Dai Mubai's fury.
Arrogant!
Far too arrogant!
"Courting death!"
Dai Mubai