Qian Renxue's expression darkened instantly as well.
Naturally, she had noticed the strange change.
"Looks like someone doesn't want us returning to Heaven Dou City so smoothly."
Tang Shuo spoke softly.
There was not the slightest hint of tension in his tone. Instead, he sounded rather curious.
"I'd really like to know."
"Who thinks so highly of me."
"To send such a grand lineup to welcome me."
The moment his words fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Seven black shadows shot out from the shadows between the trees like ghosts!
They moved soundlessly and as fast as lightning. The dimly gleaming blades in their hands struck from seven different, incredibly tricky angles, aiming straight for Tang Shuo's vital points!
Soul Power fluctuations of at least level fifty surged from every shadow!
Seven Soul Kings!
This was a long-planned killing ambush!
Qian Renxue's gaze sharpened, golden light flashing around her as she prepared to act.
But a hand gently settled on her fragrant shoulder.
It was Tang Shuo.
"Don't move."
His voice remained calm.
"Leave it to me."
"You said that from now on, I'd be the one protecting you."
Qian Renxue halted.
She looked at Tang Shuo's profile. The silver mask reflected a cold gleam beneath the setting sun.
In that instant.
The seven fatal attacks had already reached him!
Yet Tang Shuo remained standing where he was, utterly motionless.
He had not even summoned his martial soul.
The seven blades were just about to pierce his body.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of piercing metallic crashes suddenly erupted!
Expressions of ghostly horror appeared on the faces of all seven black-clad assassins.
Their proud, all-out strikes had landed on their target as though they had struck the hardest divine metal in the world!
Forget piercing through him—they could