Coming to Them of Their Own Accord

Ling Jing stood where he was, not even moving an inch.

Leaving aside the possibility that Zhao Wuji might not even be stronger than him now, even if Zhao Wuji truly was stronger, he still could not possibly hurt him.

With an eighty-fifth-level Bibi Dong in front of him and the ninety-sixth-level Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, the two elders, lurking in the shadows, if Zhao Wuji could still hurt him, he would take Zhao Wuji's surname.

Zhao Wuji had never expected his soul skill to have no effect on Bibi Dong at all. On top of that, speed had always been his weakest link. Faced with Bibi Dong's incoming palm strike, he had no way to dodge.

The only thing he could hope for was that his outstanding defense would help him withstand this blow.

However... he had still overestimated himself.

The seemingly weightless palm landed on Zhao Wuji's body and instantly sent him flying. His swollen body traced a graceful arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

The entire tavern fell deathly silent!

Tang Xiao, seated in a private room on the second floor, could not help letting out a long breath.

Bibi Dong's strength might have been even greater than he had imagined. Zhao Wuji, a five-ring Soul King, had been severely injured by that seemingly casual palm strike!

Bibi Dong had not even released her Soul Rings!

That meant Bibi Dong could effortlessly crush a Soul King-level Soul Master through physical strength alone.

Could he do that?

Tang Xiao could not help asking himself that question, and his expression instantly darkened.

As an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo, he could naturally defeat Zhao Wuji with ease and leave him utterly unable to fight back. But Zhao Wuji had released his martial soul and used his