Dai Mubai swallowed. He did not want to stay with these walking calamities either.
Aside from Tang San, a Soul Grandmaster, and Ning Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master with almost no combat ability, every last one of them could beat him into the ground.
If he had previously refused to accept Lu Shiyuan's superiority, believing that he had only just broken through level forty to become a Soul Ancestor and merely had one more Soul Ring than him, that thought was now gone for good.
This was hardly a matter of one extra Soul Ring. All Lu Shiyuan needed was one soul hunting trip, and he would have two more Soul Rings.
Coupled with the combat power he had displayed in the fight just now, Dai Mubai felt that even five of him stacked together might not be enough to withstand a single slap from Lu Shiyuan.
He was actually selling himself short there. Against five Dai Mubais, Lu Shiyuan would need at least five slaps.
Being able to take one slap did not mean your defenses were strong enough to withstand it. It meant that Lu Shiyuan had to throw at least one slap to hit you.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was practically etched into Dai Mubai's bones. Otherwise, when faced with Dai Weisi's oppression back then, he would not have so resolutely made the most cowardly choice.
He was just about to say something to ease the tension when a soft, languid voice drifted through the air.
"Sausages! Top-quality sausages! Anyone want to buy a sausage?"
A man with a face full of beard was pushing a grilled sausage cart toward them.
Unfortunately, no one said a word.
Ning Rongrong came from a privileged background and had no shortage of food.
Zhu Zhuqing's family was