Tai Long stood at the very back, his Mighty Gorilla Martial Soul looking exceptionally bulky within the Slaughter Domain.
Though he did not share any personal grievances with Fang Fan like the others, his loyalty belonged to Tang San, making Tang San's enemies his own.
He stood in silence, only gripping his iron fists a bit tighter.
Seven Avengers, seven strands of long-suppressed hatred, transformed into a substantive storm of killing intent under the catalysis of the Slaughter Domain.
The spectators off the stage were driven back repeatedly by this killing intent, and many no longer dared to look directly at the competition platform.
In their view, this battle already held no suspense—
Fang Fan's Soul Power was sealed, and the Soul Power of his women was sealed as well. Facing seven Avengers capable of using Soul Rings and Soul Skills, how could they fight?
This was no longer a competition; it was a massacre.
Yet beneath this desolate, dark red sky, Fang Fan remained as calm and unruffled as ever.
He did not look back at the six beauties behind him, but he knew the heartbeat, the breathing, and even the grip strength of every single one of them. Were they afraid?
No.
They were simply waiting for him to speak.
The Slaughter Domain truly was a fine thing—a God-Level Domain that stripped away Soul Power and Soul Rings, rendering one nearly invincible among peers.
If anyone else had stood in his place, even Bibi Dong, facing seven Titled Douluos and Soul Emperors capable of using Soul Skills within the Slaughter Domain, they would have been stretched thin.
But unfortunately, Tang San's opponent was him.
He slowly raised his right hand and extended a single finger, a tiny speck of Six-Colored Divine Light dancing upon its tip.
That light