He had thought Fang Fan had only the Netherworld Saint Tiger, that the Netherworld Sword was merely for show, that those women were nothing but pretty faces—but he had been wrong. Utterly wrong.
Fang Fan withdrew his hand, and the Ice Empress turned into a streak of silvery-white light and slipped back into his body.
The Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor's icy-blue body slowly faded behind him, and the crimson-gold ninth soul ring also withdrew into his body.
He looked down at Tang San, his gaze holding neither pride nor mockery, only a quiet calm, as though everything was exactly as it should be:
"Tang San, your Asura Slash really is impressive.
If you'd faced me two years ago, it might genuinely have taken some effort to handle.
But now—behind me stand six Titled Douluo companions, four soul spirits over a hundred thousand years old, and the divine mark inheritances of two Supreme God Kings.
What could you possibly beat me with?"
Tang San whipped his head around.
Dai Mubai lay at the edge of the Competition Platform, his White Tiger martial soul long since scattered, with Zhu Zhuqing's foot planted on his chest.
Ma Hongjun lay face down in a pool of blood. The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's deadly poison had eaten away the Evil Fire Phoenix's flames until only a few wisps of smoke remained. Dugu Yan did not even glance at him.
Oscar knelt on the ground with both hands over his head, Recovery Big Sausages scattered all around him. Ning Rongrong stood before him, the light of her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda enveloping him, his face twisted with terror.
Yu Tianheng was pinned to the ground by Qian Renxue's Holy Light Sword Shadow Formation. Eight enormous swords of holy light sealed off every escape route, and