Leng Yulai's body suddenly stiffened. She instinctively shoved Tang Wulin away and staggered several steps back.
Her aura plummeted, and the Dark Phoenix's flames flickered uncertainly. Clutching her chest, she stared in disbelief at the seemingly innocent, harmless child before her.
He stood before her at that moment, his hand covered in blood, a faint smile on his face. He looked utterly innocent.
"You..." Leng Yulai's voice trembled. "How could you... how could you break through my defenses? I'm wearing Three-Word Battle Armor!"
"How old are you? This is impossible!"
It was not that Leng Yulai had been careless. Tang Wulin simply looked like a child, and his appearance was far too deceptive.
With her Three-Word Battle Armor and the physique of a rank-97 Super Douluo, even an ordinary Titled Douluo could not break through her defenses.
Yet now, a child had actually done it!
Tang Wulin grinned. "I learned this from the Holy Spirit Cult. Isn't it just pretending to be an honest person? I can do that too."
The Golden Dragon Terror Claw excelled at piercing armor, and they had been so close just then that Tang Wulin had naturally succeeded.
It was just that Leng Yulai had still reacted too quickly. Otherwise, if he had scooped out her heart...
He really would have achieved the feat of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor killing a Super Douluo through trickery.
Leng Yulai's pupils contracted sharply. She had never imagined that a child would get the better of her. She, an illustrious rank-97 Super Douluo and one of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings, had actually been gravely wounded by a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor?
If word of this got out, where could she, Leng Yulai, show her face? As she looked at Tang Wulin's composed expression, an unprecedented chill welled