Xie Xie flipped backward sharply in midair, avoiding Guang Long's punch by a hair.
The next instant, a savage aura, stronger than before by a whole notch, suddenly exploded from Guang Long.
Two Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
One white, one yellow.
A Soul Grandmaster!
All three of their expressions changed at once.
It wasn't as though they had never fought someone stronger than themselves. Wu Changkong used them as punching bags every day. But he was their teacher, and that was special training—the pressure came with the knowledge that nothing would truly happen to them. The bald man before them was different. His attacks were vicious and dirty. Once his temper flared, he really could hurt someone.
A small Soul Spirit appeared on each of Guang Long's shoulders. One was an ocher-yellow lizard; the other was an iron-gray lizard, noticeably larger than the first. As his Soul Rings lit up, his body swelled as well. His muscles bulged, the iron-gray layer on his skin grew more pronounced, and tiny scales even emerged along his neck, shoulders, and back. It was as though his entire body had been encased in a hard shell.
"So you little brats are all Soul Masters too." Guang Long grinned, but his gaze grew darker. "No wonder you dared stick your noses into my business. Perfect. I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
The moment he finished speaking, he stamped his right foot down and charged straight at Tang Wulin like an iron beast battering its way through.
"Wulin, watch out!" Gu Yue warned in a low voice.
She raised both hands almost simultaneously. Wind swept toward Guang Long's legs first, trying to throw him off balance, then the earth collapsed beneath him, attempting to turn his footing into a mire. But