Du Busi reached out and seized the enormous pair of bull horns, forcibly stopping the charge.
"You finally decided to come out, Xuan Zi!"
"Hmph! Old Monster Du, long time no see!" Xuan Zi landed back in front of Shrek's gates.
"I don't want to waste words with you. Hand Tian Chen over, nice and quick, and I'll turn around and leave!"
"Shrek has never had a precedent of casually handing over its students!" Xuan Zi said coldly.
Although he hated that little bastard, he found the overbearing old poisoner before him just as objectionable. It would be best to deny the old man what he wanted. That brat Tian Chen would probably find himself caught between both sides, too!
"So you still want to trade a few blows with me!"
"You think I'm afraid of you?" Energy slowly stirred around Xuan Zi, though it was far weaker than Du Busi's.
"Hah!" Both men were level 98. Neither used soul power, instead choosing the most primitive-and most satisfying-method: fists pounding flesh.
All the students watched this astonishing scene. So this was a battle between the continent's strongest experts! It was so spectacular that even a single swing of a fist sent ripples through space.
After a round of exchanges,
Du Busi laughed loudly. "Although our cultivation is equal, your soul rings fall short of mine. I advise you to hand him over quickly. Otherwise, don't forget what my name is!"
Hearing this, the people behind them watched Du Busi warily, afraid he might really release poison.
"All right, all right. What's the point of arguing back and forth?" A golden feather drifted down.
With Heavenly Phoenix Wings sprouting from his back, Tian Chen flew over from behind.
"Xiao Chen! Why did you come here? Hurry back." Xian Lin'er took Tian