Yan Shaozhe took Bei Bei and the others several dozen kilometers away at top speed.
He left the slower Xian Lin'er, Cai Mei'er, and Qian Duoduo far behind.
Bei Bei raised his head and looked at the sky.
At some point, a mass of thick storm clouds had drifted over like a black city wall, looming with an overwhelming sense of pressure!
"It's going to rain."
"I wonder what the weather's like where Xiao Ya is?"
"Did she bring an umbrella?"
As he sped along, Yan Shaozhe noticed something wrong with the clouds.
Wherever their group went, the clouds seemed to expand there immediately.
He stopped and shouted into the sky, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
"Keh keh keh... long time no see, Yan Shaozhe."
"To think you've now become Shrek's Martial Soul Department Dean."
An icy male voice rang out from within the clouds.
Soon, the dark clouds began to change shape.
They formed a tiger's head!
An oppressive aura immediately emanated from the clouds.
"It's you... Zhang Peng! I never expected you to still be alive. I thought you'd died long ago."
At the sight, Yan Shaozhe recognized the newcomer.
He hurriedly shielded Bei Bei and the others behind him.
Then he summoned his Martial Soul Avatar, ready to fight at any moment!
"Yan Shaozhe, you're getting ahead of yourself. I'm not so easy to kill!" Zhang Peng's voice came from the clouds.
Yan Shaozhe's expression turned cold. "I suppose so. The renowned Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng, has committed countless evils. But your appearance here today means you're about to commit more. My teacher showed you mercy back then and spared your life. Now it seems he truly released a tiger back into the mountains!"
"Hmph!" The dark clouds churned, and a middle-aged man dressed in black emerged.