"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two screams, one male and one female, rang across the arena and pierced the clouds. The Four-Winged Heavenly Charm Dragon's tail brutally breached the Hell White Tiger's backside.
The Hell White Tiger flashed with light, leaving Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai lying weakly on the ground. The burning pain in his backside filled Dai Mubai's eyes with terror as he looked at the Four-Winged Heavenly Charm Dragon before him.
Again, and again, and yet again-Dai Mubai had suffered another devastating blow from that bizarre soul skill. His gaze instinctively shifted to Zhu Zhuqing beside him.
Dai Mubai looked stunned. In Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, he distinctly caught a trace of satisfaction.
"Uh!"
Dai Mubai froze. As a former playboy, he was absolutely certain: that subtle, hazy gleam in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes clearly signaled inner satisfaction.
"Damn it!"
Dai Mubai clenched both fists. As Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé, he had once again witnessed his other half suffer at someone else's vicious hands.
"That was a dragon's tail!" Xiao Wu looked at Zhu Zhuqing with aching sympathy.
"It was so thick, Seventh Sister. You..." Ning Rongrong gazed at Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes brimming with sympathy.
"Holy shit! What kind of soul skill was that?"
"Judging by those two Shrek Academy students' expressions, that soul skill packs quite a punch!"
"I think that soul skill is called... Thousand Years of Death?! Yes, I'm sure I could use a soul skill like that too. My martial soul is a beast, and it has a tail!"
Standing smugly in the arena, Su Chen had no idea that before long, a new soul skill would sweep across the continent. In streets and alleys, men and women, young and old, would imitate it in a craze that gripped everyone. That soul skill was... Thousand... Years... of Death!