Chu Bai noticed that Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were standing behind Dai Mubai.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Oscar were all Soul Elders. Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, was still a Soul Grandmaster in his twenties. Chu Bai had not expected to run into this group so soon and sighed helplessly. "The fun came right to my door."
Behind Tang San, Chu Bai spotted someone.
It was clearly Yu Xiaogang. However, Yu Xiaogang's eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at him. Perhaps that hatred came from his empty sleeve...
"Well, if it isn't the Grandmaster? Haven't seen you in a few days—when did you start cosplaying a one-armed swordsman?"
"Could it be that you gave up on that Martial Soul theory of yours and decided to become a martial arts master instead?"
Chu Bai could not help laughing.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also struggled to hold back their laughter.
"You!"
The Grandmaster's face immediately flushed red.
Tang San's expression turned cold, the chill in his eyes plainly visible. The hidden weapons in his sleeves were already stirring.
"Does Shrek have no one left? Why are there only four of you? How are four people supposed to enter a team match?"
Chu Bai looked around. Sure enough, there were only four of them.
"How about you have the Grandmaster beg me? The three of us can join your team. I'll take you to the top-tier matches. What do you say?"
Faced with Chu Bai's repeated mockery, Tang San could no longer endure it. A cold flash shot out, aimed directly at Chu Bai's face.
Yet before the hidden weapon could even touch Chu Bai, it snapped apart strangely in midair.
"Little San, calm down! This isn't the arena." The Grandmaster was also afraid that Tang San might kill