Almost at the very instant her voice faded,
nine figures appeared together in the sky a short distance away.
Every one of them radiated terrifying pressure.
Rings of soul rings emerged beneath their feet.
Without exception, they were all nine-ring Titled Douluos.
Angel Yan looked at the middle-aged man leading them, rubbing her smooth chin with a finger, her tone as flippant as ever.
"Who were you again? Never mind, it doesn't matter. You're all scum anyway. I'll just slaughter the whole lot of you in a moment."
"You!"
Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng flew into a rage at her contemptuous words.
He was about to say something when Yan cut him off.
"Enough babbling. Scum don't deserve to speak!"
At that, Zhang Peng flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly. Angel Yan had a viciously sharp tongue; he was better off not arguing with her.
In any case, she would not escape today.
Zhang Peng admitted that this little angel was incredibly fast. Even their cult leader probably could not catch her.
His gaze shifted toward Ye Guyi, whose face had turned slightly pale.
With this burden here, even Angel Yan could not flee without a care.
Then the nine of them would surround her and fight her to death.
At that thought, anticipation warmed his heart. If he could kill Angel Yan, their cult leader would certainly reward him.
Once his strength advanced another step, sooner or later he would settle the score with that old bastard!
Back then, he had merely drunk a little animal blood, yet that old bastard had treated him as an Evil Soul Master and beaten him black and blue!
Absolutely outrageous!
Angel Yan could not be bothered to care what Zhang Peng was thinking.
She turned her gaze toward the three masked figures