Tang San saw Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul again.
An intense, pale light erupted from Dai Mubai's body. His bones crackled all over, and his swelling muscles stretched his clothes taut.
His blond hair instantly turned black and white. Faint markings appeared on his forehead-three horizontal strokes and one vertical stroke, forming the character for "king."
Two yellow soul rings, a rank twenty-six Soul Grandmaster.
So they're from the Douluo Continent... Dai Yun'er knew that people from the Douluo Continent had arrived on the Spirit Ice Continent, but she had not expected to meet them so soon.
Hmph! These people from the Douluo Continent aren't anything decent, either. The corners of Dai Yun'er's mouth curled slightly. She already had a plan.
"You're actually..." Dai Yun'er suddenly acted as though something had frightened her. She hurried back a few steps, pressing a small hand to her chest. "You're actually... members of the Imperial Family!"
The four burly men exchanged glances. They could not help playing along with the little princess, loosening their encirclement and putting on expressions of fearful reverence.
After releasing his martial soul, the double pupils in Dai Mubai's sinister eyes turned a deep, dark blue. He sneered. "Good that you know. We're right under the emperor's nose here, yet you dared threaten me in a place like this. Hmph."
As Dai Mubai spoke, his gaze roamed up and down Dai Yun'er's delicate figure. Who knew what he was thinking?
A chill lurked in the depths of Dai Yun'er's eyes, but she still feigned a wounded expression. "Then what should I do? I've already offended the Imperial Family."
"Hehe, as long as you..."
Dai Mubai was letting his little head rule his big head and actually dared to make demands. Tang San hurriedly slapped his arm.
*Buddy, are