Dead men told no tales!
The phrase suddenly surfaced in Dai Mubai's mind.
Then a chill rose from the soles of his feet and shot straight to the crown of his head.
Zhu Zhuqing is determined to kill me!
He realized how serious the situation was.
"Zhu Zhuqing, listen to me. I never wanted to hurt you, not from the very beginning. I just wanted you too badly."
Dai Mubai kept waving his hands and pleading with Zhu Zhuqing, trying to find some chance of survival.
"Zhu Zhuqing, we shouldn't linger here. Finish this quickly."
Just then, Meng Yiran spoke up to remind Zhu Zhuqing.
"I understand."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, and her third soul ring lit up.
She also knew that if Dai Mubai dared attack them, those two Soul Kings couldn't be his only backing.
There had to be other powerful fighters behind him.
"Netherworld Slash!"
Whoosh!
A pitch-black blade of light tore through the air toward Dai Mubai.
It's over. Everything is over.
Faced with that attack, Dai Mubai's heart filled with despair.
After Zhu Zhuqing reached rank forty-five, the power of her soul skills had increased by far more than a little.
Even if he defended with everything he had, this blow would leave him gravely wounded, if not dead.
Besides, even if he dodged the first attack, what could he do about the second?
A death trap!
Dai Mubai despaired.
"Hmph. Quite ruthless for a little girl."
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Dai Mubai in the nick of time.
He frantically gathered soul power and raised his fist, smashing it into the Netherworld Slash.
Crack.
The Netherworld Slash shattered into countless fragments like broken porcelain.
"Are you the man Dai Mubai hired to deal with us?"
Zhu Zhuqing stared at the middle-aged man with