The moment Yan Shaozhe finished speaking, suffocating pressure crashed down from two directions like a tangible tsunami!
Ahead, dark green light soared into the sky, its savage aura tearing through the clouds. Du Busi's mountainlike figure stood proudly in midair. He surveyed his surroundings and burst into deafening laughter. "Hahaha! What a rare spectacle! Shrek's hypocrites and the Evil Soul Masters lurking in the gutters, all gathered together today! Good, very good!"
His laughter rolled like thunder, carrying the uniquely brutal, domineering force of a body martial soul and dispelling some of the sinister aura hanging in the air.
Behind Yan Shaozhe, another kind of overwhelming pressure descended without a sound. It lacked Du Busi's flamboyant ferocity, yet was far more profound and terrifying. A tall old man hovered silently in midair. His complexion was as rosy as a baby's, his silver hair impeccably groomed, and his long, snow-white eyebrows hung down to his cheeks. His hands rested casually behind his back.
He released not the slightest fluctuation of soul power, yet no one could fathom his depths.
Yan Shaozhe's heart instantly sank to rock bottom. Du Busi's appearance was already an unforeseen calamity, but the mysterious old man behind him sent an icy shudder through the depths of his soul.
With his cultivation as a Level 95 Super Douluo, he could count on one hand the people in this world whose strength he could not gauge at all! Every one of them was a legend capable of shaking the continent.
The silver-haired old man's indifferent gaze swept over everyone before settling on Du Busi. His voice was steady, yet carried a trace of the weathering of years. "Old Poison Freak, I never thought those old bones of yours would still be holding together. Your elder brother Du Bisou insisted