In Dai Mubai's eyes, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were absolutely stunning. One was a handful, while the other was more than a handful-especially with those looks.
As he took in their faces, Dai Mubai froze. He saw the woman who was more than a handful draw sharp daggers with both hands and charge at him at incredible speed.
What was going on?
Dai Mubai's mind stalled. Her face seemed familiar, but he could not quite remember her. He had played around with far too many beauties, each with her own distinctive face and figure.
But Dai Mubai was no pushover either. He hurled the two girls in his arms onto the long sofa behind him, then crossed his arms in front of himself to block.
Three Soul Rings-yellow, yellow, and purple-instantly appeared around his body. Immediately afterward, his body began to change.
"White Tiger, possess me!" Dai Mubai roared.
A brilliant white light suddenly erupted from his body. His golden hair instantly turned black and white, and the character for "king" appeared on his forehead.
Clang, clang, clang-!
Several successive clashes of refined iron rang out at the entrance to the small hotel. The onlookers saw only sparks flying in every direction.
Then they saw Dai Mubai again, forced back into a corner. He looked rather disheveled now, blood dripping from his fists. Sharp claws protruded from both hands, and one of them had actually snapped.
Zhu Zhuqing stood on the sofa with an icy expression. One of the two daggers in her hands had broken.
Just as Zhu Zhuqing charged forward again, Tang San intervened. His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul emerged from his hand, and several strands as thick as an arm swiftly coiled around her body.
"Zhu Zhuqing, have you lost your mind?!" Tang San was