The next instant, fierce winds howled.
With the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword in hand, Cao De appeared before Dai Mubai as swiftly as lightning and slashed at his neck.
Dai Mubai's hair stood on end in terror. He hurriedly raised his longsword to block the attack.
As a level 78 Soul Saint, Zuo Xing could tell at a glance that Dai Mubai could not withstand this blow.
He lunged forward, grabbed Dai Mubai by the hair, and yanked him out of the path of Cao De's attack.
Cao De landed steadily and hurried toward Zhu Zhuqing.
"Who are you?" Zuo Xing demanded coldly, staring at Cao De.
"Shadow!" Cao De did not answer Zuo Xing's question. He merely uttered a single word.
As Cao De's voice fell, space began to ripple.
A black-robed figure slowly stepped out, followed by the appearance of nine Soul Rings.
At the sight of those nine Soul Rings, fear instantly seized Zuo Xing's heart. He could not help muttering, "A... a Titled Douluo."
"Your Eminence, I haven't done anything! I-"
Zuo Xing immediately dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
Shadow paid no attention to his pleas. Moving like lightning, he vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, blood began to flow. Zuo Xing clutched his neck, his eyes still wide open, and fell into eternal sleep on the spot!
With Zuo Xing's death, the Martial Soul spear pinning Zhu Zhuqing in place dissipated.
With nothing supporting her, Zhu Zhuqing fell toward the ground. Cao De caught her securely in his arms.
A faint smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's face. "Guess what I was just thinking," she whispered.
Cao De took a roll of gauze from system space and carefully bandaged her wounds.
"I bet you were wondering which peerless hero would descend from