A faint, cold smile curled at Luo Ping's lips. Walking the edge between life and death had taught him to scoff at such seemingly important things as bearing and dignity.
In this world beset by danger on every side, survival alone was his fiercest desire-for himself, and for everything he cared about.
The Crimson Luo Family's way of cultivating talent was anything but gentle.
The next instant, although he had dodged the pure-white sword radiance, it exploded unexpectedly behind him. Rocks shattered and dust billowed, engulfing him until he looked like a lone soul fleeing the fires of war.
Yet how could he spare a moment to worry about the dust covering him now?
His face had turned ashen. Each of those three streaks of sword radiance contained terrifying power that sent a tremor through his heart.
Three Title Douluos?
No-even three people with Title Douluo combat strength would have demanded caution and painstaking care from him at his peak.
Let alone now, when he still carried minor injuries that had yet to heal.
Looking around, he saw seven masked figures in black quietly closing in: four men and three women, standing tall, their imposing presence bristling with murderous intent.
Those three women were precisely the ones who had just attacked Youguang Zhou. Their strikes had been fierce and exact.
Yan Wufeng, his comrade who had always been steady as a mountain, was now coughing up blood and staggering.
Youguang Zhou had also been blasted away by the sword radiance, left in a sorry state.
Worse still, a flying Soul Douluo had descended like a divine warrior from the heavens and was already heading straight for Youguang Zhou. Disaster could strike at any moment.
Even among Flying Soul Masters, this speed was astonishing!
Cheng Nanxing, a Level 88 Soul Douluo!