"Who is it?"
Dai Mubai froze, instinctively withdrawing his hands and looking up.
Even Dai Wuheng beside him stopped what he was doing, looking utterly baffled.
"Quit playing ghost! Get out here if you've got the guts!"
He had barely finished his swaggering words when four immensely powerful pressures descended.
Dai Wuheng instantly dropped to his knees, and the ground cracked beneath him.
Then an invisible force sent both Dai Mubai and Dai Wuheng flying.
Dai Mubai spat blood and crashed into a tree.
Dai Wuheng used his Soul Power to withstand the blow, but he fared little better.
His internal organs throbbed violently, as though they would be torn apart at any moment.
"A Soul Douluo? You dare lay hands on my people with that paltry strength?"
A disdainful voice rang out.
Dai Mubai and Dai Wuheng looked up into the sky.
There stood Chen Jue with two women atop a black dragon.
Two men stood on either side of the black dragon.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo!
"Chen Jue, you're not dead!"
Dai Mubai spoke in shock.
Chen Jue ignored him, lightly leaping down and landing steadily on the ground.
He immediately checked on the three women. None of them had suffered any serious harm; they had merely fainted from the impact of the Soul Power.
Then Chen Jue approached Hu Liena, crouched down, and gathered her into his arms, letting out a relieved breath.
Fortunately, he had arrived in time. Had he been even a little later, the consequences were all too easy to imagine.
He had intended to keep Dai Mubai around and toy with him slowly, but since the man was so eager to seek death, he could send him on his way early.
Just then, Hu Liena suddenly woke in his arms. Finding herself