Dai Huabin was dumbfounded.
Was it right to deal with the Soul Ancestor team, which had four Soul Ancestors, first?
Of course it was. It could not have been more right!
But the problem was, someone was fucking speaking in his voice! He had not said that just now!
Dai Huabin was seething. It was not as if he did not know that the bird that stuck its head out got shot. His team had two Martial Soul Fusion Skills at its disposal, which was impressive, but that also depended on whom they were facing.
If they were facing Huo Yuhao's mixed team of Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders, or that full nine-person Soul Elder Team, Dai Huabin could guarantee that once he unleashed the Hell White Tiger, he could fucking take them down with one swipe apiece.
But against Soul Ancestors, taking one down with each swipe would be much harder.
There was absolutely no way he could instantly take out three Soul Ancestors at once. Especially that fellow carrying the Darknorth Shield-Dai Huabin strongly suspected that he alone could withstand more than three swipes.
Just then, Dai Huabin's voice rang out again.
"Don't rush, everyone. We have the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger. Let's deal with those four Soul Ancestors first and worry about the rest afterward."
For a moment, the situation in the arena was utter chaos.
Dai Huabin could only listen, dumbstruck, as he made one grand pledge after another without even opening his mouth. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and he looked furious enough to eat someone alive.
Hearing the brat Dai Huabin acting so brazenly, Chen Ping pulled out a Class 2 Soul Guidance Charged Ray Gun and aimed at him, ready to fire.
But seeing Dai Huabin's aggrieved