"Enough. This ends here. Zhang Peng, stand down."
An aged voice rang out.
A rift suddenly appeared in midair, and a figure stepped out of it.
He, too, was an old man.
But compared with Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, he looked much better, and his features could certainly be called handsome.
The old man was tall, his silver hair meticulously combed, his complexion as rosy as a baby's, and his hands clasped behind his back.
He simply hovered quietly in the air without releasing the slightest fluctuation of soul power, as though space itself were supporting his body.
The residual waves of soul power released by Xuan Zi and Zhang Peng nearby dissipated on their own ten meters from his body, utterly unable to reach him.
As the old man looked at the silent Zhang Peng, whose eyes were rolling about, he knew that the fellow had already believed at least thirty percent of what the youngster before him had said.
To prevent the ensuing plot from veering straight toward Zhang Peng allowing himself to be persuaded into visiting Shrek to investigate the advantages and future prospects of soul spirit technology, fully affirming its positive significance, and volunteering to contribute bricks and mortar to its advancement, the old man stepped forward and interrupted their conversation.
"Long Xiaoyao, you're actually still alive?"
Xuan Zi stared fixedly at the old man before him, considerable surprise stirring in his heart.
Even though he had never shown himself in public from beginning to end, Maple Leaf City still had three Shrek deans in it, including Yan Shaozhe.
And no matter what, Zhang Peng alone could not possibly have been confident enough to take on three of Shrek's Super Douluos.
It was just that Xuan Zi had never expected Jing Hongchen to invite not