After Ye Qing's domineering, gunpowder-laden declaration, the atmosphere chilled once more. The auras of the three Limit powerhouses clashed incessantly in the air.
Just as Ye Xishui began itching to trade a few more rounds with Ye Qing, Long Xiaoyao spoke.
He stopped Ye Xishui and said calmly, "We are all Limit Douluos. Fighting like this will achieve nothing. You should know that you cannot do anything to Xishui and me."
"So what? If you insist on obstructing my revenge, I will not let this rest, even if it achieves nothing," Ye Qing said coldly.
"May I ask your title?" Long Xiaoyao asked.
"Evil Nightmare."
Long Xiaoyao nodded. Evil Nightmare, huh? Then that explained it. It certainly did not sound like the title of a normal Soul Master.
Having spent so long in the Holy Spirit Cult, he more or less understood these Evil Soul Masters' shitty temperaments. Unlike Ye Xishui, he did not fight whenever a fight seemed warranted. In his eyes, these Evil Soul Masters were all lunatics, and Ye Qing was naturally another mentally unstable Evil Soul Master.
If they denied him revenge and left his obsession unresolved, this unfamiliar Limit Douluo really might fight the two of them to the bitter end.
That did not align with Long Xiaoyao's way of thinking.
If they could resolve things peacefully, Long Xiaoyao naturally did not want to keep fighting. He was here to protect Ye Xishui. Avoiding a battle in which injury was almost a hundred percent certain would naturally be ideal.
Wasn't this just about revenge? Why not simply tell them who his enemy was?
Compared to some clueless idiot of a cult member, the Limit Douluo before them was undoubtedly far more troublesome. If someone could be sacrificed, then so be it.
"Since you have come