At that moment, every Titled Douluo watching on the street locked onto Xiao Wu. They had long since seen through her disguise as a Soul Beast.
The next instant, a thunderous boom rang out.
One roar of Soul Power after another resounded through the entire Commercial Street. Densely packed Soul Rings rose from beneath the feet of the assembled powerhouses, their yellow, purple, and black layers overlapping and blotting out the sky!
Among them were several striking, eerily blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, radiating terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble!
In a single instant, pressure terrifying beyond measure crushed down, pinning Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had only just stepped into the street, to the ground, unable to move.
It was clear that these Titled Douluo were all holding back. They had no intention of crushing Xiao Wu to death. After all, a living Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was worth more than a dead one.
Their bones creaked beneath the pressure, and even breathing was agonizingly difficult.
Both of their Martial Souls emerged in succession, while Tang San gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on.
He instinctively shielded Xiao Wu.
Tang San's eyes were filled with terror, as well as killing intent.
He had never felt such terrifying pressure. It was far greater than his teacher's.
"Who exactly are you?
What do you want? What have we done to offend you?"
Tang San forced the words out, gritting his teeth with every syllable.
At the same time, two yellow Soul Rings pulsed around him.
He looked ready to fight these people to the death at any moment.
At that moment, in his heart, every Titled Douluo present who had attacked them had already given him a reason to kill them.
Even with such a vast disparity in strength, he