The corners of Lin Yang's mouth lifted slightly, but there was not the slightest trace of a smile in his eyes.
"Interesting."
He had never expected Spirit Hall to assign a Soul Douluo specifically to deal with him.
Was it because of Dugu Bo and Ye Xuanyin?
It seemed the two Title Douluos joining forces had already aroused Bibi Dong's apprehension.
Everyone could see clearly that Lin Yang was the link holding Dugu Bo and Ye Xuanyin together.
Once Lin Yang died, the so-called alliance would naturally crumble into dust.
As for the Butterfly Mansion, without Lin Yang at its core, it would be nothing more than a delicious piece of fatty meat in the eyes of the other factions.
That Soul Douluo moved exceedingly fast, closing in on Lin Yang in just a few bounds.
Eight Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, and four black-circled his body, radiating a terrifying, suffocating might.
Everyone who saw this instinctively gave him a wide berth.
Even as his opponent was about to reach him, there was not the slightest panic on Lin Yang's face.
The little figure crouching at his feet suddenly swelled into a colossal beast.
Enormous fangs over a meter long gleamed with a sharp, cold light as it lunged at the Soul Douluo.
"Roar!"
The Soul Douluo froze. Huh?
In that brief moment of distraction, Aola had already bowled him to the ground.
Sharp fangs sank viciously into the Soul Douluo's shoulder, sending blood splattering.
"Get off!"
The Soul Douluo flew into a rage, and his sixth Soul Ring flared.
A cyan pillar of wind as thick as a person shot out, striking Aola squarely in the head.
The pillar of wind exploded with a boom. Amid the surging blast, countless sharp, spinning wind blades engulfed Aola, sending dust flying.