The nine seasoned veterans before him appeared extremely calm. They had no intention of coming up to clash head-on with him, and when he attacked, they merely countered move for move. They were clearly set on wearing him to death.
After all, all nine of them had higher Soul Power cultivation than A'Dai. Rather than going up and giving A'Dai an opening, it was better to advance steadily and exhaust his Soul Power. It had to be said that for these nine to coordinate like this in a place like Slaughter City was already truly rare.
Facing the God of Death with ninety-nine victories, even though several of them were stronger than A'Dai, they did not dare show the slightest carelessness. Those who had underestimated A'Dai before had all become nourishment for the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"Kid, making it this far is already enough for you to be proud of. Become my stepping stone. Hahaha."
The one speaking was the bald Soul Douluo who led the nine. He had already won twenty-five consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and he had once observed A'Dai's battle process as well. So even though he was powerful, he had still chosen to deal with A'Dai together with the other participants.
"It's still too early to say who'll die by whose hand. Aren't you celebrating your victory a little too soon?"
"Hmph, I've observed every one of your battles. You have five powerful Self-Created Soul Skills in total, don't you? I've already found ways to handle them one by one. In other words, as long as we don't give you an opening, your Self-Created Soul Skills can't do anything to us. In the end, you'll only exhaust your Soul Power and be slaughtered by us as we please."
Bald Soul Douluo's face was