"He really came!"
Everyone on Tang Sect's side immediately turned solemn. As far as they knew, Ling Bai had reached Rank 80 Soul Power three months ago. Even if he had failed to obtain his eighth soul ring in the Star Dou Great Forest, he had undoubtedly broken through to Soul Douluo by now. With Ning Tian's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda support, his true combat strength was firmly among the Titled Douluo.
Ling Bai also had Ling Qiuxi, who possessed Ultimate Strength, by his side. Wu Feng and Xie Huanyue were both advanced Soul Kings. Had they not withdrawn from Shrek Academy, they would certainly have represented Shrek in this Soul Master Competition.
He Caitou and Huo Yuhao had once seen Nana fight Ling Bai at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy and knew that she was at least a Soul King. Of the seven, the only one who could be called a weak link was Nanmen Yun'er, who was merely a four-ringed Soul Ancestor.
"Not easy to deal with..."
Xu Sanshi sucked in a breath through his teeth. Before leaving, Tang Sect had still entertained the hope that Ling Bai might not participate in the Soul Master Competition. Now, cruel reality stood before them—they had to find a way over this towering mountain.
The seven from Ling Bai's group rested briefly beside the Holy Light Spirit Dragon. The Tianjia Sect cautiously shifted farther toward the outer edge, continuously soothing their restless Horned Scale Horses.
The Chongtian Gate group was so frightened that they packed up and fled. A sect that could tame an eighty-thousand-year-old giant dragon as a mount was simply not something they could afford to provoke. Staying beside them for even one more second was agony.
Once the noon sun had passed, Ling Bai's group