At once, astonishingly wicked energy began flooding crazily into Tang Wulin's body.
Tang Wulin's entire body froze. He felt as though the world before his eyes had turned blood red. The Extreme Madness Intent made him want to go insane and destroy everything.
Yang Xiao smugly watched Tang Wulin halt in midair and reached out a hand toward him.
It seemed he was about to gain another slave.
However, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he desperately dodged backward.
Boom!
The moment he moved aside, a huge pit appeared where he had been standing. Tang Wulin, his entire body radiating Blood Gold light, stood before it.
"You..."
There was no reason left in Tang Wulin's eyes. His blood-colored dragon pupils fixed tightly on Yang Xiao, revealing nothing but madness.
"Tch." Yang Xiao clicked his tongue, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. "A dying struggle!"
He had yet to realize the severity of the situation.
Countless threads swept toward Tang Wulin, instantly encasing him within a ball of threads.
This was his Fifth Soul Skill, one that ranked among the top three of all his control skills.
But before he could gloat, his smile vanished.
A resounding, crazed Dragon Roar echoed through the forest as the Blood-Gold Giant Dragon forcibly broke free from his restraints.
"Impossible!"
Yang Xiao blurted out.
Though this was only his Fifth Soul Skill, because of the unique nature of hunting soul beasts, its power was exceptionally great. Even a Titled Douluo would need to spend some effort breaking free.
That brat had just been beaten so badly he could not fight back. How had he become so strong in the blink of an eye?
Was it because of the effect of his Eighth Soul Skill?
That absurd thought flashed through Yang Xiao's mind, but he