"Xiao Wu, your mental detection is very sharp."
A familiar voice sounded, but it carried a hint of hoarseness.
Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance with Xiao Wu, their expressions grave.
Tang San!
As a blood-red mist rose from the ground, a hazy figure with dark red hair appeared, holding a blood-colored devil sword entwined with thorns, exuding murderous intent that wilted and withered the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees.
This blood aura could seize the life force of living beings.
Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu used their soul power to cover their bodies, just to resist it.
"Impressive. If it were an ordinary Soul Douluo, they would die immediately upon contact. Yet you managed to resist. Ming Lun indeed is extraordinary; he taught you many things that even surpass my Tang Sect's secret techniques."
