Feng Tianlei looked at Tuoba Xi, wanting to warn him he wasn't a match for Sword Prince, but if he did, he'd only provoke Tuoba Xi's anger. Now, with a strong enemy, he needed to keep morale up. At least, with Tuoba Xi here, he wouldn't have to face Tianlin directly. He'd just try to stay far from their battlefield.
To be honest, seeing Tianlin here, he regretted coming.
This sect master, as cowardly as Bai He, was a near Titled Douluo—but how had he cultivated so far?
Tuoba Xi looked down at the crowd. "Bai He, Yang Wudi, where are you off to in such a hurry? Have you thought it through and come to surrender to my sect?"
"Your Excellency Sacred Dragon Douluo, I appreciate your offer, but I am now of the Seven Treasures Sect and cannot accept," Bai He refused.
"My invitation isn't something you can refuse." Tuoba Xi's face turned cold. He looked at Tianlin: "Jun Tianlin, are you getting involved? Remember, this is Star Luo, not your Seven Treasure Mountain. Your reach doesn't extend here."
"If it does or not, you can test it yourself." Tianlin smiled. A mere level 91 Titled Douluo didn't concern him.
"Hmph, enough talk! Let's fight—I've been itching for this!" Yang Wudi's Breaking Soul Spear was in hand—his temper as fiery as ever.
Tianlin liked that kind of personality.
In an instant, countless martial souls and dazzling soul rings of all colors appeared.
The surroundings were already locked up—most people in the city were ordinary folk with no soul power. Faced with so many soul masters gathering for battle, they all hid in their homes, trembling.
In terms of top power, Tianlin's side had the advantage, but overall strength, they were weaker. The Speed Clan's 500 people had no fighting ability—only speed to escape. Still, with their speed, they wouldn't drag the others down.
Bang! Bang!
Ahead, two White Armored Dragons stomped out, shaking the city. Besides Tuoba Xi, his younger brother Tuoba Ye was here. Though not as strong as his brother, Tuoba Ye was an 86th-level Soul Douluo, with combat power rivaling Feng Tianlei.
"Hmph, so what if you're a Titled Douluo? So am I!" Dragon Duke raised his staff. Two yellow, three purple, and four black—nine soul rings in all—making Tuoba Xi's face change.
He hadn't expected the other side to have a Titled Douluo, especially Dragon Duke of the Dragon Snake Duo. If it was one-on-one, Tuoba Xi would win, but with Serpent Lady, the famous Dragon Snake combination would be hard to beat.
Now, with only him as a Titled Douluo, the others couldn't stop the Dragon Snake Duo.
"Dragon Duke, Serpent Lady, I'll handle you. Second Brother, take Yang Wudi. Feng Tianlei, go kill Jun Tianlin. Langdie, lead our three sects' disciples and slaughter the rest of the Speed and Breaking Clans," Tuoba Xi ordered steadily.
His plan was solid: their three strongest would tie up the enemy's three strongest, and Langdie, as a Soul Douluo, could wipe out the others. Bai He, with no attack power, couldn't stop him. No matter how fast the Speed Clan, how many could escape such a massacre?
But Feng Tianlei was terrified by this arrangement—you want me to fight Jun Tianlin? That's suicide!
Tianlin smiled playfully at Feng Tianlei, "Oh, so you're my opponent? How do you want to fight, Sect Master Feng?"
With so many watching, Feng Tianlei couldn't back down, or he'd lose face. But if he didn't, he'd lose his life.
Suddenly, he had an idea. As a sect master, how could he not have tricks? He declared arrogantly, "Hmph! As a sect master and Soul Douluo, I won't bully a mere under-twenty Soul Sage. Dragon Duke, dare you fight me fair and square, without using martial soul fusion skills?"
Tuoba Xi was surprised—he didn't expect Feng Tianlei to challenge a Titled Douluo. Maybe he could recommend him to the Pope—this man had guts!
Seeing the respect in everyone's eyes, Feng Tianlei was secretly pleased—look at my courage! Skipping the Soul Sage, I'm challenging a Titled Douluo—no one can call me a coward now.
Dragon Duke had only just broken through, with less than top-grade martial soul. Without the Dragon Snake combo, he couldn't take Feng Tianlei down quickly. And after such a challenge, if Dragon Duke refused, he'd lose face.
It was an open trap!
Sure enough, Dragon Duke angrily pointed his staff, "No fusion skill? Fine! Dealing with you doesn't require it! Prepare to die!"
Dragon Duke leaped into the air, Feng Tianlei thrust his sword, and their clash began the battle.
Tuoba Xi turned to Tianlin—since Feng Tianlei chose Dragon Duke, Tianlin's opponent would be him.
Tianlin glanced around—there were houses everywhere, not suitable for a fight.
Seeing Tianlin so casual before battle, Tuoba Xi was furious. "So unconcerned before a Titled Douluo? Jun Tianlin, you're courting death!"
The White Armored Dragon charged, intending to crush Tianlin.
Tianlin's right arm turned into a bear claw, stopping Tuoba Xi's charge with one hand. No matter how hard Tuoba Xi tried, he couldn't move Tianlin.
"This is impossible!" Tuoba Xi was shocked—his strength was no match for Tianlin.
Tianlin smiled calmly, leaped into the air, grabbed the Dragon's neck, forced him back to where Tuoba Ye was fighting Yang Wudi, and then grabbed Tuoba Ye with his other hand, flying both brothers into the sky.
"Jun Tianlin, what are you doing?" Tuoba Ye roared.
"Changing the battlefield. Your martial souls are too big for city fighting—you'll hurt innocents!" Tianlin flew them out of the city, then threw them down hard. "Here's the wilderness—no one around—let's fight to our heart's content!"