The white-robed figure's gaze sharpened, locking onto Xiao Wu. "You actually managed to break through my aura barrier." His nose twitched. The others couldn't see his face, but a flicker of shock had crept into his eyes. "Lovesick Heartbreak Red. It's the scent of Lovesick Heartbreak Red. You've been recognized by the Lovesick Heartbreak Red?"
The white-robed figure's emotions visibly spiraled into agitation. In the span of a single flash, he had lunged in front of Xiao Wu, one hand reaching out to grab directly toward her chest.
A storm of sharp metallic clashing erupted from the Shrek Seven Devils like rain hammering against banana leaves. Countless glints of cold light wove together simultaneously, all converging on the white figure.
They had already readied their Hidden Weapons the moment the two Soul Saints and one Soul Douluo had appeared. The instant they saw the opponent move to harm Xiao Wu, they unleashed everything at once.
The white-robed figure let out a cold laugh. His body pirouetted midair, and a faint layer of yellow light spread outward in a sheet. Every Hidden Weapon that entered that golden ring of light immediately disintegrated into dust and vanished. In the next instant, his hand had already halted less than an inch from Xiao Wu's neck—but he didn't close the distance.
Xiao Wu, closest to him, could clearly feel the trembling in his body. It was the kind of tremor born from extreme agitation.
A Titled Douluo. This white-robed figure standing before them was without question a peak existence in the world of Soul Masters—a Titled Douluo.
Yet he was this agitated.
None of the Shrek Seven Devils moved. They all knew that Xiao Wu's life was entirely in this white-robed figure's grasp. One slight movement of his fingers, and the fully locked-down Xiao Wu would perish in an instant.
Tang San's body was drenched in sweat almost in the span of a heartbeat. Nameless terror spread through his chest. He would rather have been the one facing death than let anything happen to Xiao Wu.
The Eight Spider Lances burst from his back under the pressure of his panic. A Hell's Decree had already silently slid into his grasp.
Tang San knew he would have only one chance to strike—and his opponent was a Titled Douluo. With his current Soul Power, a Hell's Decree had virtually no chance of success against a Titled Douluo. But how could he simply stand by and watch Xiao Wu die at the enemy's hands?
He drew a deep breath. The white-robed figure's hand still hadn't moved, and he muttered to himself in a murmur, "Why? Why wasn't it me who received the Lovesick Heartbreak Red? If I had the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, I could—I could reach that realm too. Little girl, let me see your Lovesick Heartbreak Red, would you?"
His voice was trembling, which lent it an even more feminine quality. Even the hostility had drained entirely from his gaze.
Could Xiao Wu possibly refuse? She reached into her chest and carefully brought out her Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
The flower's vibrant, dripping petals shimmered with a golden-crimson luster. The white-robed figure's gaze instantly turned intoxicated. This was the celestial treasure he had dreamed of—the one most useful to him. If he could obtain this Lovesick Heartbreak Red, he would have a chance to ascend to an entirely different level.
But he knew he couldn't. The nature of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red dictated that it could have only one master in a lifetime. Since it had recognized Xiao Wu, it would never change. For anyone else, it would remain utterly impervious—even the Soul Power of a Titled Douluo could not destroy it.
The Shrek Seven Devils were also stunned. They hadn't expected that a single Lovesick Heartbreak Red had saved them from being annihilated—for the moment, at least.
But the crisis was far from over. In the presence of a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo, what could they possibly do?
The white-robed figure reached out to touch the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, but the moment his hand drew within half a foot of it, the golden-crimson glow flared violently bright, startling him into pulling back.
"Worthy of being a celestial treasure among celestial treasures. Yes—I should not have offended your nobility." The white-robed figure actually bowed slightly toward the flower in Xiao Wu's hands. The infatuation in his eyes was beyond the power of words to describe.
For reasons he couldn't explain, Dai Mubai felt a faint sense of familiarity radiating from this person. He didn't know why he felt it, but he was certain he had never met a Titled Douluo like this one.
The white-robed figure sighed and turned to walk away, saying as he went, "Lordiala—you can do as you please with the rest. But this girl is not to be touched. For so many years, the legendary king of celestial treasures has finally appeared and chosen a master. I will protect her forever."
Lordiala's piercing shriek rang out again. He was actually quite frustrated—first blocked by the Dragon Duke, then driven back by this Titled Douluo, and now he could finally make his move. He would not hesitate. Golden light surged forth, and he dove down in the blink of an eye.
"Go die." As the captain, Dai Mubai was the first to rocket skyward. The golden light suffusing his body intensified in an instant, merging completely with his form.
The third soul skill, White Tiger Diamond Transformation, had already been activated. Now he immediately unleashed his fourth soul skill as well—White Tiger Meteor Shower.