The white-robed Titled Douluo wanted to take Dai Mubai as his disciple? Although those words had been spoken in the heat of emotion, a man of his status meant every word that left his lips—there was no taking them back.
Tai Long and the other substitute team members all felt this was an opportunity. At the very least, they wouldn't have to endure the enemy's attacks and could keep their lives. On top of that, they'd have such a powerful teacher. Why wouldn't they want that? But Dai Mubai's response left them stunned.
"There's nothing wrong with taking you as my master, but I have conditions." His evil eyes gleaming, Dai Mubai spoke with cool indifference. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist—but he wasn't the type to charge in blindly. Against a Titled Douluo, what would resistance accomplish? As the saying goes, as long as the green mountains remain, there will never be a shortage of firewood. Besides, he wasn't the only one here.
"Oh? What conditions?" The white-robed man's eyes lit up with genuine interest at Dai Mubai's audacity to negotiate at a time like this.
Dai Mubai raised a hand and pointed at Zhu Zhuqing. "She is my fiancée, and my partner in the Martial Soul Fusion Technique. You cannot harm her."
The white-robed man's eyes brightened. "A Martial Soul Fusion Technique, you say? Very good. I accept."
Before the white-robed man could continue, Dai Mubai pointed at the others. "They are all my companions. We are the finest team in coordination. They are my brothers—my closest partners. You cannot harm them either. Otherwise, how could I possibly accept you as my master?"
"That…" The white-robed man hesitated visibly.
Up in the air, Laurentius hurriedly called out in a reminder, "My lord, they are the targets of our mission."
The white-robed man furrowed his brows. "Yes. Among them are our mission targets. That is not something I can simply decide. However, I can promise you this—I will kill only one person. How does that sound?"
In his view, a Titled Douluo stooping this low to negotiate was already giving Dai Mubai far more face than he deserved.
But who would have thought—Dai Mubai shook his head firmly. "No. If even a single one of us is harmed, you will be my enemy."
The white-robed man let out a cold snort. "Are you courting death? You should understand that killing you would be no harder for me than crushing an ant. If you hadn't once consumed the Wonderous Bone Chrysanthemum, you would already be dead."
Dai Mubai's gaze swept across his companions. Just as he was about to speak, Tang San cut in first. "The person you want to kill is probably me, right? Fine—spare the others. I will take my own life here."
"Xiao San!"
"Brother…"
The rest of the Shrek Seven Devils were thrown into a panic. They couldn't understand why Tang San would say something like this at a moment like this.
Even the white-robed Titled Douluo looked momentarily surprised. "Kid, you're clever. But clever people tend to have short lives." With that, his gaze shifted back to Dai Mubai. "Since your companion is already willing to trade his life for yours, there's no need for you to persist. I'll make it quick for him."
"No." Dai Mubai's voice was like iron. "The Shrek Seven Devils are one. If I cannot live and die alongside my brothers, what kind of achievements do you think I could ever reach?"
"Achievements? If you die right here and now, then truly no achievements will ever be possible."
"Enough talk. Do your worst." The last shred of hope in Dai Mubai's heart had been extinguished. The enemy had deployed over a thousand people. Their target appeared to be Tang San. There was no way they would simply let this go.
The white-robed Titled Douluo seemed to have reached some conclusion. A string of sinister, effeminate laughter escaped his lips, sending chills through everyone who heard it. "Rest assured—I won't kill you. I'll kill that Tang San first, then take you back. I refuse to believe you won't submit to me. Mm, I'll take all of you youngsters back. Your talents are all quite good. I'll train you properly."
As he spoke, he had already raised his right hand toward Tang San's position. The air immediately grew thick and still. Under the crushing pressure, not a single member of the Shrek Seven Devils could move.
A piercing shriek erupted as Liu Erlong lost all restraint. The colossal form of her true Fire Dragon body materialized in midair in a great arc, and her tail whipped outward, finally flinging away the Armored Tortoise Soul Master who had been pinning her down with that iron chain.
In the very next instant, her massive body plummeted like a fiery meteor straight toward the white-robed Titled Douluo.
The Great Master was not here. If Tang San died, how could she ever face him? She knew—the Great Master and Tang San were as close as father and son. And besides, Tang San was the man her own goddaughter loved most in all the world.