Titled Douluo, indeed none of them were easy to deal with. It was only natural that a soul bone, unseen even by ordinary Soul Masters, appeared on him.
Master dared not let Luo Sanpao get hit by that pale light. The formidable posture of his opponent made it clear that those two white beams were no ordinary attack.
Luo Sanpao drew in his dragon wings and plummeted to the ground like a falling star. At the same time, his body's gold light intensified as he suddenly flipped mid-air.
"Farting like thunder, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao."
Master called out the soul skill originally belonging to Sanpao. Under the effect of the Golden Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Golden Holy Dragon, it was no longer the feeble technique that even Tang San could easily block.
A puff of golden mist sprayed from under Luo Sanpao's dragon tail, coalescing into a golden light shield in mid-air, blocking the incoming white light.
