This was the result of Arthur using his Spirit Ability, Destiny Guidance. He couldn't forcibly dictate these people's actions, but he could certainly induce them to gather together.
After all, when faced with such an unexpected incident, gathering together was a decent choice.
At this moment, they were arguing in a total mess.
"What's all the shouting for! Everyone shut the hell up!"
A violent shout echoed through the valley. The speaker was the extremely powerful Evil Bone Douluo, Mo Feng, one of the few remaining Titled Douluo of Green Skeleton. He was shrouded in a black-red mist, and the bone staff in his hand, refined from a thousand Souls, slammed heavily onto the ground.
But his roar failed to suppress the crowd's panic.
"Shut up? Mo Feng, how do you expect us to shut up?!" a thin man in a black robe shrieked, his face pale and his voice filled with hysteria. "Thirty-seven strongholds! In one day! All gone! The Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluo in those strongholds didn't even send out a single message before they fucking vanished! Is this something a human can do?!"
"If it wasn't a human, what else could it be?" another burly man with a face full of rough flesh spoke in a muffled voice, his crimson eyes staring intently at Mo Feng. "I think you, Mo Feng, colluded with outsiders and sold us out! Otherwise, why was the stronghold you were responsible for the very last one to be destroyed?!"
"Bullshit!" Mo Feng roared, swinging his bone staff. A black-red blade of light flew past Tu Qian's cheek, carving a deep gash into the mountain wall behind him. "Tu Qian, stop your slander! I've been with the organization for so long, how could I possibly betray us?!"
"In any case, there must be a traitor among us!" the black-robed man shrieked. "We've hidden so well that even the Holy Spirit Cult doesn't know our exact locations! Who else could have leaked all our strongholds?!"
"Enough." The person in the very center spoke up to stop the bickering. He was the leader of Green Skeleton, the Skeleton Douluo, a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo.
This was also the reason why Green Skeleton had been able to continuously stir up trouble on the Star Luo Continent.
"The primary issue now is what we should do next."
His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice raspy: "Infighting won't solve anything. Right now, the Star Luo Empire might have methods we're unaware of, and our location has definitely been exposed. Our only choice is to evacuate."
He didn't believe there was a traitor among them because the destroyed strongholds included places that even he hadn't memorized—small, abandoned spots that had been forgotten.
The crowd instantly quieted down, all eyes focused on him with a mix of fear and expectation.
"Alternatively, we can hold our ground here," the leader said slowly, his bony fingers lightly tapping the spirit tool at his waist. "The Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Formation I've set up is enough to withstand an attack from a Limit Douluo."
"And then we'll ask the Holy Spirit Cult for reinforcements." He paused, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. "We hold something the Holy Spirit Cult needs. As long as we send out a distress signal, they won't leave us to die. Lord Ghost Emperor will not sit idly by."
The group looked at each other and agreed one by one: "Agreed."
"Agreed."
The final voice was crisp and loud, full of youthful vigor. It sounded jarring amidst the string of raspy voices.
Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads. Standing there was a Little Yellow Hair.
Faced with their gazes, Arthur smiled happily: "Hello there."
Dead silence.
The entire valley fell into a deathly silence, as if everyone's whispers had been choked off.
Their eyes were fixed firmly on the Little Yellow Hair who had suddenly appeared.
He stood at the edge of the altar, wearing a faded white short-sleeved shirt, a prominent ahoge sticking up from his head, and a silly smile on his face.
He was completely out of place with the surrounding gloomy and eerie atmosphere, like a mortal youth who had wandered into a ghost realm by mistake.
Yet, it was this harmless-looking youth who caused the Skeleton Douluo's pupils to shrink suddenly, his withered body tensing uncontrollably.
He couldn't sense the boy's existence at all.
"You... who are you?" The Skeleton Douluo's voice was as raspy as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Mo Feng was even more shocked and furious. He had looked into some members of the Douluo diplomatic mission and suddenly pointed at Arthur, black-red mist surging wildly: "Arthur? When did you sneak in?!"
He had set up a Formation; forget a living person, even a fly flying in wouldn't escape the Formation's detection! Yet this youth before him seemed to have appeared out of thin air!
Arthur tilted his head and stuffed a wild fruit into his mouth, crunching it loudly as he smiled indistinctly: "I've been here for a while. While you were arguing, I was picking fruit nearby."
He pointed to the fruit grove deep in the valley, where a few bright red wild fruits still hung. "The fruit here is quite sweet. Do you want to try some?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Evil Soul Masters' faces changed collectively.
Tu Qian let out a roar, his crimson eyes bulging like copper bells. His muscles bulged, and his Soul Power erupted without reservation as the pressure of a Titled Douluo swept across the field: "Kid, you're looking for death!"
His figure flashed, pouncing toward Arthur like a tiger after its prey. His fists were wreathed in thick, blood-red Soul Power, aimed straight at Arthur's face!
This punch was enough to shatter a small mountain!
But Arthur acted as if he hadn't seen it, continuing to chew on the wild fruit, the smile on his lips never wavering.
Just as Tu Qian's fist was about to strike him, Arthur lightly raised his hand, a faint cyan-gold light swirling at his fingertips.
There was no earth-shaking collision, no roar of an energy explosion.
Tu Qian's heavy, powerful punch vanished without a trace the moment it touched the cyan-gold light.
Arthur's entire being slowly transformed into a silhouette of light, and his Two-Word Battle Armor continuously emerged, covering his body.
In his hand, he gripped the Excalibur.
The Two-Word Battle Armor fitted his frame perfectly, with interwoven patterns flowing across the armor to outline sharp lines. The harmless youthful aura from before vanished instantly, replaced by a majesty that looked down upon the world.
Tu Qian's fist froze in mid-air, his blood-red Soul Power dissipating rapidly as if it had met its natural enemy. He could clearly feel a pressure originating from his very Soul overwhelming him, leaving him without even the strength to move a finger.
"What kind of monster are you?!" Tu Qian's voice was filled with despair, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Arthur ignored him and flicked his wrist. The Excalibur sliced through the air, trailing a brilliant golden arc of light.
There was no piercing sound of breaking air, no violent energy fluctuations.
That arc of light simply drifted across Tu Qian's body.
In the next second, this infamously ruthless Titled Douluo didn't even have time to let out a scream before he turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air, leaving behind not even a scrap of Soul Power residue.
The Skeleton Douluo frowned slightly; this power had already reached the level of a Super Douluo.
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