Chapter 49 Bibi Dong's hatred is boundless! A thousand cypress trees suppress the Spirit Hall!
Qian Renxue, standing behind, quietly exhaled a breath of stale air.
fine...
Thankfully, Master is alright.
Looking at Qian Daobai's tall and straight back, the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted.
The light of admiration in his clear eyes grew even stronger.
This man is like a bottomless treasure; every time you think you've seen his limit, he always manages to reveal an even more astonishing side.
Looking at her master's back, his broad shoulders and steady posture made her feel incredibly at ease.
Coming to her senses, she looked at the three disheveled Douluo again, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
She quickly stepped forward and asked softly:
"Your Excellencies, are you... alright?"
Guangling Douluo gave a wry smile and waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.
The look in his eyes as he looked at Qian Daobai had changed from initial anger and disdain to deep awe and fear.
"We're fine, Xue'er. Your master is just too monstrous. His strength is terrifying. I can sense that he actually held back. Otherwise, with the strength of the three of us, we would be no match for him."
"Yes, his sword energy is absolutely terrifying. A casual move from him made me feel like I couldn't resist it. Even the Grand Elder has never felt this way before. It's unbelievable!"
...
at the same time.
Inside a secret room in Tiandou City, enveloped in a rich aura of life.
This is the highest-level treatment room in the Spirit Hall branch of Heaven Dou City, which only the Pope and the elders of the Hall of Elders are qualified to use.
Several Soul Douluos whose martial souls were healing-type were gathered around a jade bed, their expressions extremely solemn.
The person lying on the jade bed was none other than Yu Xiaogang, who had been brought back by Bibi Dong.
He has fallen into a deep coma.
An elderly man with white hair, who was in charge of the treatment, had just lifted the white cloth covering Yu Xiaogang. He took one look and couldn't help but gasp.
The healing soul masters around him, who were used to seeing all kinds of injuries, all changed their expressions.
That's terrible.
The severed limbs of Yu Xiaogang were completely rotten, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.
Dark red pus mixed with black blood, soaking the jade bed beneath him.
What's even more chilling is that between the rolled-up flesh, there are countless tiny black worms, smaller than grains of rice, wriggling and gnawing at his wounds!
"Quick! Clean the wound with Holy Water of Light!"
The white-haired old man shouted sternly.
A Soul Master immediately brought over a basin of liquid emitting a soft white light and carefully began to clean Yu Xiaogang's wounds.
However, when the holy water was poured down, the black worms were not driven away. Instead, they seemed to be stimulated and burrowed even more frantically into the flesh.
So, the Soul Masters had to pick up specially made silver tweezers and carefully remove the densely packed, wriggling worms from the wound, bit by bit.
It was a scene that would make even the most resolute person feel nauseous.
The cleaning process was also an extreme form of torture for Yu Xiaogang, who was in a coma.
Although he was unconscious, his body's instincts were struggling painfully, and he was making incomprehensible hoarse sounds from his throat.
It took two full hours to clean the wounds on my limbs.
After the wound was bandaged, the Soul Masters began to treat his other injuries.
His once refined face is now charred black, and his lips are bitten raw and bloody from the pain.
His graying hair was dry and brittle, like weeds.
The person was completely unrecognizable from their previous appearance.
Bibi Dong stood to the side, without saying a word from beginning to end.
Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were terrifyingly empty.
But the hands hidden in the sleeves of the pope's robes had already gripped his own palms tightly.
Every unconscious twitch and every painful groan from Yu Xiaogang felt like a red-hot iron, searing her heart.
A sickly and painful expression appeared on her face.
Overwhelming hatred, like the most potent poison, eroded every inch of her reason.
She vowed that she would make that man, the one who hurt Xiaogang, wish he were dead!
Here at Qiandaobai.
Guangling Douluo gave a wry smile and waved his hand, indicating that he was unconcerned.
He wanted to say a few polite words, but his throat was dry and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
My cheeks burned, as if I had been slapped hard several times.
Just now, the three of them were so full of vigor, their words filled with the arrogance of being retainers of the Spirit Hall, repeatedly telling the other party to "obey the rules".
And what was the result?
Instead of being taught the rules, they were swept away by a single sword strike and lay on the ground like three dead dogs.
This is incredibly embarrassing.
Especially in front of the young master.
Qingluan Douluo and Qianjun Douluo shared the same sentiment. They leaned against the wall, barely managing to stand, and kept their heads down, not daring to look into Qian Renxue's eyes.
I'm so embarrassed.
That's so embarrassing.
They are all titled Douluo who have been famous for decades. They are the top figures in the Soul Master world and are respected wherever they go.
Today, three people joined forces, only to be defeated in one move by a man who looked much younger than them.
If this gets out, how will they ever have the face to stand in the Spirit Hall again?
Qianjun Douluo's mind is still completely blank.
He couldn't understand it.
He repeatedly recalled every detail of what had just happened, trying to figure out why he had lost.
Was my "final throw" not fierce enough?
Impossible. That strike contained his entire life's worth of soul power, enough to move mountains and fill seas.
Is it that the "Endless Divine Light" lock of the Light Feather has failed?
Even less likely, that's the signature skill of the Light Feather Douluo, known as absolute lock-on.
Or did Qingluan's "Vacuum Zone" malfunction?
That was a soul skill that Qingluan Douluo had honed over many years and had never failed.
Their teamwork was flawless, and their soul skills were without any weaknesses.
But why...?
Why is it that in front of that person, you are like a child playing around, so vulnerable?
Is it really just because the opponent is too strong?
Has it become so powerful that they can't even comprehend it?
The moment this thought popped into their heads, the hearts of the three Douluo sank to the bottom.
Just as the atmosphere at the city gate became so awkward it was almost frozen, a deep, steady footstep came from afar, neither hurried nor slow.
despair.
despair.
despair.
Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heartbeat.
The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
As if sensing something, the three Venerable Douluo suddenly shuddered and instinctively straightened their backs.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows deep within the city gate.
He was an old man, tall and imposing, even more robust than the Thousand-Pound Douluo.
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