"Teacher, what's wrong?"
A clear, youthful voice rang out.
Tang San walked in carrying a bowl of medicine.
When he saw Yu Xiaogang's miserable appearance, he was immediately shocked.
"Teacher! Who beat you up like this?!"
When Yu Xiaogang saw his disciple, his eyes reddened, and he was overcome with grief.
He embellished his account of what happened that day, portraying himself as an innocent victim oppressed by powerful figures.
"...That Blue Silver King, relying on his great strength and noble status, has committed all sorts of evil deeds and distorted the truth!"
"He's just an unreasonable bully!"
Tang San was so angry that he trembled all over after hearing this.
He and Xiao Wu followed their teacher to Tiandou City, intending to learn the cultivation method of Blue Silver Grass, but unexpectedly, this happened.
"Teacher, don't worry!"
Tang San supported Yu Xiaogang, his eyes resolute.
"I will definitely avenge you!"
"He's strong now, but I, Tang San, possess twin martial souls!"
"When I grow up, I will definitely suppress him with my own hands and make him kneel before you, kowtow and admit his mistakes!"
Beside her, Xiao Wu, who was tall and had amazingly long legs, also waved her little fist and said angrily.
"Yes! Third Brother is right! That Blue Silver King is too despicable!"
She looked at Tang San's annoyed expression, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Tang Qing had better not go to the Star Dou Great Forest, otherwise, let Da Ming and Er Ming beat him into a pig's head!
...
...
Inside a luxurious private room in Tiandou City.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and decadent music filled the air.
Dai Mubai, with women on his left and right, was drinking one glass of wine after another.
As a hostage of the Star Luo Empire, he outwardly lived a carefree and unrestrained life.
But only he himself knew the unease in his heart.
For some reason, ever since yesterday, he has felt like there is a pair of eyes watching him in the dark.
A strange chill rose up from my spine.
His sixth sense told him that danger was approaching.
"Surely... no one wants to kill me, right?"
He muttered to himself.
He is now an important political asset, and his death would benefit no one.
Indeed, no one wanted to kill him.
Tang Qing just wanted him to live a more peaceful life for the rest of his days.
Dai Mubai shook his head to suppress his unease and took another big gulp of wine.
no.
We must find a chance to escape from Heaven Dou City, no matter what!
...
...
Blue Silver Royal Palace, Martial Arts Arena.
Tang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, watching the agile black figure in the arena.
Zhu Zhuqing is currently cultivating.
Her figure was like that of a most elegant yet deadly black cat, each movement filled with astonishing explosive power.
Sweat soaked through her tight-fitting clothes, perfectly outlining her shapely curves.
A pair of straight, slender, beautiful legs, gleaming with a healthy glow in the sunlight, were incredibly alluring.
"The speed is sufficient, but the transmission of power is not smooth enough."
Tang Qing's voice rang out softly.
He slowly stepped forward and walked behind Zhu Zhuqing.
"Look here."
His fingers gently touched Zhu Zhuqing's lower back.
"When exerting force, tighten your waist and abdomen first, and instantly transfer the power from your legs to your fingertips."
Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly stiffened.
A warm sensation came from her waist, making half of her body feel numb.
Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.
"Yes... Your Highness."
She responded softly, her voice barely audible.
Just then, a guard strode over and knelt on one knee.
"Your Highness, there is an old man outside the mansion who claims to be Dugu Bo and requests an audience."
Tang Qing withdrew his hand, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo?
What is he here for?
"Let him in."
Not long after.
A tall, thin old man with a full head of green hair led a tall, elegant young woman with equally green hair into the training ground.
It was Dugu Bo and his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.
Dugu Yan's beautiful legs were in no way inferior to Zhu Zhuqing's, but they possessed an even more alluring and dangerous quality, like a snake.
"I am Dugu Bo, paying my respects to the Blue Silver King."
Dugu Bo bowed slightly to Tang Qing, his attitude somewhat ingratiating.
He knew that Tang Qing's Blue Silver Emperor contained an extreme life force, which might be able to cure the deadly poison in the grandfather and grandson's bodies.
So, he came.
Zhu Zhuqing, being very perceptive, brought over some tea.
Tang Qing sat down, picked up the teacup, and gently blew on it to cool it down.
"I know why you've come."
He got straight to the point.
"I can indeed cure the poison in your bodies."
A hint of joy flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes.
But Tang Qing's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.
"But why should I help you?"
Dugu Bo's face instantly darkened.
He fell silent.
He really wanted to take direct action and force the other party into a corner.
But reason told him he couldn't.
The opponent is the Blue Silver King, the God of War of Heaven, who commands hundreds of thousands of Xuanjia soldiers.
If we offend him, my granddaughter and I will probably never be able to leave Tiandou City.
Dugu Bo took a deep breath. He knew that people like Tang Qing, who became famous at a young age and wielded immense power, all possessed an extreme sense of pride.
He decided to take a gamble.
"Your Highness."
"I've heard that Your Highness is only sixteen years old this year."
Tang Qing held his teacup, not even lifting his eyelids, seemingly not listening at all.
Dugu Bo didn't care and continued speaking to himself.
"At the age of sixteen, he was granted the title of king and prime minister, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops and forcing two great empires to submit."
"This achievement is unprecedented in history."
"only..."
He abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying a subtle hint of provocation.
"It is said that the Blue Silver King is good at using military formations to intimidate people."
"There are many different opinions about the prince's own strength."
"Thinking about it... it's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?"
He stared intently at Tang Qing, trying to discern a trace of emotion on that excessively young face.
However, no.
Tang Qing continued to slowly blow the steam from the cup.
It was as if what Dugu Bo was saying was just gossip from the neighbors, and had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
This composure made Dugu Bo's heart skip a beat.
But once he opened his mouth, there was no turning back.
"Alright then, Your Highness."
Dugu Bo said in a deep voice.
"I'll make a bet with you."
"Let's have a friendly spar right here in this training ground."
"If I lose, I will leave my old life to Your Highness to do as you please, and I will not say a word."
"if..."
He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"If Your Highness is lucky enough to lose by half a move, you won't have to pay any price."
"Just help me and my grandson remove this deadly poison from our bodies, how about it?"
After he finished speaking, the entire training ground fell silent.
Zhu Zhuqing, standing to the side, was on tenterhooks.
That's a Title Douluo!
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!
Will the prince agree?
(End of chapter)