“This guy, so disgusting, who does he think he is?”
Dugu Yan, standing by the spectator seats, shouted indignantly.
“Wind Sword Sect, a thirty-ninth level Soul Master at twenty years old. He has some talent, but it’s only average.”
“However, his tone is just like that of his blind sect leader.”
Dugu Bo said this casually, with his hands behind his back.
But his words immediately offended some people.
In the spectator seats not far away, several men dressed similarly to Feng Pei turned their heads in unison upon hearing Dugu Bo’s words, glaring at him angrily.
But who was Dugu Bo? The notorious Poison Douluo in the Soul Master world, he acted on his whims and could kill in an instant. He wouldn't pay attention to such riff-raff.
“What? Am I wrong?”
His emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, casting a sinister gaze like a snake towards the group.
Under his piercing stare, one of the older men, seemingly more experienced, recognized Dugu Bo. Uncontrollable fear and terror appeared on his face. Sweating profusely, he repeatedly bowed and groveled, “Senior, please forgive us. Senior, please forgive us. Some of the youngsters in the sect are impolite. We will discipline them properly when we return!”
As he spoke, he delivered a harsh blow to everyone who had turned their heads, the sound of which was deafening, accompanied by their extremely trembling roars.
“Stop staring at the match and watch properly! Sit up straight and watch the competition!”
On the other side, at the Flame Bird squad's area in Blazing Academy, Huo Niao glanced at Dugu Bo in the distance and quickly lowered her head, tugging at her elder brother Huo Yuan's sleeve. She whispered urgently, “Brother, that person, that person… is he…”
“Shh, don’t speak! Don’t look around…”
“He is indeed the one you are thinking of. Watch the match carefully, and absolutely do not displease him.”
Huo Yuan was also sweating. Who would have thought that coming to Spirit City to participate in a few Soul Duels would lead them to encounter the most ferocious and capricious Poison Douluo? Their luck was truly abysmal.
The entire arena fell into silence at this moment. Apart from those who were ignorant of the situation, anyone who knew Dugu Bo immediately sat up straight and became quiet, resembling elementary school students attending a lecture by their homeroom teacher.
Dugu Bo’s power and terror were evident.
In the third-floor private room, Bibi Dong was absent, but Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ling Yuan saw Dugu Bo’s figure.
Yue Guan stroked his chin, marveling, “This old poison master has quite a bit of nerve.”
“I gave him a little lesson this morning, and he dared to swagger into the Great Spirit Arena this afternoon!”
Indeed, the fundamental reason Dugu Bo had left Dugu Yan for a while earlier was Yue Guan’s challenge.
Spirit City prohibited flying and also banned private fights. Therefore, the two went a thousand meters outside the city to have a proper battle. In terms of spirit power, Yue Guan was level ninety-five, while Dugu Bo was only ninety-three. The latter was at a disadvantage and naturally held his own.
However, Dugu Bo’s poison was no joke. Although he couldn’t defeat Yue Guan, he was not afraid of him.
“Old Ghost, shall we go and meet that old poison master later?”
Yue Guan proposed with a wicked grin.
Gui Mei shook his head and said hoarsely, “Your spirits are mutually exclusive, and your conflict for many years is a personal grievance.”
“If I were to interfere, it might lead Dugu Bo to believe that the Spirit Hall intends to make a move against him. Before Frost Moon Lotus can mature, and before we have a solution for his poison techniques, it’s best not to take such a dangerous action.”
“If we accidentally force him to unleash his poison techniques in a desperate struggle within Spirit City, neither you nor I will die, but at least half of the people in Spirit City will perish! By then, His Holiness the Pope and the Arbitration Elders will jointly condemn us, and you and I will surely die.”
Yue Guan suddenly came to his senses and nodded repeatedly. He had been so focused on making Dugu Bo suffer a great loss that he almost forgot about such a crucial matter.
“Alright, after Little Wang Zhong’s Soul Duel is over, I’ll go play with that old poison master again!” His light laughter carried a mocking tone, sufficient to demonstrate how much Yue Guan looked down on Dugu Bo.
The Strange Splendid Exquisite Chrysanthemum, a celestial delicacy among flowers, naturally counters all poisons!
“Grandfather, what kind of sect is the Wind Sword Sect?”
Dugu Yan, clearly, had never heard of this sect before, so she asked.
“The Wind Sword Sect. Its sect leader is third-rate, and the sect itself is second-rate. It’s a small sect, not worth mentioning.”
“The sect leader’s name is Feng Bailong, a Soul Douluo at level eighty-five. His strength is not remarkable, but his ambition is ridiculously high.”
“Although they both wield sword spirits, it is far inferior to the Seven Kill Sword. Yet, he foolishly believes himself to be comparable to Sword Douluo Chen Xin and even dreams of fighting him. Years have passed, and he has yet to take action. Feng Pei’s arrogance is a reflection of his superiors, a characteristic shared throughout the sect from top to bottom.”
Dugu Bo didn't care if members of the Wind Sword Sect were present. He said whatever he wanted and belittled them without regard for their opinions. Even if the members of the Wind Sword Sect reported this matter back, he would not feel the slightest fear.
A sect that didn’t even have a Titled Douluo would not be enough for him to kill with one hand, no matter how many people they sent. Even if the Wind Sword Sect could form powerful sword formations due to their martial spirits, what use would that be? Under the Green Phosphorus Serpent Imperial Poison, they were all useless.
In the area where the Wind Sword Sect members were located, their faces turned red with anger, but not a single person dared to speak. Forget them, even their sect leader Feng Bailong would not dare to utter a word if he were here.
How many people in the world were not afraid of the reputation and infamy of the Poison Douluo!
“Tch, hearing your arrogant tone, I thought Sword Douluo, Senior Chen Xin, was standing before me.”
“Sword spirit, I only know of the Seven Kill Sword! What kind of trash is this so-called Wind Sword? They should weigh their own strength and see if they are qualified.”
Wang Zhong stood on the arena, disdainfully looking at his own fingers, completely disregarding the so-called prodigy of the Wind Sword Sect.
You are arrogant, but I can be more arrogant than you!
“Good heavens, you’ve got guts!”
Feng Pei was so infuriated that his blood rushed to his head. As Dugu Bo had said, the Wind Sword Sect’s wind sword truly aspired to compete with Sword Douluo Chen Xin’s Seven Kill Sword. But tragically, within the entire sect, despite having many Soul Douluos and Soul Saints, not a single person had ever broken through to the Titled Douluo realm.
Without reaching Titled Douluo, how could they possibly have the qualification to challenge Chen Xin, who held the title of Sword Douluo!
It was precisely because of this reason that all members of the Wind Sword Sect would become enraged whenever the Seven Kill Sword was mentioned.
In their minds, their sect’s wind sword was definitely superior to Chen Xin’s Seven Kill Sword, but they were trapped by their own innate limitations and unable to break through, thus being suppressed everywhere.
If they were at the same level, they would definitely win!
This inexplicable, mysterious self-confidence, starting from the sect leader Feng Bailong and extending to every disciple, was almost universal, with no exceptions.
And Dugu Bo’s mockery precisely targeted this point.
They were ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth! The fact that they could not break through to Titled Douluo proved many things, yet no one seemed to realize it.