Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly

A newly arrived elder possessed Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

This inevitably reminded Golden Crocodile of Bibi Dong.

Rumor.

The Pope repeatedly entered and exited the new elder's room.

And they would often stay there until daylight turned to night before leaving.

What were you doing during this time?

Nobody knows.

But.

It's a generally accepted fact that Bibi Dong always seems to be in danger whenever she leaves Li Mubai's house.

Then the Spirit Hall will stir up a strange wind.

The last investigation into corruption and bribery was initiated by Li Mubai.

This gust of wind.

This directly impacts the tangible interests of the Worship Hall.

And.

The Worship Hall's control over the Spirit Hall's financial power has also been slightly weakened.

The Golden Crocodile's mind raced.

One can't help but suspect that this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was originally prepared by Bibi Dong for Li Mubai.

When Li Mubai joined the Spirit Hall...

Unlike others, they didn't start their promotions directly from the lower levels.

You should know this.

Being an elder of the Spirit Hall is not a position that just anyone can hold.

Even if your cultivation is extraordinary, you still need to pass the Spirit Hall's test of loyalty.

Nowadays.

Most of the elders of the Spirit Hall are selected directly from among the archbishops of the Platinum Main Hall.

These people are exceptionally gifted.

He reached the rank of Platinum Bishop in a very short time.

Then, as time went on...

These individuals distinguished themselves from a group of Platinum Bishop.

His cultivation level reached the titled realm.

He was eventually elected by the Pope as an elder of the Elder Hall.

It can be said that...

The difficulty these people faced in becoming elders was unimaginable.

And Li Mubai.

He actually arrived at the Spirit Hall directly based on his Titled Douluo cultivation level.

And he became a formal elder of the Spirit Hall without passing many tests.

He also received 'special' treatment from Bibi Dong.

This made Golden Crocodile suspicious that Li Mubai might be someone who had been hiding under Bibi Dong's command for a long time.

Otherwise, how could there be Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Thinking about this...

The Golden Crocodile grew even more dissatisfied.

The enormous claw that swung down immediately carried even more force.

This time.

The force increased, and the fierce palm wind made Li Mubai's long robe flutter.

Her not-so-long hair was also disheveled in the wind.

In an instant.

Even the air itself emitted a piercing sonic boom.

"What a powerful blow!"

"If I were hit in that sinus, I'd probably turn into a meat patty, right?"

"I approve of this attack! After this strike, only one person will remain in the arena, and that will be Elder Golden Crocodile!"

"Get out of the way! Why isn't this person moving?"

"This attack was too fast; he couldn't dodge it. Even Titled Douluo would be either killed or seriously injured if struck by that slap."

The Soul Master in the audience were all astonished by this seemingly ordinary attack.

Such a simple attack, though unassuming, possesses unimaginable power.

If this blow were to hit the wall of this arena, a large section of the wall would collapse instantly.

How could such an attack not inspire fear?

Facing the impending attack.

Li Mubai showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he even gave the Golden Crocodile a slight smile.

See here.

The Golden Crocodile was utterly astonished.

With such a rapid attack, Li Mubai certainly wouldn't have time to retreat from the second floor.

If this palm strike landed squarely on Li Mubai, he was absolutely confident he could take half of Li Mubai's life.

He'll be bedridden for at least half a year; he definitely won't escape.

But...

Why aren't they afraid?

Is there some hidden plan he doesn't know about?

Impossible!

How could a Soul Master who has just entered the Titled Realm possibly have so many hidden tricks up his sleeve?

That's how I think it is.

However, Golden Crocodile couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension.

The memory of how the Lie Yan sword energy could attack and burn Spiritual Power still lingered in his mind.

But just then...

The Golden Crocodile suddenly felt a flash in its vision.

Then the scene before my eyes underwent a dramatic change.

Suddenly, heaven and earth vanished.

Li Mubai, who had been as weak as an ant beneath him, was also gone.

The shouts and cheers from the audience were no longer deafening.

The whole world suddenly transformed into a traditional Chinese ink painting.

There is no particular white, nor any particular black; there is only an endless expanse of pale ink.

There was no sky, no earth, no mountains, no trees, no flowing water, no small bridges, no houses... only a boundless expanse of pale ink, devoid of time and space.

"Where is this...?"

The Golden Crocodile looked down at its palm.

I don't know when.

The once gigantic golden crocodile body has long since disappeared.

Instead, there were a pair of old, wrinkled hands, covered with spots and calluses.

Even its color is the yellowish-brown commonly seen in older people.

He looked at his feet again.

Human feet are not the giant claws and teeth we imagine.

"No. Aren't I sparring with Li Mubai right now?"

"Wasn't my attack about to land on Li Mubai's slender figure?"

Why am I here?

"This world..."

The Golden Crocodile looked around.

A scene of ink wash painting comes into view, nothing else is visible.

There was nothing but himself; nothing existed.

"Is this a dream?"

"Wrong."

"Li Mubai's attack, which burned away at my Spiritual Power, felt so real; it couldn't be a dream."

The Golden Crocodile stroked his long, sparse white beard, running it back and forth.

He quickly snapped out of his daze.

"This is Li Mubai's backup plan!"

The Golden Crocodile had to accept this fact.

He had assumed that Li Mubai had exhausted all his methods and was now a target for the ritual, ready for him to take.

Unexpectedly, there was a backup plan!

Before he arrived here, a red light seemed to appear in his eyes.

"Could this be the power of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that Li Mubai possesses?"

The Golden Crocodile's eyes became clear and bright.

He gazed at his surroundings, which resembled a traditional Chinese ink painting, and pondered how to leave this fantastical place.

Is violence a viable option?

Do it as soon as you think of it.

The Golden Crocodile directly summoned its Soul Power, intending to unleash a move called 'Fierce Golden Crocodile'.

But.

He tried to muster his strength for a long time, but suddenly realized...

There was no sign of Soul Power emerging from his body; he was just like an ordinary person who had never cultivated and had no Soul Power at all!

"What's going on?!"

The Golden Crocodile started to panic.

He is now genuinely apprehensive.

Normally, the vigorous Soul Power within his body had completely vanished at this moment.

He willingly threw another punch into the air ahead.

The usual whooshing sound of a casual punch did not occur as expected.

And.

He felt as if his body was limp and powerless.

Even if that punch were to knock down an ordinary person, it would be extremely difficult.

Unwilling to give up, he kicked again.

However.

The kick was too forceful, causing his body, which was like that of an ordinary old man, to lose its balance.

He fell down.

This was after he became Titled Douluo.

I experienced wrestling for the first time.

Originally.

He thought it was a virtual world.

But now.

As he fell to the ground, he felt Sisi, sharp pain in his skin and the bones that were in contact with the invisible ground.