Ramael Endures Torture
Romor and the Thousand-Faced Marquis were completely unprepared and were fully absorbed in their lust.
At that moment, the terrifying energy wave that Du Bai released with all his might struck the two of them instantly!
Bang!
In an instant, Romor and Thousand-Faced Marquis were violently thrown out by the energy wave, like two cannonballs, flying out at great speed along two different trajectories.
Bang! Bang!
Their figures smashed the room's furniture to pieces, leaving it in a complete mess.
Finally, they smashed a large hole in the wall before stopping.
The terrifying energy wave of Soul Douluo's cultivation, combined with a violent impact.
At this moment, both Romor and Thousand-Faced Marquis turned pale, feeling extremely uncomfortable inside, as if they had been hit hard with a hammer.
"Ugh~"
The Thousand-Faced Marquis, whose cultivation level was relatively low, only at the level of Soul Emperor of level 65, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, soaking and staining his clothes red.
"This... this is the cultivation level of Soul Douluo?"
The Thousand-Faced Marquis responded with the same wave of Soul Power he had just unleashed, his pupils contracting sharply as a storm raged within him.
"That young man looks to be in his early twenties. How could he possibly be Soul Douluo?"
The Thousand-Faced Marquis couldn't believe it.
It should be noted that the Thousand-Faced Marquis is forty-five years old this year, and only has the cultivation level of a sixty-seventh Soul Emperor.
This young man is almost twenty years younger than me, how could he possibly be Soul Douluo?
The Thousand-Faced Marquis didn't believe it, but the facts were there, and he had no choice but to believe it.
At this moment, the Thousand-Faced Marquis felt extremely bitter.
At the same time, a sense of fear rose in his heart.
"If this man is at the level of Soul Douluo, and he's so young, then his background must be extraordinary!"
"We've really messed up this time!"
The Thousand-Faced Marquis felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was wrong.
Romor, standing to the side, was also deeply shocked and in a state of shock.
"At such a young age, he's already at the same level as me, Soul Douluo!"
"Furthermore, how did he break through the Divine Trap Powder Mysterious Drug that could bewitch even Titled Douluo?"
"This is absolutely unbelievable!"
Romor was startled, and a series of doubts surged in his mind.
"Now is not the time to stand still, run for your lives!"
Romor thought to himself, then pulled himself together and decided to run away first.
As for whether the Thousand-Faced Marquis can escape, that depends on his fate.
With these thoughts in mind, Romor began to release his Martial Soul.
However, before he could unleash his power, a tall, dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The tall, dark figure held a dark golden weapon that shimmered with light, exuding an aura of authority. One end of the weapon was pointed directly at his groin, clearly indicating that it was the young man's Martial Soul.
Romor suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, and a sense of fear spread through his heart.
When did he arrive?
Romor's two rat-like eyes narrowed instantly, and he was secretly alarmed.
However, all that responded to Romor was a merciless, Destruction Bullet fired by Du Bai!
A loud bang was heard, like Giant Stone falling from a hundred meters in the air, or like a thunderclap striking the room, the sound was deafening.
At the same time, a burst of fire emanated from the dark gold short stick-like weapon held by the figure in front of Romor.
Hearing the loud noise and seeing the scorching flames, Romor was momentarily stunned and instinctively wanted to back away.
However, before even blinking, there was another loud bang.
Then, Romor felt a powerful force strike his lower body, causing it to explode, and an unprecedented pain shot through his limbs and bones.
"Awoooooo!"
Immediately, Romor let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The excruciating pain in his lower body, especially his groin, caused Romor, a cultivator at the Soul Douluo level, to wail in agony.
Screams echoed throughout the room and spread wildly outside the auction house.
"Brother Moore?"
The Thousand-Faced Marquis was startled, and a sense of fear washed over him.
He first heard a loud noise, saw a flash of fire, and then heard Romor's scream.
Clearly, Romor has met with misfortune!
Romor was different from himself; he was a powerful expert with the cultivation level of an 83rd-level Soul Douluo.
Even Romor couldn't beat this young man in front of him, and he was wailing in pain. He was definitely doomed!
At this moment, the Thousand-Faced Marquis had a bad feeling.
This feeling is that they have provoked someone they shouldn't have, and their later life will be miserable, extremely miserable, a living hell every day!
Thinking of this, Romor was filled with fear, and even his soul trembled.
While in pain, Romor couldn't help but glance at his lower body.
Upon seeing this, Romor immediately fainted.
At this moment, Romor's lower body was blown open by Du Bai's Destruction Bullet, and his abdomen and groin were a bloody mess, his whole body a bloody mess!
It is conceivable that Romor's body will no longer be complete, and a certain part of him will be permanently missing!
If Romor is incomplete, how can he cultivate to become the Saint of Thieves Douluo?
When Romor saw that patch of blood, he knew that he would never be able to become Titled Douluo in his lifetime, and even his cultivation level would plummet.
Even ordinary people can't accept their own disability, let alone someone like Romor who cherishes it as his life!
At this moment, Romor could not accept this fact. His Dao Heart collapsed, and he fainted.
He can't accept it!
For Romor, passing out might have been a temporary relief.
However, it was only a temporary relief.
What awaits him is a long and torturous second half of his life!
Who told him to provoke Du Bai?! To try and assault Bibi Dong?! And to spew such foul language!
Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death. Phoenixes have thin necks that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death!
Romor offended Bibi Dong, Du Bai naturally wouldn't let him off easily!
Of course, that's a story for another time.
Du Bai stared coldly at the Bingbing Romor in front of him.
At this moment, Du Bai felt a Sisi pang of regret, regretting that he had blown up Romor's lower body.
"Romor, right?"
"To deal with scum like you, you should cut off your so-called 'trophies,' then have someone reattach them. Once the wound is almost healed, cut it off again, and then reattach it."
Good evening, everyone! Good afternoon! Good morning! Romor might abandon a project, but the author will never abandon it; I will definitely finish writing this book! Have a wonderful day, everyone!