Seeking Recommendation Tickets.
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At the center of the deadlocked battlefield of blood and fire, the stooped Old Shi slowly stepped out, leaning on his ancient vine staff.
His withered frame looked exceptionally upright amid the turbulent Soul Power filling the courtyard. His cloudy eyes swept over the black-robed figures hovering in the air, carrying a dull, bone-scraping chill like metal on stone. "Crimson Church? It seems I underestimated you gutter rats. To think you would show yourselves so openly in Heaven Dou City."
Among the remaining three black-clad men with golden trim, one came strolling lightly through the air.
His figure was straight as a pine, and his bearing still held the leisurely elegance of a noble young master from an aristocratic clan. Only the enormous scythe in his hand, wreathed in strange black-purple netherlight, gave off a blood-reeking wind that made one's heart tremble.
The corners of his lips curved slightly. His voice was clear and bright, and around him surged the vast fluctuations of a Level 95 Peak Douluo.
The lines on Old Shi's gaunt face abruptly deepened. "Dark Fiend Douluo... Luo Ping?"
Luo Ping raised a brow and chuckled, his fingertips brushing across the scythe blade flowing with a black-purple halo. "Old man, you know me?"
Old Shi struck his vine staff against the ground, and the muffled sound actually drowned out the roars of the battlefield. "You injured the Clan Leader of my Chen Clan."
A low growl like grinding sand and stone rolled from his throat. "Do you think I wouldn't recognize you?!"
Before his words had fallen, he flipped his withered left hand from his sleeve, revealing a hollow metal sphere the size of a soccer ball, and clenched his five fingers down hard.
"Exquisite Orb?"