Masked Douluo felt uncertain. The other side was so fearless—did she have some kind of trump card? That made sense. A Rank 9 Spirit Tool Master could hardly be without other Ninth Level Spirit Tools, perhaps even those terrifying Rank 9 Fixed-Array Soul Cannon Shells. He could not withstand the explosion of one of those shells. If he was unlucky enough to get hit, dying like that would be far too humiliating.
Knowing nothing about Luan Yu, Masked Douluo began to consider retreating. He chuckled softly. "Hahaha, I see. In that case, I was indeed rash. How about this? There's a Sacred Light Blazing Flame Tiger in a valley twenty kilometers from here. It's also a light-attribute Spirit Beast. While it can't compare to this Bird of Paradise, it's not bad. Consider it my apology."
Though Luan Yu's expression softened somewhat on the surface, she was utterly disdainful inside. Yeah, right. Looking at that neither-human-nor-ghost appearance, he was obviously an Evil Spirit Master. If she believed an Evil Spirit Master's words, she would be an idiot.
"Since you are so sincere, let us put this matter to rest."
Luan Yu nodded, looking satisfied.
"Hahaha, good. Then I'll take my leave."
With that, Masked Douluo left behind a map, turned into a streak of blue-black light, and vanished into the depths of the forest.
"Pah, does he really take me for an idiot?"
A tiny streak of sword energy shot from Luan Yu's fingertips, shattering the map Masked Douluo had left behind. Her face was full of contempt.
Her guess had been correct. There was no Sacred Light Blazing Flame Tiger at the location Masked Douluo had provided. Instead, there was an elder of the Holy Church, another Titled Douluo-level Evil Spirit Master. If Luan Yu really went looking for it,