Dugu Bo felt a surge of anger upon hearing Guang Ling's words. If the toxins in his body had not flared up today, how could he, the dignified Poison Douluo, have suffered such humiliation?
His already sinister eyes now burned with rage. Just as he was about to spit out a few harsh words, Dugu Bo's expression suddenly changed, turning solemn in an instant.
At that moment, a burst of icy chill erupted from Guang Ling's body. It spread in an instant, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.
Immediately afterward, a longbow formed entirely of ice appeared in his hand. Crystal-clear and translucent, it radiated a chilling light. As his martial soul manifested, nine soul rings symbolizing the rank of a Titled Douluo emerged one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
The immense fluctuation of Soul Power made Dugu Bo's heart tremble. This aura was far stronger than that of his old rival, Yue Guan. This man was at least Rank 96 or above. Combined with that martial soul, his identity was already obvious.
"Guang Ling Divine Bow—you are Spirit Hall's Fifth Worshiper, Guang Ling Douluo!"
Guang Ling Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Dugu Bo, I didn't expect you to recognize me. Interesting. How about you come play with me?"
At that moment, Qian Renxue frowned slightly and spoke.
"Fifth Grandfather, don't forget our objective."
Hearing this, Guang Ling could not help but curl his lips.
"Got it, got it."
Only after Guang Ling put away his martial soul did Qian Renxue breathe a sigh of relief. If they started fighting and destroyed this tiny place, the losses would outweigh the gains. If possible, she truly did not want to bring Guang Ling along. Of the six worshipers besides her grandfather, he was the least