Thinking back, it had not even been that long—just five years ago, Su Ming had fought alongside them in the arena.
That was right, only five years.
Su Ming had only just turned eighteen.
Yuanen Yehui suppressed the turmoil in her heart, took a deep breath, and asked, "Why did the Pavilion Master keep me behind this time instead of letting me go to the Abyss Battlefield?"
Su Ming said, "It's not that I'm not letting you go there. Before that, though, I need your help with something."
Hearing Su Ming's words, Yuanen Yehui's expression darkened.
She had guessed what Su Ming wanted to say.
"Take me to your family."
Yuanen Yehui gave a bitter smile.
"The Yuanen Family does have a Limit Douluo, but my Martial Soul—"
"Don't worry. I'll handle the Demon Plane's invasion. All the Limit Douluo of the entire Douluo Continent are gathered at the Abyss Battlefield. Do you really think our whole Douluo Star can't handle one tiny Demon Plane?"
Upon hearing this, Yuanen Yehui was first delighted, then let out a sigh of relief, as though a problem that had troubled her for a long time had finally been resolved. Then she was shocked, and her expression turned horrified.
"You want to bring the Demon Plane's invasion into the Abyss Battlefield as well?"
Su Ming raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, the Demon Plane invading us? Can Douluo Star only ever be invaded?"
Did she really think so little of their own plane?
There were already thirty Limit Douluo on Douluo Star, at least publicly.
With so many Limit Douluo, couldn't they launch an invasion in return?
"But the Demon Plane and the Abyss Plane..."
Su Ming sneered. "Two planes that grow stronger through invasion will never join forces when they meet."
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