When the golden pillar of light finally vanished, the surrounding disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect burst into cheers.
After all, Sword Douluo and Poison Douluo, who were on their side, had won.
Zhuge Lan revealed a faint smile, but he felt somewhat disappointed. If he had gone himself, he might have gained a wave of Emotional Value. After all, one million Emotional Value was truly a lot.
But for the sake of saving Sovereign Ning, no amount was too much.
A moment later, a streak of sword light and a poisonous dragon flew down from the cliffs on either side.
The two entered the barrier. They were none other than Poison Douluo and Sword Douluo.
Zhuge Lan stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Congratulations, congratulations. You killed the other side's Titled Douluo this time."
"What Titled Douluo? It was an eighty-thousand-year Golden Light Beast," Poison Douluo said irritably.
"That Golden Light Beast ran incredibly fast. We didn't manage to kill it." Sword Douluo sighed.
Zhuge Lan froze for a moment, muttering to himself, How was it a Golden Light Beast? Shouldn't this have been the work of Spirit Hall? Could there be some hidden truth behind this?
He asked in confusion.
"Did either of you see a disciple from Spirit Hall?"
"No."
"I didn't see one either."
The two replied helplessly.
A puzzled expression appeared on Zhuge Lan's face. Clearly, no disciples of Spirit Hall had acted this time. Even if they had previously suspected Spirit Hall, they now had no evidence.
"Could those Golden Light Beasts have been Soul Beasts raised by Spirit Hall?"
"Impossible. An eighty-thousand-year Soul Beast would never allow itself to be kept by someone, even if it had to self-destruct. Besides, there were two Golden Light Beasts. Who could possibly raise