Bai Ge's few lightly spoken words were no less than thunder striking level ground, nearly frightening everyone present senseless.
Were my ears playing tricks on me, or was there something wrong with this world?
A boy of twelve or thirteen actually did not take a Titled Douluo seriously at all. He was crazy—completely crazy!
Bai Ge slowly rose to his feet and took a step forward, his tone still brimming with confidence. "Rongrong, Dai Mubai, Tang San, what's with those despairing looks on your faces?"
A pleased curve lifted at Bai Ge's lips. "When did you start laboring under the illusion that you had seen all of my strength?"
"Ha! Ha!!" Dugu Bo laughed in fury. "Good boy, then let me see what you're made of! Let me make this clear first—don't blame this old man for being ruthless and merciless."
Bai Ge spoke teasingly, the snow-white cloak behind him fluttering without wind. "In that case, how about we make a bet?"
"Oh?" An eerie green light flickered in Dugu Bo's eyes. "What kind of bet?"
"Let's bet on whether you can protect the life of that piece of trash behind you.
"If you can, you win, and I die.
"If you can't, I win, and you lose one Gold Soul Coin to me. How about it?"
"Fine, this old man will take that bet!"
As his words fell, Dugu Bo abruptly opened his eyes.
Eerie light flashed. The instant he opened his eyes, the temperature throughout the entire hall seemed to drop sharply.
They were a pair of dark green eyes, devoid of even the slightest trace of life.
What they revealed was not only the cold-bloodedness of a venomous snake, but also cruel, sinister strangeness and chilling killing intent.
Yet Bai Ge completely ignored the Titled Douluo-level Spiritual