Stirring the Waters

Dai Weisi's words had barely fallen.

A deep voice suddenly rang out from high above.

Amplified by Soul Power, it was like an explosion in the sky.

"A chrysanthemum, a little ghost. You dare hurt my son? Get lost!"

Upon hearing that voice, Tang San, whose entire body had been taut, abruptly raised his head, his eyes filling with delighted light.

Meanwhile, Pope Bibi Dong's expression turned even colder.

She withdrew the pressure she had been exerting on Flender and stared into the sky.

With a deep boom,

Chrysanthemum Douluo Moon Guan and Ghost Douluo Ghost Shadow, the two great Title Douluo, were actually blasted back like cannonballs.

Both of their expressions changed.

The two of them, Title Douluo who had attacked together, had actually met with such a result.

In all these years, this was the first time.

Two black figures silently appeared in midair.

They floated there quietly,

as though they had always belonged there.

One of them was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties. He was tall and burly, but his appearance was truly hard to compliment.

He wore a tattered robe without even a patch on it, exposing the pale skin beneath. His once-decent features were covered in a waxy yellow pallor.

He looked utterly listless, his messy hair resembling a bird's nest. His beard had gone untrimmed for who knew how long, and even its roots had turned white.

The middle-aged man standing beside him, however, was far more refined.

His face had no wrinkles, though there was a cross-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead. His black-and-white hair was combed straight and immaculate.

He wore a black robe, his powerful body standing ramrod straight. The sharp aura around him made people tremble in fear.

He was overbearing, without