Bei Bei Falls! Will You Come With Me?

The brief deathly silence was broken by Bei Bei's ragged breathing. He stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu's handsome face, then looked at the dazzling blond-haired, still youthful Qian Renxue beside him. His pupils dilated in extreme shock, and his body began trembling uncontrollably.

"No... impossible!"

Bei Bei's voice was hoarse, as though scraped raw by sandpaper. His face was filled with shock as he said, "Qian Daoliu... Qian Renxue... How can you be here?!"

As the great-grandson of Dragon God Douluo Mu En, he knew far more than most about the events of ten thousand years ago.

That included Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, after all. They had been Sea God Tang San's greatest opponents before he became a god.

Qian Daoliu, the pillar of Spirit Hall, a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo; Qian Renxue, inheritor of the Angel God, who had once infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire as a woman... These names had shone in the history books for ten thousand years. How could they possibly be standing alive before him?

More importantly, in order to emphasize Tang San's talent and strength, Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue's power had even been deliberately elevated.

By now, the man in black had also recovered from his shock. His face turned paper-white, and he instinctively took half a step back. Though he did not know this history as well as Bei Bei, he had still heard of the weight carried by the name "Qian Daoliu"—a being whom even Titled Douluo had looked up to ten thousand years ago, a true powerhouse.

Qian Daoliu frowned more deeply, a trace of coldness flashing through his golden eyes. "You know this old man, yet this old man does not know you. Speak. Who exactly are you? Which faction do you come from?"

He could sense that the auras of these young people were anything but ordinary. Bei Bei's Bright Holy Dragon Spirit in particular, though mutated, possessed a deep foundation and was clearly no common Spirit. Yet the way they looked at him was far too complicated, as though they were looking at a... legend long dead.

"I don't believe it!"

Bei Bei suddenly shook his head, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. He pointed at Lu Jing and roared, "This must be an illusion! It's some trick you, a Spirit Master of Evil, pulled!"

He turned toward the man in black and barked, "Attack! Capture them! I'll verify it myself!"

To him, there were only two possibilities before his eyes: either Lu Jing had used some evil technique to create an illusion, or... they had truly crossed through time and space. Either way, he had to seize these two "Qian Daoliu" and "Qian Renxue" and get answers!

The man in black hesitated, but he still gritted his teeth. Black wind wings spread from his back, and his seventh soul ring suddenly lit up. He knew he was no match for the person before him, but he could not disobey Bei Bei's order.

"Overestimating yourself."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly. He did not even look at the charging man in black and merely raised a finger. An invisible pressure descended like a mountain. The man in black's Soul Power instantly collapsed, his wind wings shattered outright, and he was flung backward like a kite with its string cut. With a "puff," he slammed into a distant tree trunk. By the time he slid to the ground, he had already stopped breathing, without even a trace of struggle.

Instant kill!

Lu Jing, Bei Bei, and Wang Dong'er all sucked in a breath of cold air. Was this the power of a Limit Douluo? He could not even be bothered to strike seriously, yet his mere residual force had killed a Soul Sage?

Bei Bei's charging steps came to an abrupt halt, the madness on his face replaced by terror. He could clearly feel that if that pressure had fallen upon him, he would only have died more miserably than the man in black.

"Still want to attack?" Qian Daoliu turned his gaze toward Bei Bei, his golden eyes devoid of the slightest warmth.

"Boom!"

Another wave of pressure erupted. Bei Bei was struck as if by a giant hammer and sent flying sideways, smashing heavily into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. He struggled to get up, only to find that every bone in his body felt as though it had fallen apart. Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did Bei Bei have no choice but to accept the cruel truth—this man truly was Qian Daoliu. Only that absolute power, standing above all Spirit Masters, could crush him so effortlessly.

Qian Daoliu ignored Bei Bei and turned to Lu Jing, his tone calm yet carrying unquestionable authority. "That boy bears deep hostility toward you. Keeping him alive will only bring trouble. This old man can leave him to your disposal, on the condition that... you tell me why you know this old man, and what exactly you mean when you say that 'Spirit Hall has been destroyed for ten thousand years.'"

He could see that among these young people, Lu Jing was the youngest, yet also the calmest—and the one most likely to know the truth.

Lu Jing froze for a moment and instinctively looked at Bei Bei on the ground. The latter was glaring at him with venomous eyes. Blood foam hung from the corner of his mouth, but he still radiated an unyielding ferocity. His gaze seemed to say, Kill me if you dare.

Lu Jing sneered inwardly. Keeping such a madman alive would sooner or later become a problem. Besides, while Tang Ya's death could not entirely be blamed on him, Bei Bei had clearly already regarded him as an irreconcilable enemy. Letting a tiger return to the mountains would be no different from courting death.

"Fine, I agree." Lu Jing nodded, and his gaze gradually turned cold.

He walked toward Bei Bei step by step. Each footfall landed on the soft fallen leaves with a faint rustle, yet it sounded like a heavy hammer striking Bei Bei's heart.

Bei Bei struggled to rise, but Lu Jing planted a foot on his chest and forced him back to the ground. The intense pain made him cough up a mouthful of blood, and his vision began to blur.

"Didn't expect this, did you?"

Lu Jing looked down at him, a trace of mockery in his tone. "You were so determined to kill me, yet in the end, you're going to die by my hand."

"Evil... Spirit Master..."

Bei Bei used the last of his strength to roar. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred as he said, "Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

"Then go be a ghost." Lu Jing could not be bothered to waste words on him. His eyes narrowed, and the World-Annihilating Black Lotus above his head suddenly expanded. Thick black mist condensed into a pitch-black lotus blade that ripped through the air with a piercing shriek before smashing viciously toward Bei Bei's head!

"Splurt!"

Blood splashed out, staining the fallen leaves around them red. Bei Bei's roar came to an abrupt stop. All light vanished from those crimson eyes, and his life was completely extinguished.

Lu Jing withdrew the World-Annihilating Black Lotus, shook the blood from his hand, and turned to Qian Daoliu. His tone was calm. "He's dead. Now, you can answer your questions."

Qian Daoliu did not question him immediately. Instead, he took Qian Renxue and headed toward the edge of the forest first.

Clearly, he did not want Yu Yuanzhen to learn the truth.

Likewise, Yu Yuanzhen himself did not want to know. After all, if things went wrong, even he and Yu Tianheng might be killed here by Qian Daoliu to silence them.

Lu Jing took a deep breath. After glancing at the backs of Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue as they departed, he turned his gaze toward Wang Dong'er, who was still standing nearby in a daze, and asked, "Will you come with me?"