Bai Ge's few casual words were no less than thunder striking from a clear sky, nearly scaring everyone present senseless.
Is there something wrong with my ears? Am I hallucinating, or is there something wrong with this world?
A boy barely twelve or thirteen years old actually did not take a Titled Douluo seriously at all. He was insane—truly insane!
Bai Ge slowly rose to his feet and stepped forward, his tone as confident as ever. "Rongrong, Brother Dai, Xiao San, what's with those despairing looks on your faces?"
A pleased curve lifted at Bai Ge's lips. "When did you start believing you had seen all of my strength?"
"Ha! Ha!!" Dugu Bo laughed in extreme fury. "Good boy, then let me see what you're made of! Let it be known beforehand—don't blame this old man for being ruthless and merciless!"
Bai Ge's tone was teasing, while the snow-white cape behind him fluttered 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 trash behind you.
"If you can, you win, and I die.
"If you can't, I win, and you owe me one Gold Spirit Coin. How about it?"
"Fine! This old man will take that bet!"
As soon as the words fell, Dugu Bo abruptly opened his eyes.
An eerie light flashed. The instant he opened his eyes, the temperature throughout the hall seemed to drop several degrees.
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, bone-chilling killing intent.
Yet Bai Ge completely ignored the Titled Douluo-level Spiritual