Another presence—bewitching and resplendent, carrying a deadly fragrance.
"It's them!" Bone Douluo Gu Rong's deep voice carried an unprecedented trace of wariness!
Tang San's face turned deathly pale with a swish!
Spirit Hall Elders—Ghost Douluo Yue Guan!
And... Specter Douluo Gui Mei!
They had made simple disguises, yet they did not bother concealing their true identities at all.
How arrogant. How confident.
The air inside the carriage seemed to freeze completely at that moment.
Even Ma Hongjun and Oscar put away all their joking, the color draining from their faces.
Titled Douluo!
And there were two of them from the very start!
These supreme experts, who existed only in legends, had now descended before them like Death Gods come to claim their lives!
The carriage curtain was slowly lifted by a steady hand.
Ning Fengzhi was the first to step down. Still clad in white, he remained poised and elegant, as though the two Titled Douluo blocking the road were not enemies, but old friends paying a visit.
Ning Rongrong followed close behind. Though her little face was pale with tension, she still stubbornly held her head high.
Then Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo took positions to the left and right, like two guardian deities protecting Ning Fengzhi at his side.
Cold Yuebai, who had remained unnoticed all night, was still hidden in the shadows. She knew this was only the first wave of attacks.
The auras of four Titled Douluo collided soundlessly on this silent official road!
It was as though countless invisible blades and swords were clashing in the air, erupting with crackling explosions!
Two figures stood quietly beneath the moonlight in the middle of the road.
One had a bewitching figure, his orchid fingers delicately raised, a seductive smile on his face. It was Ghost Douluo Yue