"Even if I killed you, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't necessarily come after me!"
"Title Douluo?"
Su Yu sneered, his eyes suddenly turning as sharp as blades as they stabbed toward his opponent.
"Dugu Bo, do you even deserve to call yourself the Poison Douluo?"
"In my view, you'll be dead from the poison you pride yourself on within a year!"
"You're courting death!"
Dugu Bo's face instantly darkened like ink, and the air around him seemed to solidify.
Jade-green Soul Power surged in his palm, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.
"You ignorant brat dare to criticize this old man! Do you really think I don't dare kill you?"
Su Yu sneered and tightened his grip slightly on Ning Rongrong's arm.
"Courting death? Compared to someone who's going to die from his own poison, I can accept dying this way!"
"Others might not know, but I can see it clearly. Poison Douluo, you're already poisoned."
"Whenever the weather turns cloudy and rainy, doesn't a numb, itchy feeling appear along your ribs, gradually growing stronger as time passes?"
"On every rainy day, it flares up once at noon and once at midnight. Given your current condition, each episode should last at least an hour."
"Every night, around the third watch, you feel needle-like pain on the top of your head and the soles of your feet."
"Your whole body convulses for at least half an hour, right? There's no need for me to describe that agonizing sensation, is there?"
"If you weren't poisoned, would these symptoms appear on your body?"
"Not only are you poisoned, but the poison has already entered your bone marrow. You're a walking poison!"
"I'm just puzzled by one thing: why haven't you died yet? The poison in you simply isn't something Soul Power can