Beibei's Fall! Will You Come with Me?

The brief deathly silence was broken by Beibei's ragged breathing. He stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu's handsome face, then glanced at Qian Renxue beside him, her golden hair dazzling and her features still youthful. His pupils widened in utter shock, and his body began trembling uncontrollably.

"No... impossible!"

Beibei's voice was hoarse, as though scraped raw by sandpaper. His face was full of disbelief 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 what had happened Ten Thousand Years Ago.

This included Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, for they had been Sea God Tang San's greatest adversaries before he became a god.

Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Stabilizing Needle, a Level 99 Limit Douluo; Qian Renxue, the Angel God's inheritor, 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?

Most importantly, in order to highlight Tang San's abilities and strength, Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue's strength had even been deliberately exaggerated.

By then, the Man in Black had also recovered from his shock. His face turned as pale as paper, and he instinctively took half a step back. Though he did not know this part of history as well as Beibei, he had still heard of the weight carried by the name "Qian Daoliu"—a being whom even Title Douluo had looked up to Ten Thousand Years Ago, a true strong person.

Qian Daoliu frowned tighter, a trace of chill 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 belong to?"

He could sense that the auras of these young people were anything but ordinary. Beibei's Holy Dragon of Light Martial Soul in particular, though mutated, had a profound foundation and was clearly no ordinary Martial Soul. Yet the way they looked at him was far too complicated, as though they were looking at a... legend that had long since died.

"I don't believe it!"

Beibei suddenly shook his head, madness flashing in his eyes as he snarled at Lu Jing, "This must be an illusion! This is some trick you, an Evil Soul Master, pulled!"

He turned to the Man in Black and shouted sharply, "Make a move! Capture them! I want to verify this personally!"

As far as he was concerned, there were only two possibilities. Either Lu Jing had created an illusion with some wicked technique, or... they had truly traveled through time and space. No matter which it was, he had to capture these two "Qian Daoliu" and "Qian Renxue" and get to the bottom of it!

The Man in Black hesitated, but he still gritted his teeth. Black wind wings spread from his back as his seventh Soul Ring suddenly lit up. He knew he was no match for the man before him, but he could not disobey Beibei's order.

"You overestimate yourself."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly. He did not even look at the Man in Black charging toward him, merely lifting a finger. An invisible pressure descended like a mountain. The Man in Black's Soul Power instantly collapsed, his wind wings shattered, and he was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. With a bang, he crashed into a distant tree trunk. By the time he slid to the ground, he had already stopped breathing, without even the slightest struggle.

An instant kill!

Lu Jing, Beibei, and Wang Dong'er all sucked in a cold breath at the same time. Was this the strength of a Limit Douluo? He could not even be bothered to seriously make a move, yet his residual force alone had killed a Soul Sage?

Beibei's charging steps came to an abrupt halt, and the madness on his face was replaced by fear. He could clearly sense that if that pressure had fallen on him, he would have died even more miserably than the Man in Black.

"Still want to make a move?" Qian Daoliu's gaze shifted to Beibei, not a trace of warmth in his golden eyes.

Boom!

Another surge of pressure erupted. Beibei was sent flying as if struck by a massive hammer, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. He struggled to rise, only to find that every bone in his body hurt as though it had fallen apart. Blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

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

Qian Daoliu paid Beibei no further attention. He turned to Lu Jing, his tone calm yet carrying unquestionable authority. "This boy harbors deep hostility toward you. Keeping him alive will only bring trouble. This old man can leave him to you to deal with. In return... you will tell me why you know this old man, and what you meant when you said that Spirit Hall had been destroyed for ten thousand years."

He could tell 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 Beibei on the ground. The other party was glaring at him with venomous eyes. Blood foam clung to the corner of his mouth, but he still radiated an unyielding ferocity. His gaze seemed to say, If you've got the guts, kill me.

Lu Jing sneered inwardly. Keeping a lunatic like this alive would sooner or later become a problem. Besides, although Tang Ya's death was not entirely his fault, Beibei had clearly already regarded him as an irreconcilable enemy. Letting him go would be no different from courting death.

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

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

Beibei struggled to get up, but Lu Jing stepped 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 hint of mockery in his voice. "You were so determined to kill me, yet in the end, you'll die by my hand."

"Evil... Evil Soul Master..."

Beibei used the last of his strength to roar, his eyes full of unwillingness and venom. "Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

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

Splurt!

Blood sprayed out, staining the fallen leaves around them red. Beibei's roar abruptly ceased. The crimson eyes lost all their light, and his life was completely extinguished.

Lu Jing withdrew the World-Destroying Black Lotus, shook the blood from his hand, and turned to Qian Daoliu. His tone was calm as he said, "He's dead. Now, I 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, because if things went badly, 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 retreating backs of Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, he turned his gaze toward Wang Dong'er, who was still standing nearby in a daze, and asked, "Will you come with me?"