Four Limit Douluo, Caught in a Trap

"Let me introduce the two of you."

Bibi Dong stopped walking, turned slightly, and gestured toward Qian Daoliu behind her. In a calm tone carrying unquestionable authority, she said, "This is the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall, Lord Qian Daoliu."

"Greetings, Senior Qian Daoliu."

Liu Feng's gaze fell upon Qian Daoliu. He gave a slight nod, his tone calm—neither disrespectful nor overly flattering.

When facing a fellow top-tier powerhouse like Qian Daoliu, there was no need for him to deliberately show weakness.

Tang Hao, meanwhile, merely looked at Qian Daoliu with a complicated expression and said nothing. His brows were slightly furrowed, as though he were pondering something. Perhaps he had recalled the old grudge between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall, or perhaps he was assessing Qian Daoliu's strength.

"Haha! You two must be Sect Master Liu Feng of the Divine Wood Sect, and Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Qian Daoliu was the first to break the silence. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and his tone was amiable.

"There is no need for the two of you to be so tense. This old man merely came to watch the competition today and has no other intentions. There is no need to be so guarded around me."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu stepped forward and slowly took a seat that had been reserved on the other side of the VIP section.

Only after Qian Daoliu sat down and completely restrained his aura did Liu Feng and Tang Hao relax their tense bodies slightly. The Soul Power they had been circulating gradually settled as well, though they still did not lower their guard completely.

Facing two of Spirit Hall's top powerhouses, any carelessness could bring danger.

Bibi Dong then moved forward