Long-Lost Pain

"Bibi Dong! You old hag! Are you trying to murder your own husband?!"

Nan Feng's eyes twitched violently as he found himself locked onto by over a dozen killing intents.

Damn it!

All I wanted to do today was take down Qian Daoliu to establish some authority!

You're throwing so much at me, how the hell am I supposed to handle this?!

"How could you say that?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng with an innocent expression.

"My dear, I'm doing this because I believe in you!"

"Go for it! Beat these shameless old bastards to death!"

"..."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged glances, completely bewildered.

Wait, what are this young couple doing?

Are they having an internal conflict at a time like this?

"Damn it!" Nan Feng was speechless.

"You bunch of idiots, you call yourselves Title Douluo? You call yourselves experts? Experts my ass!"

"If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

Golden Crocodile's face darkened. However, as the Second Worship of Martial Soul Hall and a level 98 Peak Douluo, if he really killed this kid, he would lose all face!

After a moment of thought, Golden Crocodile shot a glance at Magic Bear Douluo in the Elder Hall.

Originally, the ones they favored most in the Elder Hall were Ju Gui. Not only were they talented, but their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was unique, and it wasn't impossible for them to become Worships in the future.

But those two had already lost the trust of Qian Daoliu regarding the matter of Qian Xunji. Now, the one they favored most in the Elder Hall was Magic Bear Douluo.

"..."

Accidentally catching Golden Crocodile's gaze, Magic Bear Douluo felt incredibly annoyed.

If it's inconvenient for you to make a move, do you think it's convenient for me?

A dignified level 93 Title Douluo, attacking a Spirit King—what the hell kind of look is that?

If he had done it in secret, it wouldn't have mattered if no one knew.

But in front of such a crowd, with so many Title Douluo watching, how would he ever establish himself in the Elder Hall again?

Seeing that Magic Bear Douluo remained motionless, Golden Crocodile gave a light cough to urge him on.

If he let this brat keep making a scene, the Elder Hall would become a laughingstock!

"..."

Under the gaze of Golden Crocodile, Magic Bear Douluo took a deep breath and finally stood up.

If you're going to take a side, you have to show the right attitude!

"He sent you here to die?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Does he look down on me? Sending a ninety-third-level piece of trash like you to deliver your life?"

Magic Bear Douluo's expression remained unchanged. After being berated for so long, he had become immune to the brat's foul mouth. Besides, for a man about to die, letting him curse a few times was fine.

"Kid, I didn't intend to bully the young, but you are far too arrogant. Shouting and spewing filth, insulting a Title Douluo, I..."

"Cut the damn crap. If you're going to fight, hurry up. You don't look young anymore, so I'll let you have the first move." Nan Feng interrupted him, sounding impatient.

"Damn it, you're trying to kill me, yet you still spout this kind of bullshit?"

"You really learned exactly the same way as that thing Qian Daoliu, didn't you? Decades ago, that old thing ran around the continent bullying the weak, relying on his cultivation as a ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo to slaughter Title Douluo from small sects. He probably said the same things you're saying now, right?"

"Oh~ 'For the stability of the continent, I have no choice but to ask you to die.'"

"Moron, if you're so noble, why don't you go die yourself?"

"Damn it, if you're going to be a dictator, just be one. It's fine to spout pretty words outside to fool the brainless, but why the hell are you still barking in a closed-off place like this?"

"You..." Magic Bear's expression faltered; he couldn't refute it.

But wasn't this kind of rhetoric just standard procedure?

Who the hell doesn't find a high-sounding excuse before they start a fight?

"Hurry up! I'll let you have one move, and that's it!" Nan Feng urged.

"If I'm not dead after that one move, I guarantee you'll turn into a one-eyed bear within three seconds!"

"You!" Magic Bear's temper flared, but he hadn't lost his reason yet.

This brat was so arrogant, he must have something to rely on. He was likely betting that Magic Bear would underestimate him, and if he didn't die in one move, he wouldn't have the face to strike a second time.

"Kid, since you're so rampant, I'll make your death quick!" Magic Bear's eyes narrowed, and he instantly completed his Martial Soul Avatar.

A black Spirit Ring flashed. Magic Bear Douluo crossed his claws, which radiated an endless chill, and slashed down toward Nan Feng.

BOOM!!

The terrifying destructive power shattered the floor of the Elder Hall with its shockwave alone, sending dust and debris flying into the air.

After the strike, Magic Bear turned around confidently, retracting his Martial Soul, and prepared to return to his seat.

"Is that it?" Nan Feng's disappointed voice rang out.

"I thought you were supposed to be tough."

"..."

The air suddenly went silent.

The elders present all wore expressions of shock.

He didn't die from that?!

Aside from Bibi Dong, who was in the know, and Ju Gui Douluo, who had sparred with Nan Feng a few times before, even Golden Crocodile and Guang Ling—who had witnessed this scene at the gates of the Clear Sky Sect in the past—had their expressions change.

A Title Douluo couldn't kill him?!

Could this kid's Martial Soul be absolute defense?

"You..." Magic Bear felt a jolt of fear in his heart.

What kind of monster is this?!

"Alright, I keep my word. Little bear, are you ready to see the world with only one eye from now on?" Nan Feng smiled, and a bright light flashed across his body.

The ball of light split, and Nan Feng went from one to two.

"A clone?" Magic Bear instinctively activated his Martial Soul Avatar.

This is too bizarre!

Where is this kid's Martial Soul?

Where are his Spirit Rings?!

"Although I don't like violence, you all have indeed gone too far," said the Nan Feng with the gentler temperament.

"What's wrong with a Humanoid Spirit Beast? Do they deserve to die?"

"Why waste breath on him?" The other Nan Feng, whose temperament was extremely sharp and somewhat eerie, chuckled. He pulled out a gleaming golden dagger and threw it in the direction of Magic Bear Douluo, while simultaneously falling backward.

The other Nan Feng, who remained standing in place, averted his gaze, unable to bear it; he was only responsible for keeping watch.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, Magic Bear Douluo did not dodge the incoming dagger. Instead, he actively deactivated his Martial Soul Avatar and took the hit directly with his face!

Squelch!

The dagger plunged perfectly into Magic Bear's left eye. The crisp sound of the eyeball shattering echoed throughout the entire Elder Hall, leaving everyone stunned into silence.

"Magic..."

Before Golden Crocodile could finish his sentence, Magic Bear reached up and pulled the dagger from his eye socket, bringing a small, blood-streaked orb out along with it.

"Our bodies, skin, and hair are gifts from our parents; how could I discard them so lightly?"

As he finished speaking, Magic Bear swallowed the bloody orb in one gulp and tossed the dagger back.

After doing all this, Magic Bear stood there in a daze for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, he clutched his eye socket and let out a blood-curdling scream.

"My eye!!"

"Oh~ what an unexpectedly spirited little bear." Nan Feng, who had just been lying on the ground, sat up. A twisted smile hung on his face as he watched the roaring Magic Bear Douluo.

"Too bad, it won't last."

"You!!" Magic Bear clutched his bleeding left eye, his killing intent exploding outward.

He didn't know what had just happened, but it was definitely this brat's doing!

He had been poisoned!

First an anesthetic, then a highly corrosive, potent toxin!

"Oh~ how terrifying~" Nan Feng, sitting on the ground, looked at the enraged Magic Bear Douluo with a pitiful expression.

"One-eyed little bear, are you trying to tear me apart?"

"You wretched—"

Before Magic Bear could finish, Nan Feng threw the dagger once more.

Only this time, it landed perfectly into Magic Bear's hand.

Golden Crocodile breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to speak, his expression froze completely.

He watched as Magic Bear, after catching the dagger, plunged it directly into his own head without the slightest pause or hesitation.

"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

"Saikou ni hai tte yatsu da!!!!"

Magic Bear laughed maniacally, twisting the dagger frantically in his skull under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

He then collapsed heavily onto the ground, blood pooling beneath him. His only remaining eye glazed over with a bloodshot white, and his body began to convulse.

His brain was severely damaged, and under the influence of the potent poison, his mind collapsed along with it.

Golden Crocodile rushed to Magic Bear's side, activating his soul power in an attempt to stabilize his injuries. Unfortunately, the wounds were too severe; he could not be saved.

In no time at all, Magic Bear Douluo—a man highly regarded by Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile, and a promising candidate for the position of High Priest—had kicked the bucket.

A long-lost pain... Nan Feng watched the scene quietly, the smile on his face growing increasingly twisted and insane.

"So, who shall be next?"

"..."