This Is Where It Ends

This Is Where It Ends

"Don't look at me like that. You were the ones who started this. It's just like Qian Xunji trying to seize the transformed Blue Silver Emperor and attacking Tang Hao, only to get beaten into that sorry state—he got exactly what he deserved."

Nan Feng picked up his little dagger, ignored the High Priests' murderous glares, brushed the dust off himself, and stood up.

"You wanted to take my things, so naturally you should've been prepared to risk everything. Isn't that right?"

"..."

"Tsk. I don't expect a bunch of idiots who can rob people with a straight face to understand plain language." Nan Feng took a deep breath and rolled his neck, making it crack.

"Then..." Nan Feng looked eager.

"Who's next?"

"Is it you?" Nan Feng's gaze swept over the gathered elders.

"No, no, no!" The Titled Douluo elders hurriedly backed away.

"We weren't... planning to take your things. We just... came for a meeting." Ghost Leopard Douluo gave an awkward laugh.

What the hell was this?!

Even Qian Daoliu couldn't stop him!

How could they possibly be stronger than Qian Daoliu?!

Damn it! He'd only come to watch the excitement!

He wasn't getting any Soul Bone, anyway!

He should've known better than to come!

"A meeting?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, a strange smile crossing his face.

"You think I believe that?"

As he spoke, Nan Feng leaned forward and took a step closer.

The Titled Douluo tensed and stepped back in perfect unison.

A mere Spirit King had forced six Titled Douluo elders of Elder Hall to retreat. It should've been comical.

But no one in Elder Hall could bring themselves to laugh.

"Tsk. I thought the Titled Douluo elders at the peak of the continent would be impressive. Turns out, this is all you've got?" Nan Feng's face was openly scornful.

Yet not one of the Titled Douluo present dared to speak. Even their expressions as they looked at Nan Feng were perfectly unanimous: they wanted no part of this.

This inexplicable technique was even more terrifying than Qian Daoliu's straightforward display of overwhelming strength!

They could die without even knowing how!

What a raw deal!

"Grand Priest, we'll handle him." The brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo stepped forward.

"If nothing else, we'll give our lives to him today!"

As they spoke, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo summoned their Martial Souls.

"Stop!" Qian Daoliu cut them off.

"Enough!"

One Demon Bear was already dead, and Golden Crocodile had been badly wounded. The elders below had been completely broken psychologically by this kid!

And even now, Qian Daoliu still had no idea how the kid had done it!

If sacrificing Qian Jun and Jiang Mo would solve the problem, then fine. But what if it still didn't kill him?

What if the kid took control of his body again and attacked from behind? With Angel God Power bolstering them, how many of Golden Crocodile and the others would survive?

They couldn't keep fighting!

"Grand Priest!"

"Stand down!" Qian Daoliu rose after stabilizing Golden Crocodile's injuries and stepped forward.

"Tell me what you want."

"I..." Nan Feng, still in his frenzied state, was about to fan the flames again when the other Nan Feng, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward. The two merged, and a flash of light passed between them.

Everyone tensed, instinctively activating Martial Soul Possession and taking defensive stances.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not like you. I'm a pretty magnanimous person!" said the merged Nan Feng with a smile.

"Although you tried to take my things today and even tried to kill me, I can still forgive you!"

"..."

Everyone stared at Nan Feng, their expressions stiff, unable to say a word.

The sight of Demon Bear's death was still fresh in their minds!

How could they possibly believe such nonsense?!

"What do you want?" Qian Daoliu asked again.

"How much do you think I'm owed for the emotional distress I suffered today?" Nan Feng asked in return.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath. "There are still three Soul Bones in the Spirit Hall treasury that are over fifty thousand years old. You..."

"Only three?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to fob me off with pocket change? I've got two sets of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and Soul Bones!"

Qian Daoliu's expression froze.

You want all three? I was planning to let you choose one!

"Grand Priest, this kid has gone too far!" Demon Subduing Douluo, who had a short temper, stepped forward.

"Even if I have to give up my life today, I can't let him keep insulting Spirit Hall!"

"Right, right. I'm just a weak, pitiful, helpless little Spirit King, insulting your den of bandits, full of idiots," Nan Feng said.

"Damn it, do you have no shame? You tried to rob me and got robbed instead. Don't act like you're the victims!"

"What I did today was purely self-defense!"

"And you're saying I insulted you? Qian Daoliu, have you got the nerve to tell that to your Qian Family ancestors?"

"Tell them that all you meant to do today was steal one set of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and Soul Bones from me, but I was so ungrateful that I refused to hand them over. Then I even killed and wounded your Qian Family's good dogs—what a heinous crime, just like Tang Hao smashing your idiot son to death."

"Being robbed by you should be my honor. If you kill me, I should be grateful and accept it!"

"Go on! See if your Qian Family ancestors praise you for it!"

"..."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, took out two Light Attribute Soul Bones that were clearly of considerable age, and placed them on the table. "Along with the three Soul Bones in the treasury, Bibi Dong can take you to claim them. After today, the High Priests won't go after the transformed Spirit Beast you have."

"This ends here."

With that, Qian Daoliu turned and supported Golden Crocodile. He led the other High Priests away, and they disappeared from Elder Hall.

"..."

"Grand Priest, why?" Demon Subduing Douluo asked, perplexed, as he followed beside him after they left Elder Hall.

"That kid was clearly already losing control. You should at least have let me test him again!"

"I know." Qian Daoliu's expression was grim.

"But we can't keep this up."

"Why?" Jiang Mo said indignantly.

"That kid's so dangerous. If we can take him out, I'd gladly give my life for it..."

"Bibi Dong," Qian Daoliu said quietly.

"That woman hasn't made a move. And Yue Guan and Gui Mei's Martial Soul Fusion Skill would be a problem too. If we keep fighting, the risk is too great."

Bibi Dong definitely hadn't come just to watch!

If they kept fighting, they could all end up dead together!

And even that would be a good outcome!

The real nightmare was if they attacked and she slipped away!

That would drive them insane!

"But that kid's so dangerous. If he's allowed to grow stronger..." Guang Ling said gravely.

Even Qian Daoliu couldn't withstand his mental control!

Who knew what the kid might become if he kept growing?

"His technique just now definitely has some kind of special limitation," Golden Crocodile said weakly.

"Maybe it's a passive counterattack ability."

"What do you mean?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Today was the first time he'd met that kid, and the first time he'd witnessed such a strange ability. But Golden Crocodile had seen something similar before, back at the Clear Sky Sect.

The Clear Sky Sect's Great Elder and Sixth Elder defecting to Spirit Hall?

Anyone with a brain should've known that was impossible!

He knew all too well what the people of the Clear Sky Sect were like.

"Back at the Clear Sky Sect, those people either directly or indirectly attacked that kid," Golden Crocodile said.

"Today, he spent all that time cursing without making a move. Demon Bear only had trouble after attacking him, and so did you."

Qian Daoliu froze. The other High Priests' expressions shifted too.

It really did seem that way!

Not a single person who hadn't attacked that kid had run into trouble!

But everyone who had attacked him had been hit!