Douluo: I, the Prehistoric Dao Venerable, Was Livestreamed by the Sky Screen

Wrinkle after wrinkle smoothed away, white hair turned to silky black, and those originally gloomy triangular eyes gradually transformed into a pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes.

"My God..."

Countless old men and women stared wide-eyed!

Ma Hongjun stared at the glamorous woman on the Sky Screen,

then wiped his drool away.

"Who knew that old hag... was such a knockout when she was young?!"

Even Dai Mubai, a seasoned playboy, felt his heart stir at such a stark contrast.

What a regret!

Only then did Chao Tianxiang realize what had happened. Delighted, she touched her cheek, then laughed so hard her body trembled like a flower in the wind.

"Hahaha... what a heaven-sent opportunity! Coming here was definitely the right choice!"

A gleam flashed through her eyes as her ambitions began to swell.

Once I get out... perhaps I can even have a shot at the Pope's seat!

Before her words had even faded,

a faint rustling suddenly came from beside her feet.

Chao Tianxiang lowered her head alertly, only to see a pitch-black ant crawling out from beneath the leaves by her feet.

"What an unlucky thing..."

She frowned and, without a second thought, raised her foot and stomped down.

The next instant, her expression changed drastically.

Before she could even let out a scream, her entire body turned into a puddle of black pus in an instant.

The ant seemed completely unaware, continuing onward at an unhurried pace.

[Chao Tianxiang has died]

[Survival time: 5 seconds!]

[Cause of death: Poisoned to death by an unnamed insect!]

Silence.

A deathly silence.

A mighty Soul Emperor... had died just like that?

Poisoned to death by an ant?!

"Xiangxiang—"

Long Gong Meng Shu rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot.

His beloved wife was gone just like that!

After a brief daze, everyone hurriedly turned their gaze toward the last remaining image, as though clutching at their final straw.

[Third-person perspective: Chrysanthemum Douluo]

Chrysanthemum Douluo was equally cautious upon first arriving in the Prehistoric World. He immediately released his Martial Soul and activated his defenses.

After confirming there was no immediate danger around him,

he finally relaxed a little and began surveying his surroundings.

A small stream lay not far ahead, its banks covered with trees and mystical flowers and grasses he had never seen before.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

He stared fixedly at one particular plant.

"Its stalk is like a silver pillar, its leaves like round lotus pads, and a faint purple flower blooms at its center."

"This is... Qiuming Grass! No, that's not right!"

His voice trembled, and even his breathing became hurried.

"One ring per thousand years. At this size... it has to be at least a million years old! Could this be Qiuming Immortal Grass? No... even an immortal grass shouldn't possess such divine charm!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo bit his finger, so excited that he was nearly brought to tears.

"Such a treasure—I must take it back and nurture it for generations to come!"

Just then, an inharmonious sound rang out.

"Pfft~—"

Only then did he notice that behind the immortal grass squatted a Monkey, its bright red backside pointed straight at him.

Doing something indescribable!

The next second,

a furry hand casually reached toward the immortal grass!

"How dare you! You beast, do you dare?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes nearly split open. As someone who loved flowers more than life itself, how could he tolerate such desecration?

"Eighth Soul Skill: Gate of Holy Light!"

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed before him. Petals scattered through the air and transformed into a blinding golden beam that shot straight at the ignorant Monkey!

"Screech!!"

Startled, the Monkey turned around, baring its teeth in anger.

It seemed to be scolding him.

This wild foreign monkey was so rude—actually using flower petals to launch a sneak attack while it was taking a dump!

It casually grabbed a stone from beside its feet.

Then, impatiently, it threw it over.

On Douluo Continent, aside from Tang San and Yang Wudi, no one truly knew the value of that grass.

But anyone could tell that Chrysanthemum Douluo had stumbled upon a treasure.

"That pansy... sure has good luck."

As for that Monkey?

No matter how powerful it was, could it possibly block an attack from a Title Douluo?

Yet in the next instant, everyone froze!

Chrysanthemum Douluo's furious attack was actually blocked by a stone the Monkey had casually thrown!

Not only had it blocked the attack, but the stone did not lose any momentum. It flew straight toward his face!

"This is bad!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face went pale as he hurriedly activated his Soul Power.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Ninth Soul—"

Before he could finish speaking—

"Pfft!"

The stone pierced through the golden light and struck him squarely in the forehead.

[Chrysanthemum Douluo has died!]

[Survival time: 11 seconds!]

[Cause of death: Disturbing a Monkey while it took a dump!]

The Douluo audience fell silent for a moment.

Then they erupted completely!

"Impossible... absolutely impossible!!"

"That was a Title Douluo! How could he lose to a mere Monkey?! Could that... could that have been a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in disguise?!"

In Heaven Dou City, Yu Xiaogang was utterly horrified.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

He had said that there might be monkeys everywhere inside, but who could have imagined... that the monkeys would be this powerful?!

"Y-yes, that must be it! Xiaogang, I believe you!"

Liu Erlong hurriedly supported him, her voice trembling as well.

She might have wished for Chrysanthemum Douluo's death, but this scene was simply too horrifying—far too devastating to one's confidence.