Both were Level 95 Titled Douluo, the pillars of Spirit Hall.
At that moment, they stood before Dugu Bo, their expressions less than pleasant.
Because they had discovered that the Dugu Bo before them was completely different from the Rank 91 Poison Douluo they remembered.
"Dugu Bo," Yue Guan said. His voice was still shrill, but it had lost some of its usual flippancy. "You have sharp eyes."
Dugu Bo turned around and looked at the two of them, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, since you have honored Heaven Dou City with your presence, why didn't you let me know in advance? This old man could have shown you some hospitality."
Gui Mei said sinisterly, "Dugu Bo, we did not come for you. If you know what is good for you, move aside."
"Not here for me?"
Dugu Bo smiled. "Then who are you here for? Heavenly Workshop? Or my granddaughter's husband?"
The two men's expressions shifted slightly.
Dugu Bo knew they had come, knew why they had come, and had waited here for three days.
That meant he had been waiting for them all along.
"Dugu Bo, do you think you alone can stop the two of us?"
Yue Guan's voice turned cold.
Dugu Bo did not answer.
He merely raised a hand, gathering a surge of dark green light in his palm.
That light differed from before. It was purer, deeper, and within it, the phantom of a flood dragon seemed to swim faintly.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei's pupils contracted at the same time.
"Your Martial Soul..."
"It evolved," Dugu Bo said flatly.
"The Jade Scale Snake is now the Jade Scale Flood Dragon."
Before his words had even faded, he moved.
Dugu Bo turned into a streak