Tang Ya

Damn it! I was already a Limit Douluo, yet they still ordered me around like this. Did they really think I was made of clay?!

Even if she really was made of clay, she had to be made of cement—soft at first, hard afterward!

Having figured this out, Na Nali looked at the sparkling water in her hands, her expression shifting unpredictably as she fought the urge to throw it all to the ground.

Still, after thinking it over for a long while, she ultimately did not dare toss it away. She was a Limit Douluo, but weren't Nahida and Sirin as well?

If they decided to abandon all propriety and gang up on her, wouldn't she have to drop to her knees at light speed?

"Also, there's the method Fors planted in me. Whether it has stopped working is another question."

This was what worried Na Nali the most. Hadn't she submitted to Fors in the first place because that woman had planted something inside her?!

She rubbed the skin beneath her collarbone, where the searing pain from her past torment seemed to linger.

Even after becoming a Limit Douluo, she did not dare say with absolute certainty whether that method had failed—Fors was simply too bizarre.

"I need to find an opportunity to test it. Come to think of it, Nahida seems to have some means of controlling restrictions. Should I provoke her first and see what happens?"

The moment that thought surfaced, she ruthlessly snuffed it out. Only after truly reaching the rank of Limit Douluo could one better understand the gap at this level.

"The pressure Nahida gives me is no less than what Ghost Emperor gave me back then. In other words, she's a Quasi-God. Provoking her casually is far too dangerous."

As for Sirin?