Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.
The moment the three of them stepped into the courtyard,
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's pupils narrowed slightly.
His senses, as keen as a sword, felt a pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced.
It wasn't pressure from Soul Power.
It was the pressure of a "domain."
The small courtyard seemed to form a world of its own, imbued with an indescribable "aura of the Dao."
Here, even his sword intent seemed to falter.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, standing beside him, reacted even more dramatically.
For the first time, the Titled Douluo renowned for his uncanny, unpredictable ways stiffened.
He felt the spatial power he prided himself on sinking into a swamp within the courtyard, sluggish and powerless.
Every Blue Silver Grass plant and every wisp of air seemed to brim with life and carry a will of its own, rejecting him as an "outsider."
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Gu Rong's forehead.
He raised his head and looked at the young man standing beside the rocking chair, his expression calm.
The man stood right there, without the slightest trace of Soul Power. He looked like an ordinary person.
Yet in Gu Rong's perception, he was like an unfathomably deep abyss, a divine mountain too lofty to scale.
Impossible to see through.
Impossible to fathom.
Even... impossible to understand.
This was an overwhelming disparity in their very levels of existence!
Terrifying!
Utterly terrifying!
Those were the only words left in Gu Rong's mind.
He was certain that even when facing the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall, he had never felt so shaken to his core.
Though Ning Fengzhi wasn't a Titled Douluo, he was exceptionally perceptive.
He noticed the two guardian Douluos' odd reactions at once, and waves of shock surged through his heart.
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