"Over these four years, Ye Xuan, Hu Liena, and even Pope Bibi Dong never showed themselves on the continent. Four years have passed—who knows how strong they have become?"
"If they have all become gods, then even if Tang San becomes the Asura God, he may still be no match for the three of them."
Dugu Yan's heart tightened.
"Grandfather, do you think Holy Son Ye Xuan might..."
Before Dugu Yan could finish, an incomparably vast aura descended like Mount Tai bearing down from above. The air throughout Sunset Forest instantly froze solid. The miasma dared not drift, and even the mist over the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well ceased to move.
Dugu Bo's expression changed drastically. He sprang to his feet as the Jade Phosphorus Purple Mist surged explosively. His Soul Power was pushed to its limit, and he released the full pressure of a Titled Douluo, yet he still felt like an ant facing a dragon. Even breathing became difficult.
Dugu Yan fared even worse. The aura forced her straight to her knees, her pretty face drained of color as a thread of blood seeped from the corner of her lips. Her eyes were filled with terror.
She could feel that this aura was stronger than that of any Titled Douluo she had ever seen. It was even several times more terrifying than the legendary peak Douluo, Qian Daoliu!
"Who is it?!" Dugu Bo shouted sharply, though his voice carried a trace of tremor.
"Who are you, sir? Why have you intruded upon this old man's place of secluded cultivation?"
As his words fell, two figures slowly emerged from the depths of the forest.
Leading them was a young man dressed in a black brocade robe. He was handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his gaze