Slay Miles, Destroy Martial Soul Hall! Frame Tang Hao? (Seeking Follow-ups!)

Dugu Bo did not stop his pace, nor did he even lift his eyelids.

He merely tilted his head slightly to glance at Dugu Yan beside him, a smile of appraisal curling the corners of his mouth:

"Yanyan, this kind of watchdog is yours to handle."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Dugu Yan nodded slightly, her originally emerald eyes now shimmering with a faint, eerie grayish-purple hue.

She did not release her Martial Soul; she simply raised her slender, jade-like hand and gave a light wave toward the two knights.

Whoosh—

A pale purple, fragrant breeze swept past.

The two knights had just opened their mouths to hurl insults when they suddenly felt as if their throats had been blocked by something.

Immediately following, an indescribable, agonizing pain erupted from every pore in their bodies!

"Hrk... hrk..."

They widened their eyes in terror, wanting to scream, but unable to emit a single sound.

Under the horrified gazes of the passersby, the bodies of these two knights, who possessed the strength of Soul Grand Masters, began to fester and melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just two or three breaths, two living men had dissolved into two pools of foul-smelling pus, even their armor corroded until it was riddled with holes.

"The Calamity Poison Body is truly overbearing."

Dugu Bo nodded in approval; the toxicity was so fierce that it didn't even require the activation of a Soul Skill—a casual wave was enough to deal a lethal blow.

"Let's go, the main event is inside."

The grandfather and granddaughter stepped over the two pools of pus and walked into the main hall as if entering an empty room.

On the second floor of the main hall, in the bishop's office.

Cardinal Miles was sitting with his legs crossed, toying with a piece of rare metal he had just "requisitioned" from the Blacksmith Association.

A piece of Crystal Plate/Hair Gold.

Miles's fat face was slick with greedy oil:

"Hehe, these poor blacksmiths really have quite a few good things in their hands.

If I present this Hair Gold to Bishop Salas, I might be able to make a name for myself in front of His Holiness the Pope..."

BOOM!

At that moment, the heavy mahogany door of the office suddenly exploded, and countless wood splinters scattered like hidden weapons.

"Who?!

Which bastard dares to barge into this Bishop's room?!"

Miles's hand shook in fright, and the Hair Gold dropped to the floor.

He jumped up violently, his Martial Soul instantly possessing his body as six soul rings swirled and pulsed beneath his feet.

However, when he saw the dark green figure standing at the doorway and the nine soul rings slowly rising from beneath those feet, all his rage instantly turned into a bone-chilling cold.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.

Nine rings!

A Title Douluo?!

Miles's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind:

"Your... Your Excellency... I do not know which Elder has graced us with their presence?

Your subordinate, Miles, failed to welcome you properly..."

Dugu Bo walked slowly into the room with his hands behind his back, the terrifying pressure weighing down on Miles like a mountain, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Miles?

So you are the one who has been lording over Gengxin City and oppressing the Blacksmith Association?"

Dugu Bo asked coldly.

Cold sweat streamed down Miles's face as he hurriedly defended himself:

"Your Excellency, please see clearly!

Your subordinate was only... only collecting resources for Martial Soul Hall!

This is all for the sake of His Holiness the Pope!"

"Using the Pope to pressure me?"

A cold glint flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes as he sneered:

"What a pity, the thing I hate most is Martial Soul Hall's habit of using power to bully others."

"Remember, the one who kills you is named Dugu Bo."

"Poi... Poison Douluo?!"

Miles's pupils shrank to pinpricks as he shrieked in despair:

"No!

You cannot kill me!

I am a bishop of the Martial Soul Hall!

If you kill me, His Holiness the Pope will never let you off!!"

"Noisy."

Dugu Bo couldn't be bothered to listen to any more nonsense and flicked his finger lightly.

A strand of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison shot instantly into the center of Miles's forehead.

Miles's scream cut off abruptly; his entire body stiffened instantly, and his skin rapidly turned green, then black.

Finally, he withered into a shriveled corpse and collapsed straight to the floor.

"Yan Yan, search."

Dugu Bo didn't even glance at the corpse, turning instead to Dugu Yan:

"Take everything of value here, especially the rare metals.

Senior Yu Nan said this is our welcoming gift for Lou Gao."

"Understood."

Dugu Yan moved with agility, heading straight for the secret compartments and safes within the office.

Under the scan of Yu Nan's spiritual power, there was nowhere for Miles to hide his treasures.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

The entire Martial Soul Main Hall had been ransacked; aside from Miles's corpse, not even a single Gold Soul Coin remained.

Furthermore.

To eliminate the evidence.

Dugu Bo specifically took out a large iron hammer he had prepared beforehand.

Channeling his soul power, he brought the hammer down, turning the entire Martial Soul Main Hall into ruins.

He even left a deliberate message:

'Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao was here!'

This was also an idea provided by Yu Nan.

Over the past few years.

The number of Martial Soul Halls Tang Hao had destroyed across the Douluo Continent was not small.

Splashing the dirty water onto Tang Hao.

The effect was quite excellent.

Gengxin City, Blacksmith Association Headquarters.

This magnificent building was situated in the very center of the city, towering into the clouds, cast entirely from black iron and exuding an atmosphere of heaviness and antiquity.

Although it lacked the gilded splendor of the Martial Soul Hall, the sense of resilience and power unique to craftsmen made it impossible for anyone to underestimate.

At this moment, two figures draped in wide black robes stood before the main entrance of the headquarters.

They were none other than Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan, having just finished their "good deed."

"Halt! This is the Blacksmith Association Headquarters; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter!"

Two burly guards at the entrance blocked their path, speaking in muffled, gruff voices.

Dugu Bo did not speak, merely tossing a token forward with a casual flick of his hand.

The token was entirely emerald green, carved with a lifelike venomous snake, and radiated a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

The guard caught the token and took one look, his expression changing instantly.

Although they did not recognize the specific origin of this token, the powerful fluctuations of soul power contained within it were clearly no ordinary item!

"We wish to see Lou Gao."

A hoarse voice emerged from beneath the black robe, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The guards exchanged glances and, not daring to delay, hurriedly bowed respectfully:

"Please wait a moment, my lords, I shall go inform the President at once!"

Top floor, President's office.

Lou Gao was hunched over a massive desk, frowning in distress at a complex blueprint.

This old man, hailed as a master craftsman, had hair and a beard as white as snow, yet his spirit remained vigorous, and those calloused hands of his were as steady and powerful as ever.

"President!"

"Two figures in black robes are outside requesting an audience, saying they... wish to present you with a grand gift."

A disciple hurried in to report.

"A grand gift?"

Lou Gao did not even look up, waving his hand with a hint of impatience:

"Not seeing them, not seeing them!"

"Can't you see the old man is busy? What kind of grand gift could possibly be more important than this blueprint of mine?"

"But... they are holding a very strange token, and the aura they exude is incredibly strong..."

The disciple hesitated.