A gigantic phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor coiled in midair, its scarlet tongue flicking out.
A terrifying miasma of poison sealed off the entire first floor of Listening Rain Pavilion. The air was thick with a suffocatingly sweet, foul stench.
The people in the hall could barely breathe under the pressure. Their faces filled with terror as they hurriedly retreated to the corners.
"It's over. Mr. Su may be quick with his words, but how did he manage to provoke Poison Douluo, that harbinger of doom?"
"Exactly! That's a Titled Douluo! Even if Mr. Su is a hidden master, how could he possibly stand against Senior Dugu's deadly poison?"
"This time, he's really stirred up a hornet's nest..."
For a moment, many of the listeners could only shake their heads and sigh, their eyes filled with regret.
In their eyes, after offending a Titled Douluo, the Storyteller would have no chance of escape today. He was doomed to melt into a puddle of pus.
Meanwhile, in the upstairs lounge.
Yu Xiaogang, who had nearly passed out from rage at Su Chen, felt the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo coming from downstairs and suddenly snapped out of it.
When he saw that the one attacking downstairs was Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, and that he had come to stand up for Tang San, a wild delight instantly spread across Yu Xiaogang's rigid old face.
Then he straightened his back, his confidence returning.
Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked down at Su Chen, who was seated in a grand armchair. He sneered repeatedly.
"Su Chen, do you see?"
"This is what happens when you offend my master and me!"
"In Douluo Continent, without strength, even if you're eloquent, you're still doomed!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, putting on an air of magnanimity.
"Still, I consider you a rare talent in theory."
"I'll give you one last chance."
"If you're willing to kneel, kowtow, and take me as your master, I'll put my old face on the line and ask Poison Douluo to spare your life!"
"This is your only way out. Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's shameless words and seeing Dugu Bo's menacing presence downstairs, Su Chen didn't even seem inclined to get up.
He sat in the grand armchair, his gaze so calm it didn't ripple in the slightest.
"Spare my life?"
Su Chen's voice drifted through the room, unhurried and quiet, yet clearly reaching every ear.
"Here in Listening Rain Pavilion, I make the rules."
"Forget some mere Titled Douluo who plays with snakes."
"Even if the gods descended from the heavens today, anyone who dares break my rules will have to curl up and behave!"
The moment he said this, the entire hall erupted.
He was on the brink of death and still dared to talk tough?
He wasn't even afraid of the gods? How arrogant could he be?
The people in the hall stared wide-eyed. They all thought Su Chen had been scared witless by the pressure of the Titled Douluo and was babbling nonsense.
Downstairs, Dugu Bo heard him and laughed in a fit of fury.
"What a cocky little brat!"
"Since you're asking to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Boom!
In an instant, the ninth Soul Ring on Dugu Bo's body blazed to life, and the giant Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor opened its enormous jaws.
The next moment, a miserable-green pillar of poison, powerful enough to melt a city wall, surged toward Su Chen on the second floor with the force to destroy everything!
The terrifying pillar of poison was about to engulf Su Chen.
Yu Xiaogang beside him was so terrified that he scrambled into a corner, afraid of being caught in the poison. He sneered inwardly, thinking that the Storyteller really had no idea he was courting death.
Faced with the Titled Douluo's furious strike, Su Chen merely raised his right hand.
A dazzling golden tide of blood and qi suddenly burst from his body!
Blood Moving Realm!
The terrifying strength of a hundred thousand jin in one arm, combined with the golden blood and qi that embodied pure yang, gathered in Su Chen's palm in an instant.
"Quiet."
Su Chen casually flicked his sleeve.
Rumble!
He hadn't used any Soul Power at all. The terrifying gale raised by nothing but his pure physical strength swept through like a wrecking force, instantly smashing the sea of miserable-green poison apart!
The poison didn't even touch the hem of Su Chen's clothes. Under the force of his pure yang blood and qi, it vanished into nothingness!
"What?!"
Dugu Bo's eyes bulged, and a storm of shock surged through his heart.
How was this possible?!
Before he could react—
Whoosh!
Su Chen's figure blurred. He crossed the void and appeared in midair like a ghost.
Then a large hand shimmering with faint golden light pierced straight through the phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor and clamped around Dugu Bo's neck!
The mighty Poison Douluo, a level ninety-two expert, dangled in Su Chen's grasp like a little chick, utterly incapable of resisting.
"You..."
Dugu Bo's face was full of shock. Terror finally surged into his dark green, slit-pupiled eyes.
The hand gripping him didn't feel human at all. It felt like an immovable Primordial Divine Mountain!
Faced with that terrifying force, the Soul Power in his body was completely suppressed. He couldn't muster even the slightest bit!
"You dare show off that pitiful, amateur poison of yours?"
Su Chen's gaze was icy as he looked at the Titled Douluo in his hand, who was as insignificant as an ant. His right hand suddenly tightened.
"Go keep that good-for-nothing company."
Bang!
With a casual swing from Su Chen, Dugu Bo was hurled out of the air and smashed into the floor beside Tang San, leaving another enormous crater.
"Pfft!"
In the crater, Dugu Bo spat out a great mouthful of blood. The Martial Soul Avatar behind him shattered instantly, and he passed out on the spot.
After dealing with Dugu Bo, Su Chen slowly turned his head toward the corner on the second floor.
Yu Xiaogang had been completely stunned by what he'd just witnessed.
He stared at Poison Douluo in the crater on the first floor. His legs shook like a sieve, and a patch of yellowish liquid had even begun to seep into his pants.
He'd slapped away a Titled Douluo's attack and knocked Poison Douluo out with one hand, like a dead dog?
Was this the same ordinary person with no Soul Power?
"Y-you, don't come any closer!"
When Su Chen turned his gaze on him, Yu Xiaogang stumbled backward in terror, his voice breaking into a sob.
Su Chen frowned in disgust.
He couldn't even be bothered to lift a hand. He simply kicked out into the air.
Bang!
Yu Xiaogang didn't even get the chance to scream. He rolled down through the hole in the second floor like a tumbleweed.
Then he landed squarely on top of Tang San and Dugu Bo.
The master and disciple, along with Poison Douluo, ended up stacked neatly on top of one another, unconscious in the middle of the hall.
After all that, silence fell over the hall.
Everyone stared at the peerlessly handsome young man in white on the second floor as if he were a monster, their scalps tingling.
He'd taken out a Titled Douluo in one move!
That strength was practically on par with a god descending from the heavens!
Who had just said he was doomed? When he said he wasn't afraid of the gods, he hadn't been boasting at all. He'd been stating a fact!
Su Chen acted as if nothing had happened.
He slowly returned to his room and sat back down in the grand armchair.
Then he closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart:
"System, begin tallying today's storytelling rewards."
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