Beat Yu Xiaogang, Kick Poison Douluo!

The phantom of the massive Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor coiled in mid-air, flicking its scarlet tongue.

A terrifying, toxic barrier sealed off the entire first floor of the Listening Rain Pavilion, filling the air with a suffocating, fishy sweetness.

The crowd in the main hall was pressed down until they could barely breathe, retreating to the corners of the room with expressions of terror.

"It's over. As sharp-tongued as Mr. Su is, how could he possibly provoke a fiend like Poison Douluo?"

"Indeed, that is a Title Douluo! Even if Mr. Su is a hidden master, how could he possibly contend with the innate lethal poison of Senior Dugu?"

"He has truly poked a hornet's nest this time..."

For a moment, many of the listeners shook their heads and sighed, their eyes filled with pity.

In their view, having offended a Title Douluo, the storyteller would surely be unable to escape today and was destined to melt into a puddle of pus.

Meanwhile, in the lounge upstairs.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been so angered by Su Chen that he nearly fainted, suddenly snapped back to his senses upon feeling the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo downstairs.

When he saw that the one attacking was none other than Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, and that he was doing so to stand up for Tang San, a flash of wild joy instantly surged across Yu Xiaogang's stiff, aged face.

He then straightened his back, his confidence fully restored.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, looking down at Su Chen in the grand armchair with a sneer:

"Su Chen, do you see?"

"This is the price for offending the two of us!"

"On this Douluo Continent, without strength, even your silver tongue will only lead you to a dead end!"

Having said this, Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back, putting on an air of magnanimity:

"However, I consider you a rare talent in theory."

"I will give you one last chance."

"As long as you are willing to kneel and kowtow to take me as your master, I shall set aside my pride and plead with Poison Douluo to spare your life!"

"This is your only path to survival, so do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's arrogant words and watching the menacing Dugu Bo downstairs, Su Chen did not even make a move to stand up.

He sat composed in the grand armchair, his eyes calm, without a single ripple of emotion.

"Spare my life?"

Su Chen's voice drifted out slowly; it was not loud, yet it fell clearly into the ears of everyone present.

"Within this Listening Rain Pavilion, I am the law."

"Never mind a mere snake-playing Title Douluo."

"Even if the gods themselves descended from the heavens today, if they dared to break my rules, they would have to coil up and behave!"

As these words were spoken, the entire hall erupted in an uproar.

He was at death's door and still dared to be so stubborn?

He wasn't even afraid of the gods? This was far too arrogant!

For a moment, everyone in the hall widened their eyes, assuming Su Chen had been frightened out of his wits by the pressure of the Title Douluo and was spouting nonsense.

Downstairs, Dugu Bo heard these words and laughed in his extreme rage.

"What an arrogant, wet-behind-the-ears brat!"

"Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!"

BOOM!

In an instant, Dugu Bo's ninth spirit ring suddenly flared, and the giant Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor opened its blood-red maw.

The next second, a pale green pillar of poison capable of melting city walls surged forth with the force of total destruction, heading straight for Su Chen on the second floor!

Seeing that the terrifying toxic pillar was about to swallow Su Chen whole, Yu Xiaogang scrambled into a corner, terrified of being caught in the splash of the lethal poison, while inwardly sneering that the storyteller truly did not know how to value his own life.

Yet, facing this enraged strike from a Title Douluo, Su Chen merely raised his right hand slowly.

Following this, a brilliant, golden essence blood erupted from within his body!

Blood Moving Realm!

The terrifying strength of a hundred thousand jin in a single arm, combined with that supreme, masculine golden essence blood, instantly condensed in Su Chen's palm.

"Noisy."

Su Chen flicked his sleeve with extreme nonchalance.

RUMBLE!

He did not use a shred of spirit power; the sheer gale force generated by his pure physical strength acted like a scythe through grass, instantly shattering the sky-filling pale green toxic pillar!

The toxic mist could not even touch the hem of Su Chen's clothes before it was reduced to nothingness by the force of his supreme, masculine essence blood!

"What?!"

Dugu Bo's eyes bulged, a stormy sea of shock instantly churning within his heart.

How could this be!

Before he could even react.

Swish!

Su Chen's figure blurred, directly traversing the void to appear in mid-air like a ghost.

Following that, a large hand glowing with a faint golden light pierced straight through the phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor and clamped firmly onto Dugu Bo's throat!

The dignified level-ninety-two Poison Douluo was held aloft in Su Chen's grip like a mere chick, without even the slightest room to resist.

"You..."

Dugu Bo's face was filled with horror, and deep, thick fear finally surged within those dark green vertical pupils.

He felt that what was gripping him was not a human hand, but an immovable primordial divine mountain!

In the face of this terrifying, immense strength, the soul power within his body was suppressed so tightly that he couldn't mobilize even a single shred of it!

"With this amateurish poison, you dare to show your face?"

Su Chen's gaze was cold as he looked at the Title Douluo in his hand, who was no more than an ant to him, and his right hand exerted sudden force.

"Go down and keep that trash company."

Bang!

With a casual flick from Su Chen.

Dugu Bo was smashed down from mid-air, slamming heavily into the floorboards beside Tang San and creating another massive crater.

"Pfft!"

Inside the crater, Dugu Bo spat out a large mouthful of blood, his Martial Soul Avatar shattered instantly, and he passed out on the spot.

Having dealt with Dugu Bo, Su Chen slowly turned his head to look toward the corner of the second floor.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang had been completely terrified out of his wits by the scene before him.

He stared fixedly at the Poison Douluo in the crater below, his legs shaking like a sieve, and a puddle of yellow liquid even began to seep from his crotch.

Slapping away a Title Douluo's attack with one palm? Smashing the Poison Douluo into unconsciousness like a dead dog with one hand?

This was supposed to be an ordinary person without soul power?

"You... don't come over here!"

Seeing Su Chen cast his gaze toward him, Yu Xiaogang retreated repeatedly in terror, his voice laced with a sob.

Su Chen frowned, his face full of disgust.

He didn't even bother to use his hands, simply kicking out through the air.

Bang!

Before Yu Xiaogang could even let out a scream, he rolled down from the hole in the second floor like a tumbling gourd.

He then landed with pinpoint accuracy right on top of Tang San and Dugu Bo.

The master and disciple, plus the Poison Douluo, were stacked neatly together, lying unconscious in the center of the lobby.

After all this was done, the lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the peerless youth in white on the second floor as if he were a monster, their scalps tingling.

One-shotting a Title Douluo!

This strength was truly comparable to a god descending to the mortal realm!

Who was it that said he was a dead man earlier? When he said he didn't even fear the gods, it turned out he wasn't boasting at all—he was simply stating a fact!

Yet, Su Chen acted as if nothing had happened.

He walked slowly back to his room and sat down once more on the grand armchair.

Then, he closed his eyes and recited silently in his heart:

"System, begin calculating today's storytelling rewards."

[Ding! Today's storytelling has concluded. Popularity points are currently being tallied...]