The Terrifying Su Yun Tao

Yang Wudi was dumbstruck upon hearing the name Bibi Dong.

"I say, little monster, how can your tongue be so sharp! Are you doing this just to disgust me on purpose?"

Su Yun Tao smiled. "Old Yang, you cannot deny that what I said is the truth."

Yang Wudi was left speechless by the retort; what Su Yun Tao said was indeed flawless, as the Death Spider Emperor martial soul of Bibi Dong was indeed a cut above the Jade Scale Snake Emperor of Dugu Bo.

As night fell, Dugu Bo threw a grand banquet to celebrate the successful refinement of the detoxification pill.

The manor bestowed upon him by the Heaven Dou Emperor was brightly lit, and servants moved in an orderly fashion, setting out all manner of exquisite dishes.

After dismissing the servants, the three friends of different generations—Dugu Bo, Su Yun Tao, and Yang Wudi—drank fine wine and enjoyed the various delicacies, truly having a wonderful time.

"Little monster, what exactly is your soul power level? The artifact you carry that conceals your aura is truly extraordinary; even with my strength as a Titled Douluo, I cannot see through it!" Dugu Bo asked curiously.

"Oh? Old Poison, do you really want to know?"

"That goes without saying. I just want to see exactly how monstrous you, this little monster, really are."

"That's right!" Yang Wudi chimed in. "Although you claimed to be level fifty-one at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I always felt you were hiding something. With a top-tier artifact masking your fluctuations, your soul power must be at least level fifty-three or fifty-four."

Su Yun Tao smiled slightly. "Old Poison, Old Yang, why don't you guess what my level really is?"

Yang Wudi furrowed his brows. "Little monster, I think you should be at level fifty-four."

Dugu Bo spoke up, "I think the little monster is beyond that level; I suspect it is between fifty-five and fifty-six."

A smile touched the corners of Su Yun Tao's mouth, and then a wave of soul power, no weaker than that of Yang Wudi or Dugu Bo, erupted.

In an instant, the room fell silent. In the brightly lit living room, the expressions of Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi froze completely. Their gazes went dull, their chests heaved, their mouths hung open wide enough to fit several eggs, and even their bodies trembled slightly.

After a long while, Dugu Bo stood up and grabbed Su Yun Tao's wrist. At that very moment, Dugu Bo's pupils contracted violently.

"Level sixty! A fourteen-year-old at level sixty!" Dugu Bo gasped for air, struggling to control his body.

Yang Wudi trembled as well. He couldn't help but stand up, and upon confirming this shocking fact, his mind went blank, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

Su Yun Tao smiled. "Old Poison, Old Yang, with your strength and experience, surely it isn't that shocking?"

Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi looked at each other, speechless and on the verge of tears.

"Little monster!" Dugu Bo laughed bitterly. "Fourteen years old and level sixty, do you have any idea what that means? Such a monster has never appeared in the Douluo Continent in ten thousand years. I truly don't know how to describe you; even the word 'evildoer' doesn't do you justice!"

Yang Wudi sighed, "Little monster, when I was your age, I had only just broken through to level thirty. If this news of a fourteen-year-old at level sixty reaches the outside world, the entire continent will go mad for you!"

Su Yun Tao said calmly, "Actually, my natural talent isn't that great. It was with the help of external forces that I reached this point."

Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi nearly coughed up blood upon hearing this.

"Little monster, if you call that 'not great' talent, then what are we? One of us is a Titled Douluo, the other a Spirit Douluo, but compared to you, our talent is worth less than dog excrement."

Su Yun Tao sighed. "Old Poison, Old Yang, in truth, my talent is indeed far inferior to yours."

"Hmph! Little monster, you are twisting the knife now. A fourteen-year-old with level sixty soul power acting all modest here—isn't this just intentionally trying to disgust us?"

"Alright, Old Poison, Old Yang, let's continue drinking and speak no more of this."

"Sigh!" Dugu Bo lamented, doubting his own life. "With such a monster as you, the current younger generation of the Douluo Continent is going to be completely crushed."

Yang Wudi nodded. "The previous generation of youths already made our generation feel ashamed, and now a monster like you has appeared. Truly, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"

Su Yun Tao smiled. "The previous generation's Tang Hao and Bibi Dong were indeed formidable, but I do have some confidence that I can surpass them now."

Dugu Bo laughed bitterly. "Little monster, don't be modest. With your talent, even Pope Bibi Dong is far inferior to you. I suspect that every young spirit master in this Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament will become a stepping stone beneath your feet."

"No matter how excellent, powerful, or diligent they are, they are destined only to serve as a backdrop for you!"

Su Yun Tao smiled. "Old Poison, for me, participating in the Spirit Master Elite Tournament doesn't really have much meaning. I have no interest in seeking fame."

Dugu Bo nodded. "That is also true. Although the rewards for the tournament are indeed generous, choosing to hide one's light is a very wise choice. Being too conspicuous is destined to invite prying eyes."

Wait! Su Yun Tao remembered the tournament four years later. The prizes for that event seemed to include three ten-thousand-year soul bones, and the highest quality one was even a rare Mental-type Head Wisdom Soul Bone over fifty thousand years old.

"Old Poison, actually, I think it would be better for me to participate in this Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament."

Dugu Bo asked suspiciously, "Little monster, didn't you just say you didn't want to participate and had no interest in seeking fame?"

Su Yun Tao said calmly, "I've changed my mind; I want to participate now."

"Pfft!" Yang Wudi's face turned red as he coughed repeatedly, clearly having been choked by his drink.

"Little monster, you are far too direct," Dugu Bo said, his expression twitching.

Over the past three months, Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi had been quite stunned by Su Yun Tao's speaking style, which seemed to come from another dimension.

Su Yun Tao said casually, "Old Poison, you know what kind of person I am. Look at you and Old Yang—aren't you quite happy now?"

"That is true." Dugu Bo and Yang Wudi had to admit that sometimes Su Yun Tao's way of speaking was indeed interesting.

"Since that's the case, why don't you just hang your name at an advanced spirit master academy, and four years from now, crush that so-called Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall to vent some frustration for me?"

Su Yun Tao nodded. "Old Poison, that is exactly my intention. Since you are a guest elder of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, having you as an intermediary will make things much easier."

"In that case, what do you think of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

Su Yun Tao shook his head. "I have no interest."

Dugu Bo continued, "The Heaven Dou Royal Academy is indeed in a state of decay. Although it is known as the number one spirit master academy in the Heaven Dou Empire, it became a laughingstock in the last tournament."