Dugu Bo's Shock, an Eighteen-Year-Old Soul Sage?! Lan, Vanished!

Dugu Bo's words were like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

The first to react was Dugu Yan, who had just recovered from her shame and anger.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?!"

She stomped her foot, splashing water everywhere, her pretty face flushed red, unsure if it was from anger or shame.

This coquettish display held a deeper meaning in Dugu Bo's eyes.

He was a man of great experience, wise with age. He knew exactly what his granddaughter was up to just by the way she stomped her foot.

This girl, while shouting about killing someone, likely had some different thoughts in her heart.

She was experiencing her first love, still confused about it herself.

Dugu Bo's thoughts raced.

If this kid truly possessed such heaven-defying talent, marrying into the Dugu family wouldn't be impossible.

His three moves were no joke.

Let alone a mere eighteen-year-old soul master, even an ordinary Titled Douluo wouldn't dare claim they could retreat unharmed!

The kid before him looked to be around eighteen years old by bone age.

If he could truly withstand them, becoming a Titled Douluo in the future would be a sure thing.

At that point, it would be the Dugu family who would be the ones seeking a connection.

On the shore, Ye Lingling's beautiful eyes were filled with worry and disbelief.

She looked at the figure in the sky, like a deity, and then at the lone youth by the lake.

How could anyone withstand three moves from a Titled Douluo?

Even Dugu Yan herself, after a brief moment of annoyance, felt a strange emotion rise within her.

She certainly didn't believe Lan could withstand her grandfather's three moves.

But for some reason, her heart held a faint... anticipation? One she was unwilling to admit.

What if?

As soon as this thought surfaced, she quickly suppressed it.

The lakeside fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

All eyes were focused on the youth who, from beginning to end, hadn't even blinked an extra time.

Lan knew this battle was unavoidable.

The dignity of a Titled Douluo could not be challenged.

Moreover...

A rare spark of fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

Having emerged from the Far North, he had never truly fought with all his might.

"What's wrong with fighting you?"

Lan's voice was calm, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I also want to know how strong I am right now."

This composure caused Dugu Bo to slightly startle, his eyes filled with even more amusement.

Good kid, he had guts!

However, Lan's next words instantly dropped the atmosphere to freezing point.

His calm gaze swept lightly over Dugu Yan, who was drenched not far away.

"As for your granddaughter,"

"Forget it."

Boom!

Something in Dugu Yan's mind seemed to explode.

The anger that had just been forcibly suppressed flared up again, burning even hotter than before!

What did he mean... forget it?

Those three words were more insulting than the slap she had just received!

"You stop right there!"

Dugu Yan no longer cared about her disheveled state. She puffed out her chest, and though her clothes were soaked, her curves were revealed, exuding a sense of defiance.

"What do you mean 'forget it'?"

"I have looks and I have a figure, what right do you have to look down on me!"

Facing Dugu Yan's questioning, Lan couldn't even be bothered to give her a glance.

To him, this kind of meaningless clamor was not even as interesting as the ripples on the lake.

He simply raised his head, gazing at the figure suspended in mid-air, radiating a terrifying pressure.

The next moment.

Hum--!

A surge of spirit power, far exceeding that of a Spirit Emperor, erupted suddenly from within Lan!

A terrifying wave of air swept out from his center, blowing the lake water into walls several meters high, forcing Ye Lingling on the shore to retreat several steps under the sheer force of his aura.

Immediately following, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, Lan's feet slowly left the ground.

Ascending!

He was actually flying just like that!

"..."

Dugu Yan, who had been burning with rage a second ago, now looked as if someone had grabbed her by the throat, all sound stuck in her windpipe.

Her beautiful emerald eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

She raised a hand, pointing at the youth in mid-air who was confronting her grandfather from afar.

"Lingling, look... look quickly..."

"He... he can fly?!"

Ye Lingling, standing on the shore, had eyes filled with shock; she swallowed subconsciously and spat out a few words.

"A Spirit Saint... an eighteen-year-old Spirit Saint!"

"How is this possible!!!"

In mid-air.

Dugu Bo, who had been stroking his beard with the air of an expert, suddenly froze.

Snap.

Several strands of his meticulously groomed beard were actually torn out by his own hand.

"This brat..."

Dugu Bo drew a sharp breath.

"He is a Spirit Saint!"

His seasoned, sharp eyes were instantly replaced by a burning intensity!

Good lad! Truly an astonishing little monster!

An eighteen-year-old Spirit Saint!

This was no longer just a genius; this was a monster! A freak of nature!

He looked at Lan as if he were gazing upon a rare, priceless treasure.

"Hahaha, good! Very good!"

Dugu Bo suddenly burst into laughter, his previous air of dignity vanishing completely.

"Brat, if you're willing, let's skip these three moves!"

"I'll make the call today and marry Yanyan off to you directly!"

This sudden change left both girls on the shore stunned.

Dugu Yan, in particular, stood rooted to the spot, forgetting even to retort.

She was still completely immersed in the massive shock brought by the fact that Lan was a Spirit Saint.

Eighteen years old...

He was clearly around the same age as her.

But what about herself? She had only just broken through to level forty-one not long ago, and had been smug about it, priding herself as a favored daughter of heaven.

Yet today, compared to the person before her...

Her own talent was practically a joke.

There is always someone better, and a sky beyond the sky.

In this moment, the ridiculous pride in Dugu Yan's heart was shattered into pieces.

However, facing the olive branch thrown by a Titled Douluo, Lan simply shook his head calmly.

"No need."

"The fight must still go on."

The smile on Dugu Bo's face faltered slightly.

He understood.

For a monster whose pride is carved into his very bones, gentleness and promises are useless.

Only absolute power can beat him into total submission!

Let him know that between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Saint lies an insurmountable chasm!

Thinking of this, the appreciation in Dugu Bo's eyes transformed into pure battle intent.

"Good! You have backbone!"

"Then take three moves from me!"

As the words fell, Dugu Bo held nothing back!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine soul rings rose thunderously from beneath his feet, and the true pressure belonging to a Titled Douluo shrouded the entire lake like the sky collapsing!

"Sixth Soul Skill, Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison!"

The sixth black ten-thousand-year soul ring on Dugu Bo's body suddenly lit up!

In an instant, ink-green poisonous mist surged madly from his body, condensing in mid-air into a massive, hundred-meter-long phantom of a serpent emperor!

The serpent emperor opened its blood-red maw, carrying a poison capable of corroding all things, and lunged straight at Lan!

Facing this world-destroying strike, Lan's expression remained as calm as an ancient well.

"Submerge."

The moment the word fell.

Lan's figure simply vanished into thin air!

Without a single sign, as if he had been erased by space itself.

BOOM--!

The massive Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor missed its mark, slamming violently into the lake surface; the entire lake instantly boiled, and ink-green venom splattered everywhere, corroding the surrounding vegetation into nothingness.

The smoke cleared.

On the lake, only Dugu Bo remained.

Lan had vanished.