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Dugu Bo was blasted into the rolling Seven-colored Poison Mist below by Ying Yue's strike like a ragged sack. The searing pain and cold nearly suffocated him.

He struggled to raise his head, looking through his torn clothes and the frozen blood toward the Frost Phoenix slowly descending, as well as the youth on its back holding a breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms.

Ling Han held Xue Qinglan as they landed steadily.

He did not immediately head toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Dugu Bo, who was in a wretched state, his eyes filled with shock, humiliation, and disbelief.

His gaze was calm and unruffled, yet it carried a condescending scrutiny, as though he were looking at an object awaiting disposal.

"How is it, Dugu Bo?"

Ling Han's voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced the valley's silence like an Ice Cone drilling into Dugu Bo's eardrums.

"Have you seen reality for what it is? Or rather... have you accepted your fate?"

A raspy wheezing sound came from Dugu Bo's throat. The agony made speaking exceptionally difficult, but his emerald snake eyes remained fixed on Ling Han, filled with extreme unwillingness and an almost mad desire to uncover the truth.

"Y-you... who exactly are you?!"

He snarled hoarsely, his voice warped by pain and emotion.

"There has never been a force like this on the continent!"

"And I have never heard of someone like you!"

The corner of Ling Han's lips curved into an exceedingly faint smile, one filled with unfathomable meaning.

The arm around Xue Qinglan remained steady, as though Dugu Bo's questioning was no more than dust in the wind.

"As for where I come from..."

Ling Han's voice carried an aloof indifference.

"That is not something you need to know."

"You only need to understand one thing: I am here to save you."

"Save me?"

Dugu Bo seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. It pulled at his wounds, making him suck in a sharp breath. His eyes were full of mockery and disbelief.

"You? A... brat like you?"

"How dare you!"

A furious roar, like erupting magma, suddenly exploded through the air!

Long Chen stepped forward, and the rock beneath his feet instantly melted into dark-red magma!

A violent, blazing aura surged skyward as the phantom of the Blazing Saint Dragon roared into existence behind him!

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

Nine terrifying Soul Rings lit up like nine scorching suns!

The ominous blood-red glow symbolizing a 100,000-year Soul Ring instantly stabbed into Dugu Bo's eyes!

"You, a mere level ninety-one Titled Douluo, dare speak so disrespectfully to my young master?!"

Long Chen's voice boomed like rolling thunder, carrying fury that could burn everything to ash.

"For my young master to let you submit is already giving you face! Don't be so damn ungrateful!"

Almost the instant Long Chen erupted, the cold air around Xue Qinglan abruptly intensified. Icy-blue radiance cast her in the likeness of a goddess of ice and snow.

A clear phoenix cry rang throughout the valley as the immense phantom of the Extreme Ice Phoenix gracefully and majestically spread its wings behind her!

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

The same nine Soul Rings, the same blood-red radiance of a 100,000-year Soul Ring, stood in opposition to Long Chen's blazing aura, illuminating the entire valley in intertwined ice and fire!

She said nothing, but her ultimate chill and pressure formed an invisible prison of ice that locked onto every trace of life within Dugu Bo!

Meanwhile, Ying Yue appeared soundlessly like a ghost a short distance behind and to Dugu Bo's side.

There was no roar, no eruption of light or shadow—only a concentrated, soul-rendingly sharp killing intent descending in an instant!

The phantom of the Azure Shadow Wolf Emperor flashed behind him before vanishing, bringing with it a suffocating primal ferocity!

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

Nine Soul Rings hovered silently. That streak of blood-red was not flamboyant, yet it was like a blade suspended behind Dugu Bo's neck, cold enough to pierce the bone!

The terrifying pressure of three Super Douluo, carrying the peerless ferocity of three 100,000-year Soul Rings, crashed down upon Dugu Bo like three invisible mountain peaks!

The air seemed to freeze, and even the rolling Seven-colored Poison Mist was forcibly suppressed by those three powers, becoming sluggish!

Dugu Bo's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints!

"Three... three Super Douluo?!"

"Three... 100,000-year Soul Rings?!"

The shock in his heart swept away every thought like a tsunami!

Ying Yue's strike had severely wounded him earlier. He knew the opponent was powerful, but he had not clearly seen his Soul Ring Configuration (he had been beaten down the entire time and had no chance to notice).

Now, the three Super Douluo released without reservation that despairing Soul Ring Configuration—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!

Especially that blood-red ninth ring, the symbol of absolute strength and status!

This was something no ordinary Titled Douluo could possess!

What shook him even more was that these three unfathomably powerful Super Douluo, all possessing 100,000-year Soul Rings, actually addressed that youth as "young master"!

Moreover, their words and demeanor were filled with absolute reverence and devotion!

Young master?!

What exactly is his identity?!

How could he command such loyalty from three Super Douluo with 100,000-year Soul Rings?!

Could he be... could he be the hidden, peerless heir of the Upper Three Sects? Or... the descendant of some legendary hidden deity?!

Dugu Bo's heart churned like a stormy sea. His previous mockery and disdain were instantly crushed to pieces, leaving behind only boundless terror and disbelief.

He finally realized that what he faced was absolutely not some simple "brat," but a mysterious figure backed by a terrifying force powerful enough to overturn the continent's understanding!

Ling Han looked at Dugu Bo, who was nearly unable to breathe beneath the pressure of the three Super Douluo, his face pale as paper.

He waved his hand, and only then did the pressure of the three Super Douluo vanish. Ling Han's voice remained calm, but it now carried an even deeper authority.

"Me."

Ling Han's tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Because I can see at a glance the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor backlash poison that has seeped into your bones and torments you day and night!"

"Because I know that every rainy night, you suffer as though countless ants are gnawing at your heart, wishing you were dead!"

"Because I know even more clearly that the serpent poison lurking within your precious granddaughter, Dugu Yan, has long begun eroding her heart meridians!"

"If there is no cure, then within ten years, in the prime of her life, she will endure torment a hundred times worse than yours before the poison pierces her heart and takes her life!"

Every word was like an icy chisel smashing ruthlessly against Dugu Bo's mental defenses!

The expression on his face was no longer mockery. It had become complete terror and despair.

Ling Han's description of his own poison wounds was perfectly accurate!

And when he mentioned Dugu Yan... she was the softest part of his heart, and also the thing he feared most!

The hidden danger within Yan Yan's body was his greatest source of anguish!

Ling Han not only knew about it, but had directly stated that cruel outcome—ten years, poison piercing her heart!

Dugu Bo's body began to tremble violently, not from his wounds, but from bone-deep fear and despair for the future.