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Under the double blow of the three Super Douluos' blood-red soul rings and Ling Han's cruel prophecy, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Ling Han took in Dugu Bo's reaction, his voice slowing, yet carrying even greater piercing force and temptation:

"Submit to me, Dugu Bo."

"Submit, and I can cure your poison."

"The backlash that has seeped into your bones?"

"In my eyes, it is nothing more than a minor ailment."

"And as long as you submit, I can also cure your granddaughter Dugu Yan's poison."

"Not only can I cure it, I can completely remove the hidden danger, allowing her to live free of worry and enjoy the long life and promising talent she should have had."

Ling Han looked down slightly at Dugu Bo on the ground. The aura of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor carried a trace of pity, yet was incomparably cold:

"You may not care about your own life or death."

"You, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, have been proud and unruly your entire life. Perhaps you have long regarded life and death as beneath your notice. But..."

Ling Han's voice suddenly grew heavier, like a sledgehammer striking down:

"But do you not care about your only granddaughter?"

"Can you bear to watch her flower-like life be devoured bit by bit by deadly poison before your very eyes, until she finally withers amid endless pain?"

"Can you bear to let her follow your old path, tortured by poison for an entire lifetime?"

"Perhaps... leave this world even earlier than you?!"

"Dugu Bo!"

Ling Han's voice was like a final judgment. "I am not giving you much time. Think it over carefully—think about Dugu Yan!"

"Think about the day when you, white-haired, must send off your black-haired granddaughter!"

"That will be a pain and regret you will never be able to bear for the rest of your life!"

"Now, an opportunity to save her—and to save yourself—is right before you!"

"Submit to me. Hand over the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and exchange it for a new life for you and your granddaughter!"

Ling Han's words were like the sharpest Ice Cones, precisely piercing the strongest fortress in Dugu Bo's heart—his love for and fear concerning his granddaughter.

The future Ling Han described was too cruel, yet incomparably real. It was precisely the nightmare Dugu Bo most dared not face deep within his heart!

Dugu Bo's body went completely rigid. Within his jade-green serpent pupils, struggle, humiliation, unwillingness, anger... all kinds of emotions surged wildly. Yet in the end, they were all drowned by the immense fear and despair he felt for his granddaughter's future.

Why had he guarded the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?

Was it not to search for a way to possibly cure himself and Yan Yan?

Now, a youth served by three Super Douluos, mysterious and unfathomable, who had exposed all his secrets in a single breath, had made him a clear promise... though it was humiliating.

But... the promise of a "Young Master" whom three Super Douluos followed so wholeheartedly carried far more weight than his own solitary fumbling!

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and resignation, like an icy tide, completely submerged Dugu Bo.

The poison arts he had been so proud of, the dignity of a Titled Douluo, all seemed so pale and laughable before this absolute power and the other party's precise grasp of his weakness.

"...You..."

Dugu Bo's voice was dry as sandpaper scraping together. Every word seemed to drain all the strength from his body. With difficulty, he raised his head, his gaze passing over the three blood-red soul rings that made his heart tremble as he stared fixedly at Ling Han.

"You... can really... save Yan Yan?"

This was his final—and only—obsession.

Ling Han looked at the last glimmer in Dugu Bo's eyes and knew that he had already broken.

He released the arm wrapped around Xue Qinglan and took a step forward. The aura of the Ice Hell Dragon Emperor carried unquestionable majesty:

"If I say I can, then I can."

"Now, make your choice."

"Submit, or be buried together with your pride and your granddaughter's despair."

"...Dugu Bo..."

The Poison Douluo's voice was hoarse and low, carrying obvious exhaustion and his final choice.

"...I... am willing... to submit... under Young Master's command... and obey... all orders..."

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well... is yours..."

His body swayed, but he ultimately supported himself and did not collapse completely. His aura was merely weak. Through the tears in his clothes, a few nonfatal flesh wounds and congealed blood-ice could be seen. More than anything, he was weakened by excessive Soul Power consumption and the tremendous mental shock.

The arrogance that belonged to the "Poison Douluo" had been forcibly suppressed, though deep in his eyes lingered alarm and a trace of confusion toward the future.

Ling Han looked at him with calm, unruffled eyes, as though subduing a Titled Douluo was merely one step in his plan.

He gave a slight nod, his voice indifferent but carrying the weight of a declaration:

"Very good."

"Then, Dugu Bo,"

"Welcome to the fold."

This "welcome" sounded like nothing more than routine business.

Ling Han's gaze then swept over the Seven-colored Poison Mist churning at the valley entrance, his tone calm yet beyond question:

"Enough. Since you are one of us now."

"Clear away that eyesore of Poison Fog."

The command was concise—both a test and a declaration of ownership.

Dugu Bo's body convulsed violently.

Clear away the Poison Fog? This had been his greatest barrier for guarding this place and keeping enemies outside, yet now it had become an "eyesore" that needed to be cleared away.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation surged through him once more, nearly suffocating him.

But when he thought of Ling Han's promise that he "could save Yan Yan," and those three Super Douluos standing silently and radiating terrifying pressure...

He took a deep breath and forcibly mobilized his Soul Power. In his jade-green serpent pupils, humiliation, unwillingness, and pain intertwined, ultimately turning into a resolute acceptance of fate.

He took another deep breath, pulling at the tearing agony in his chest and abdomen as he forcibly stirred the last remnants of Soul Power within his body.

"Hiss—"

A low serpent's cry emerged from deep in his throat, carrying suppressed pain.

The phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor struggled into existence behind him. Though far less solid than before, even somewhat illusory and dim, the source aura belonging to the Poison Douluo remained formidable.

He extended a trembling hand, stained with blood and ice fragments. His five fingers spread as he aimed from afar at the rolling seven-colored clouds and mist at the valley entrance.

"Disperse!"

With a low shout, his Soul Power surged.

The churning Seven-colored Poison Mist seemed to be seized by an invisible hand and abruptly froze!

Then, like a receding tide, it crazily collapsed and contracted inward!

Seven-colored streams of light gathered, forming a condensed poisonous rainbow that swept backward and poured entirely into Dugu Bo's open palm!

The entrance to the valley suddenly opened up!

A strange aura where warmth and extreme cold intertwined, along with dense heaven and earth energy enough to suffocate one, rushed forth!

The scene within the valley was revealed: strange red and blue spring waters rotated and blended like yin and yang beneath a magnificent, mysterious halo.

Countless rare medicinal herbs swayed gracefully amid the dense energy, rosy light flowing around them—the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, nature's treasure basin!

Dugu Bo let out a muffled groan, his face turning several shades paler. Forcibly gathering the Poison Fog had consumed no small amount of strength. His injuries truly were not too severe, but his internal energy churned violently, and his mental exhaustion was immense.

Ling Han's gaze swept across the revealed treasure land, and at last, a faint trace of satisfaction flashed through his eyes.