Dugu Bo's Death

There was no hesitation, not the slightest doubt.

Porcupinefish Douluo felt that Qian Yu had been absolutely right about one thing: once you were sure someone was your enemy, you had to root them out completely, by any means necessary.

In the past, the Spirit Hall had been far too upright under the Grand Pontiff's leadership.

That was why they had suffered such a crushing defeat.

Now, only a few of them remained. What rules or personal ties were there to worry about?

It was laughable.

When you held an overwhelming advantage, why bother reasoning with the other side or agreeing to anything they asked?

"Indeed. I deserve this!"

Seeing how decisively Porcupinefish Douluo refused, Dugu Bo knew there was no room for negotiation.

But he wasn't willing to accept it!

He had finally obtained a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. He had planned to return to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to look for more medicinal herbs and give them to his granddaughter, which was why he had come back to the Sunset Forest.

When he sensed Titled Douluo fighting nearby, Dugu Bo had gone to take a look.

On the Douluo Continent, all the Titled Douluo knew one another, so he had let his guard down.

He hadn't expected that one careless move would cost him his life here.

Still, he wanted to fight his way out and give the Soul Bone to his granddaughter.

His granddaughter already had a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, so why was he so insistent on giving her another?

It all came down to Tang San curing his poison.

At first, he had been delighted that his family had found a way to cure the poison.

But as time passed and his strength grew, he discovered that after every battle and every use of Soul Power, new poison would build up inside him.

And a Soul Bone could only hold so much.

In other words, this method treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

But Tang San had become a god and left the Douluo Continent. Even if Dugu Bo wanted to find someone to reason with, what could he say?

So he had no choice but to look for another solution.

The simplest, easiest way was to obtain another Soul Bone.

As one of the victors, and someone who had made a great contribution on the battlefield, he was entitled to a share of the spoils.

He had successfully obtained a Soul Bone that was over forty thousand years old.

With this Soul Bone, Yanyan would be able to live for several more decades.

"You'll do!"

In the next instant, Dugu Bo erupted with power and charged toward Yan.

Of everyone there, this boy was the only one who wasn't a Titled Douluo. He was the best way out.

"Do you really think so little of me?"

Faced with the heavily wounded Dugu Bo, who had lost an arm, Yan felt no fear.

In the next instant, his Soul Rings activated.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Lord Avatar!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Fire Dragon Instant Kill!"

Facing a Titled Douluo, Yan didn't dare underestimate his opponent. He immediately unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar.

Even if it left him weakened afterward, that was better than risking a mishap.

Besides, he was now a Soul Douluo, no longer a Soul Saint. Using his Martial Soul Avatar wouldn't leave him weakened for three days like it had when he was a Soul Saint.

His eighth Soul Skill came from a seventy-thousand-year-old Two-Headed Fire Lizard.

It was a Soul Skill with tremendous explosive power.

Using the power of magma, it conjured eight giant fire lizards. Each one instantly unleashed two hundred percent of its strength, attacking the target all at once.

Amplified by his Martial Soul Avatar, the eighth Soul Skill unleashed even greater power.

In the next instant, all eight powerful fire lizards attacked at once, snapping at Dugu Bo.

After consuming a ten-thousand-year-old spirit herb and the roots of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, the power of Yan's flames had grown considerably.

In a way, he had the advantage over Dugu Bo.

The Flame Lord was an ancient Martial Soul, immensely powerful.

Its explosive force, defense, and destructive power were all astonishing.

Now, Yan unleashed his full strength and attacked the gravely wounded Dugu Bo.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of powerful collisions rang out one after another. In a single exchange, Yan had Dugu Bo on the back foot.

How could the others let such an opportunity pass?

Snake Lance Douluo attacked again. Seizing his chance, he tore away most of Dugu Bo's body with a single strike. Porcupinefish Douluo rushed in, snapped Dugu Bo's neck, and frantically absorbed the poison around them so it wouldn't spread and affect the others.

In the space of just a dozen breaths, Dugu Bo, a Titled Douluo of his generation, had met his end.

"How can this be?"

With his dying breath, Dugu Bo stared at Yan, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

He was only a Soul Douluo. How could he stop him? How could he possess such power?

But the facts were the facts.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could no longer speak.

"I finally got the Head Soul Bone."

After cutting the ten-thousand-year-old Head Soul Bone from Dugu Bo, Porcupinefish Douluo's face lit up with delight.

That kid Qian Yu had been right. Hunting Soul Beasts for Soul Bones—how could that compare to killing people for them?

Then he checked Dugu Bo's Storage Soul Tool, and his joy turned to elation.

There was an unexpected bonus: another Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

It suited him perfectly, and its quality was in no way inferior to that Head Soul Bone.

Porcupinefish Douluo was truly happy.

With his reserves and foundation, he had already been confident he could break through to level 93 within a month or two. Now that he had obtained two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, he felt that after breaking through and fusing with them, he could reach level 94 outright.

"Is the battle over?"

Qian Yu looked into the distance, feeling somewhat relieved.

Though he couldn't see the battle clearly, he could get a general idea from the fluctuations and the state of the battlefield.

Soon, Snake Lance Douluo and the others appeared before Qian Yu and his group.

"Senior, how was the haul?"

Seeing how poorly Porcupinefish Douluo could hide his excitement, Qian Yu knew the gains had to be beyond his expectations.

"A Head Soul Bone over twenty thousand years old, and a Right Leg Bone over forty thousand years old, possibly close to fifty thousand."

Porcupinefish Douluo made no effort to hide what he had gained.

With Soul Bones appearing one after another lately, the people on their team no longer got as tense as before over a single Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Besides, both Soul Bones were so unusual that no one else would dare absorb them easily.

So Porcupinefish Douluo didn't conceal them.

"Medusa's Head Soul Bone is only a little over twenty thousand years old?"

Qian Yu was quite surprised to hear that.

After all, the original work had never specified the Soul Bone's age, only that it was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Some had speculated that Dugu Bo obtained it by killing a Soul Beast on the outskirts before entering the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and that the Soul Bone and Soul Ring had helped him become a Titled Douluo.

They had believed it was at least sixty or seventy thousand years old.

Qian Yu had been curious about it, too.

It seemed he had overestimated it.