Qian Daoliu Comes Knocking

Yue Guan had, by this day, already become a ninety-ninth-level Limit Douluo.

His strength surpassed the original story, his status surpassed the original story, and now the natural order had been turned upside down—he had become Bibi Dong's martial uncle.

Everything had undergone earthshaking changes.

Without Xu Xiao, perhaps their fates would still have been the same as before.

As a ninety-ninth-level Limit Douluo, Yue Guan feared not even the combined forces of Qian Daoliu and the other two.

They could come if they wanted.

Chuan Ling was not afraid of letting them see it anyway.

"Third Spirit Master, please wait a moment."

"I'll be right back."

Golden Crocodile rose to his feet and cupped his hands in farewell.

Only after Golden Crocodile left did Bibi Dong look at Yue Guan. "Third Martial Uncle, aren't we charging a little too much?"

Yue Guan smiled faintly. "Too much? Back then, your master stole all their resources. This is nothing compared to that."

"When dealing with enemies, we cannot be softhearted. The moment we show mercy, it becomes a calamity that destroys us."

"Dong'er, you should learn more from Ice Empress on this point. That girl may be reckless as hell, but she really is ruthless when she strikes."

"Once your master and we leave, Chuan Ling will have to be handed over to Sister Ye Qing and all of you."

"If you aren't ruthless enough, everyone will want to stick their hands into this position."

Bibi Dong froze on the spot. What? Hand it over to us?

"Um, Third Martial Uncle, you aren't joking, are you?"

"I mean, Sister Ice, Sister Qing, and I—we aren't exactly management material, and you know that."

"If you hand Chuan Ling over to us, aren't you afraid we'll ruin it?"

This version of Bibi Dong