Chen Xinjie's Thoughts

This was naked humiliation—an utterly merciless crushing before everyone present.

Qiangu Dongfeng was the master of the Spirit Pagoda, a dignified Limit Douluo, one of the great figures standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent. He had been revered throughout his life; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In the past, even when facing the Federation President or the Pavilion Master of Shrek's Sea God Pavilion, he would never have needed to lower his head, much less be publicly berated and told to get lost.

But now, he did not dare show the slightest temper.

Facing Zhong Shenxiu and the twelve Star Dragon powerhouses whose auras towered to the heavens, all his pride, dignity, and temper had been utterly crushed to pieces.

He did not dare argue, did not dare rage, and did not even dare reveal the slightest displeasure.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please calm down, sir! I'll leave right away! Right away!"

Qiangu Dongfeng hurriedly bent at the waist and nodded, bowing and forcing a fawning smile. His posture was humble to the dust. He did not dare say another unnecessary word as he turned and hurriedly slipped toward the door, fleeing at tremendous speed as though for his life, afraid that being one second too late would bring about his death.

Chen Xinjie, standing nearby, watched Qiangu Dongfeng's rapidly retreating figure and was completely dumbfounded, his eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Was that really Qiangu Dongfeng? Was he sure the man had not been possessed?

No one knew the temperament of the Qiangu Family better than he did, nor the nature of those who possessed the Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul.

A Soul Master's martial soul was closely tied to their personality; the nature of one's martial