Dead? Good. Very Good!

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't forget what you did to the Golden Iron Triangle."

Gu Rong stopped before Dugu Bo and looked down at him.

His gaunt figure cast a broad shadow that swallowed Dugu Bo whole.

His expression brooked no defiance, and two invisible knives seemed to lurk in his sunken eyes.

"You have three days to decide how you'll compensate us."

He held up three bony fingers and waved them before Dugu Bo's eyes.

"I'll come collect it myself in three days. If I'm not satisfied, you'll suffer worse than serious injuries."

With that, Gu Rong gave the pale-faced group a cool glance.

Soul Power surged, and he shot into the air. His gaunt figure flickered twice before vanishing from sight.

Only a few rotting leaves remained at the valley entrance, caught in the air current before spiraling slowly back to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Dugu Bo slammed a fist into the ground.

His fist sank into the rotting leaves and dirt, scattering debris.

As a fellow Titled Douluo, he could hardly stomach being defeated so easily by Gu Rong.

His Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor ranked among the strongest poison-type Martial Souls, but against overwhelming power, its poison never had a chance to work.

Gu Rong's spacetime gate had swallowed every attack they launched, and his bone dragon had struck before they could even react.

From beginning to end, they hadn't so much as touched the hem of Gu Rong's robe.

"At least it wasn't Sword Douluo Chen Xin who came. Otherwise, we'd already be dead by his sword."

Bai He coughed as he climbed to his feet, fresh blood still at the corner of his mouth.

He gave a bitter smile, his voice tinged with relief at having survived.

Though he hadn't dodged Gu Rong's