Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the Demon Emperor Set His Sights on the Fusang Red Heart Lotus

The poison mist closed in.

The sounds outside were instantly cut off for the most part.

Hu Liena, Falling Devil Douluo, Gui Mei, and the auras of those Spirit Hall Deacons were all left outside Soul-Falling Slope.

Di Yao followed behind Dugu Bo, walking step by step along the narrow path concealed by vines toward the depths of the Medicine Manor.

The soil beneath his feet gave off an eerie dark-green hue.

The sickly-sweet stench in the air grew stronger and stronger.

An ordinary Soul Master would probably have been dizzy and had their Soul Power thrown into disorder by now.

A faint layer of Dark Gold Fire Intent constantly swirled around Di Yao.

The Great Sun Golden Flame had not been fully unleashed.

It merely clung to the outside of his skin like a thin golden coat.

Whenever the poisonous gas approached, it was scorched into wisps of green smoke.

Dugu Bo walked ahead without looking back.

Yet his senses remained fixed on Di Yao.

This brat was not forcing himself onward.

He could tell.

With every step Di Yao took, his Soul Power was being consumed.

The fire of the sun could burn away poison, but it did not come without a cost.

What truly alarmed Dugu Bo was that Di Yao's steps had not faltered from beginning to end.

A six-year-old child.

Facing his poison formation, facing him, a Title Douluo, and still remaining this composed.

It was not simply courage.

It was because he truly had confidence.

Dugu Bo's gaze turned colder.

"Brat. If you turn back now, it's not too late."

Di Yao raised his eyes.

"Are you afraid of letting me enter?"

Dugu Bo sneered.

"This old man is afraid you'll die in there and Spirit Hall will come looking for trouble."

Di Yao