Who the hell stepped on my hand!

As Bo Saixi's tall, aloof figure disappeared inside the Maple Dye Pavilion.

Xue Ye's brain finally started working again with a "buzz".

That "beggar" from earlier...

Ah, no, that's not right.

That titled Douluo who just kicked Dugu Bo away and almost slapped the emperor to death was very strong.

This is beyond doubt.

But such a powerful person...

Was it something that woman casually tossed aside, like a bag of trash?

A chill suddenly shot from Xue Ye's tailbone to the top of his head, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

His imperial pride and understanding were shattered at that moment.

What's wrong with this world?

What kind of hellish place is Spirit City?!

His gaze stiffly and slowly shifted to the only presence beside him that could give him a sense of security.

He looked at Dugu Bo's face, which was also filled with fear and blankness, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence that was almost incoherent.

"Mr. Dugu..."

Xue Ye's voice was extremely hoarse, trembling and pleading without his own awareness.

"That woman just now..."

"She... she's also a Title Douluo... right?"

Upon hearing Xue Ye's trembling question, Dugu Bo suddenly shuddered.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of ice water; his whole body was stiff.

As the woman walked past him, he felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, rendering him immobile.

Although he did not sense any fluctuation of vitality from the other party.

But his intuition as a Title Douluo told him that this woman was extremely dangerous!

Dugu Bo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, the sound he made was dry and rough, like sandpaper rubbing together.

He turned his head, looked at Xue Ye's face, which was filled with fear and hope, and swallowed hard.

"Title Douluo?"

Dugu Bo gave a self-deprecating, bitter laugh, his voice trembling.

"Your Majesty, you underestimate her..."

He remembered Chrysanthemum Douluo, who always liked to flick his pinky finger and would rub him into the ground every year.

Compared to that woman...

That effeminate guy from Chrysanthemum Guan is practically a gentle and harmless Persian cat!

Dugu Bo took a deep breath and used all his strength to steady his voice, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"She is at least... Super Douluo of Level 98 or higher!"

"Even..."

"Higher!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Ye gasped. Higher than Level 98? That would be...

"Your Majesty, shall we... shall we go in?"

Dugu Bo's voice Youyou from the side, carrying a sincere message: "Why don't we run away now?"

Xue Ye's lips trembled slightly.

To be honest, all he wanted to do right now was order his horse to turn around and escape this godforsaken place Spirit City, at the speed of light.

But when he turned around, he saw the faces of the Royal Knights behind him.

They were all looking at themselves.

He, the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, would never turn and run away because he was frightened by a woman in front of a restaurant...

Does he still have any face left?

At this moment, the emperor's dignity triumphed over his fear of the unknown.

No, the main reason was that he felt that no matter how arrogant the Spirit Hall was, they wouldn't dare to behead him, the emperor of an empire, in front of so many people, would they?

It shouldn't be that bad, right?

Thinking of this, Xue Ye forced himself to straighten his slightly weak back and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"What's the panic!"

"Keep going!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a weak undertone, a fierce exterior masking inner weakness.

The order was given, but the convoy did not move immediately.

Because everyone saw that their Emperor was furtively grabbing Dugu Bo's sleeve.

He brought his mouth close to Dugu Bo's ear and spoke quickly in a volume he thought was very soft, but which everyone around could hear:

"Mr. Dugu!"

"If anything goes wrong later, don't worry about anyone else!"

"You cover me... cough, you take me with you and run!"

Run as far as you can!

Dugu Bo: "..."

He glanced at Xue Ye expressionlessly, the disdain in his eyes almost tangible.

Okay, I understand.

You take care of saving face, and I'll take care of suffering for you.

That damn old man.

He had even begun to consider whether, if a real fight broke out, he should feign defeat and be sent flying to escape, or simply throw the emperor out as a punching bag to draw enemy fire.

The group continued on their way.

This time, however, even Xue Ye stepped out of his luxurious carriage and chose to walk.

There was no way around it; those two scares had really frightened him. He felt much more at ease with his feet firmly on the ground.

With Prince Xue Xing on his left and Dugu Bo's sleeve tightly on his right, he moved towards the gate of the Maple Dye Pavilion.

One step, two steps.

Every step was taken with extreme difficulty.

Xue Ye took a deep breath, having made full mental preparations.

In his mind, even if this place wasn't a den of dragons and tigers, it was definitely a place where demons and monsters were running rampant.

However, when he peered inside, he was completely stunned.

There are no demons or monsters.

There was no menacing ambush.

The people inside were chatting and laughing, making a lot of noise. Steaming hot food was laid out on the table, and everyone's face was beaming with a genuine smile.

This... this is just an ordinary restaurant, isn't it?

In that split second of his daze, the intensely rich aroma of food, which had been suppressed by fear, instantly filled his nostrils and domineeringly took over all his senses.

It smells so good!

Xue Ye felt his mouth watering uncontrollably, and his stomach growled loudly involuntarily.

He even forgot why he came there, and as if possessed, he took two more steps into the shop, completely absorbed in the experience.

As a result, he was so focused that he didn't notice at all that there was a person lying on the floor at the entrance of the shop.

His foot landed squarely on the ground.

The next second.

A bloodcurdling scream, loud enough to blow the roof off, exploded from beneath his feet!

"Ah--!!"

"Who the hell stepped on my hand! Get the hell out of my way!"

Before Xue Ye could react, he felt an immense force coming from the soles of his feet.

The feeling was like stepping into a spring trap disguised as a carpet.

He was thrown backward uncontrollably.

It seemed that the emperor was about to fall flat on his back in a spectacular fashion, landing on his backside in front of everyone.

Fortunately, Dugu Bo reacted quickly, transforming into a green shadow and catching the Xue Ye, who was still in the "takeoff" phase of mid-air.

Even so, Xue Ye staggered several steps after landing before he could barely stand, his old face turning deathly pale with fright.

His imperial dignity made him instinctively want to open his mouth and rebuke.

"How dare you! You insolent wretch..."

Before he could utter the word "people," a cold hand tightly covered his mouth.

It's Dugu Bo!

He was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Your Majesty! Stop scolding!"

"The one you're standing on... she... she's also a Title Douluo!"

"And you even stepped on someone's hand!"