Yu Luomian: Does This Make Sense?

Pufferfish Douluo stiffly, slowly lowered his head.

His gaze fell to the ground.

The skewers he had fought so hard to snatch from Snake Lance Douluo—charred on the outside, tender within, still sizzling with hot oil—now lay quietly on the dust-covered ground.

One of the bamboo sticks had even snapped in two.

The aroma remained, but they... were dirty.

At that moment, time seemed to have been set to slow motion.

Every sound around them vanished.

In Pufferfish Douluo's mind, only the image of those skewers falling to the ground remained, looping endlessly.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The next second.

"AHHH—!!!"

A tragic, inhuman scream, like a groundhog being strangled by the throat, suddenly erupted from Pufferfish Douluo's mouth!

The scream tore through the night sky, drowning out the distant roar of the city gate collapsing. Even the Title Douluo bickering around the barbecue stall fell silent in an instant.

All laughter stopped abruptly.

All the noise instantly died down.

The Title Douluo all turned their heads as one, their gazes converging on Pufferfish Douluo, whose body had gone stiff as if petrified.

Seeing Pufferfish Douluo looking as grief-stricken as if his own father had died, the contempt and mockery on Yu Luomian's face only deepened.

He had no idea what kind of hornet's nest he had just poked.

In his eyes, they were merely a group of Spirit Hall parasites whose bodies had been hollowed out by wine and women, making a fuss over nothing but food.

Trash!

"What?"

Yu Luomian raised a finger and, utterly oblivious to danger, poked Pufferfish Douluo's solid chest again.

"They're just a few lousy meat skewers. That upset about them?"

"Useless trash like you, who only know how to indulge yourselves!"

"Spirit Hall deserves to perish at the hands of my Blue Lightning