The promised alliance, yet you're having a team-building party at the enemy's home turf!

One face after another.

Faces so familiar they could not have been more familiar, yet so strangely alien, all turned toward him in unison.

The instant Yu Luomian's gaze met those faces, he felt as if his heart had been clenched in someone's fist.

His CPU overloaded on the spot. He had already forgotten what breathing was.

Chrysanthemum Douluo!

Ghost Leopard Douluo!

Demon Bear Douluo!

Good lord! Every single one of them was at least a Title Douluo, Spirit Hall's top combat power, yet they were now gathered here like a bunch of street bums who had been starving for eight hundred years, fighting over barbecue?

The sight was too beautiful. He did not dare look.

Yet that was not even the most absurd part.

"I'm telling you, Sect Master, you're being rather unfair here. Why are you competing with us two old fellows?"

A somewhat aggrieved voice rang out.

Yu Luomian's neck made a creaking sound. Like a rusty gear, it turned bit by bit.

His gaze passed through the gaps between the burly men.

Ning Fengzhi!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi!

He wore an expression that said, "I can't hold it together anymore, but I must maintain my grace," as he looked at an elderly man beside him clad in white, with white hair and an immortal air about him.

That old man had sword-like brows and starry eyes, his aura overwhelmingly sharp.

Sword Dao Chen Xin!

Behind Sword Douluo stood a shadow as thin as a hemp stalk.

Bone Douluo!

At that moment, Yu Luomian's brain sounded an overheating alarm and proactively applied to crash.

He wanted to complain.

But there were so many things to complain about that they fell like Tetris blocks, one after another. He had no idea which