Just as Du Feng and the others were on high alert, a deep, hoarse voice rang out.
Immediately after, an old man appeared before Chu Hao and the others. He wore a gray robe, his frame thin and long, looking like a javelin. His hair and beard were both dark green, and his eyes shone like emeralds. The expression on his face was completely stiff.
He merely stepped forward lightly, and a flash of green drifted past. The surrounding vegetation withered in an instant.
When Du Feng saw the old man's methods, his face changed dramatically, and he guessed his identity on the spot.
"Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!"
Du Feng's pupils shrank. He immediately summoned his martial soul, pushed his aura to the limit, and took up a stance as if ready to strike at any moment.
This old man was even more ruthless than him.
He was aloof by nature and had always acted only according to his own whims. He was extremely difficult to communicate with, and would poison and kill people at the slightest disagreement, impossible to guard against.
"Who are you?"
Sensing the pressure of Du Feng's Soul Power, Dugu Bo glanced at Chu Hao and the other four, his brows tightening slightly.
For these boys and girls to have a Soul Douluo infinitely close to Title Douluo protecting them, their backgrounds were far from simple.
"We're from Spirit Hall."
Chu Hao signaled for Du Feng to step aside and walked forward coldly.
Hearing this, Du Feng's face turned deathly pale.
The relationship between Dugu Bo and Spirit Hall was extremely poor. It could even be described as loathing.
He remembered that Spirit Hall had once invited Dugu Bo to join them, only to be mercilessly refused.
From then on, Spirit Hall had begun hunting Dugu