Fang Yuan laughed and patted Dugu Bo on the shoulder. "Haha, Old Poison, thank you very much, but there's no need."
"Oh?" Dugu Bo paid no mind to Fang Yuan's disrespectful gesture and raised a brow. "Your ninth ring will definitely be a hundred-thousand-year one, right? Wouldn't it be good for us old fellows to help you? Don't tell me you plan to just kill some ten-thousand-year Soul Beast and make do with it?"
Fang Yuan shook his head. "My target Soul Beast is rather special. More people won't necessarily be better. Otherwise, it'll be hard for me to keep an eye on everything, so it'll be difficult for you to intervene."
Upon hearing Fang Yuan's words, Dugu Bo, Bai He, and Yang Wudi all wore puzzled expressions.
Why did it sound as though he would have to look after them like children during the battle?
But since Fang Yuan said there was no need, they did not insist further.
It was not because their friendship was lacking, nor had their earlier words merely been polite formalities. Rather, they had great confidence in Fang Yuan's strength and trusted his judgment completely.
Thus, Dugu Bo finally nodded. "Very well. In that case, this old man can only wish you victory from the start. Once you return triumphant this time, you'll have entered the ranks of Titled Douluo as well. At last, you'll be qualified to stand on equal footing with this old man! Hahaha..."
Fang Yuan glanced at the shameless old fellow, his expression rather strange. As though he had suddenly recalled something, he asked, "Right, do you still have those High-Grade Fixed-Mounted Soul Cannon Shells I gave you before?"
Bai He immediately nodded. "They're still here. After you left, Grand Elder, Spirit Hall did not enter Heaven Dou City directly