Three days, then another three, then three more. They had been waiting for nine days since arriving here.
Yet no one was willing to be the bird that stuck its head out first.
Someone suggested going after the Dugu Family, only to have the person beside him clap a hand over his mouth.
What a joke. They only wanted some benefits, not to die. Offend Dugu Bo? Was he kidding?
Never mind his cultivation at peak level ninety-seven—even if he were only level ninety-one, they still couldn't afford to offend him.
Because they might still escape after offending another Titled Douluo, but offending him? Heh.
This was someone who could wipe out a city with a single skill. Did they really think "better to provoke Spirit Hall than touch the Dugu Family" was just an idle saying?
Spirit Hall was a major organization, after all, and had to preserve at least some dignity in its dealings. But Dugu Bo? He was just an independent cultivator. Who did he have to fear?
Anyone who dared touch the Dugu Family would be lighting a lamp in a latrine—looking for crap, and finding death.
Every last person present knew that if any of them dared entertain that thought, Dugu Bo would immediately abandon the Medicine Garden and go release poison on their doorstep.
The Titled Douluos among them couldn't beat him, and anyone below that rank couldn't withstand even one breath of his poison. That was what had led to this awkward stalemate.
Yu Yuanzhen finally couldn't take it anymore. His face flushed crimson, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"I can't take this anymore..."
"After you!"
Everyone around him promptly gestured for him to proceed, their movements so perfectly synchronized that they might have rehearsed them.
"I... I..."
"Argh!"
Yu Yuanzhen