Ghost Douluo's Fate

Lin Huo rubbed his chin as he chatted with Book Elder, occasionally poking Ghost Douluo with his other hand.

"Come to think of it, old man, you're pretty strong after breaking through to Titled Douluo! You captured that slippery Ghost Douluo alive in no time."

"Of course!"

Beaming, Book Elder flung Ghost Douluo onto the ground and stood with his hands on his hips, saying proudly:

"The eighty-thousand-year Earthfire Demon Dragon was the Soul Beast most compatible with this old man's Martial Soul! Not a shred of the Soul Power from absorbing this Soul Ring went to waste.

"With this breakthrough, I skipped over two levels of stagnation and charged straight to level ninety-three, saving myself years of hard work."

"Level ninety-three?" Lin Huo's eyes lit up. "That's pretty good. You're two levels higher than Poison Douluo, at least you're not the weakest Titled Douluo."

The moment Book Elder heard Lin Huo making fun of Poison Douluo again, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Get lost, you brat! Old Poison may be a little weak, but he's still Titled Douluo no matter what.

"That old fellow is narrow-minded, foul-tempered, weak, and vicious when he strikes.

"You can say that in front of me, but don't ever say it in front of Old Poison."

"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Huo answered perfunctorily, not taking Book Elder's warning to heart at all.

Dugu Bo's strength was indeed pathetic. He was only good for bullying lower-ranked Soul Masters and using area attacks.

With his current strength, if he gained another two or three Soul Rings, he might not be unable to clash with Dugu Bo.

If Dugu Bo was even slightly careless, the move that had forced Ghost Douluo back today might actually make him stumble.

After stepping twice on the