Qian Daoliu Appears, the Farce Ends

Inside the barrier, Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched his bleeding abdomen, his face full of disbelief. Beside him, Ghost Douluo also held his stomach, his face twisted in agony.

"Who was it?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted furiously. He knew it had not been Dugu Bo. Anyone who could retreat unscathed under the two of their attacks and still injure them was definitely not on his level.

At that moment, the poisonous mist slowly dispersed, and the scene within the barrier became clear.

"What?!"

Bibi Dong, who had not taken it seriously at first, shot to her feet in shock. Her eyes were filled with disbelief, especially when she saw the Soul Rings around Bald Strong.

"Hundred thousand years! Two of them!"

Ning Fengzhi, too, lost his previous refined composure and was left stunned.

"Interesting."

Bone Douluo no longer looked as casual as before. If he fought this man, he might have no chance of winning at all.

Sword Douluo stood to the side without speaking, but his tightly furrowed brows revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Everyone around them wore more or less the same shocked expression.

"The farce is over. Your Holiness, we'll be taking our leave."

Qin Feng stood and cupped his hands. He felt that if they did not leave now, they might not get another chance. Those old monsters from the Consecration Hall were not easy to deal with.

"Do you think Spirit Hall is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Bibi Dong finally recovered, her face full of fury. They had injured Spirit Hall's people and still wanted to leave? If they got away, would that not make Spirit Hall look utterly incompetent?

"This place isn't safe for long. Retreat."

"Oh, right, Brother Strong, cover our retreat."

As Qin Feng spoke, he activated his Martial Soul and fled. Seeing this, Dugu Bo and the others did not bother with Bald Strong either and ran for their lives.

"So... was I the one everyone forgot?"

Bald Strong scratched his head. He no longer cared whether he could escape, because he could sense several Titled Douluo flying toward him.

"I admit that you're strong, but your strength has its limits. Why not join Spirit Hall? I can give you what he can't."

Bibi Dong began trying to persuade him. It would be best if she could talk him over; otherwise, she could only kill him. She did not want a Titled Douluo who bore a grudge against Spirit Hall to escape.

"There is an old saying in Huaxia: a wise man submits to the times. How about you let me go? I'll definitely help you in the future."

Bald Strong spoke in the manner of the Island Nation. He knew that if he joined Spirit Hall, he would surely become an honored guest, but he could not do it.

"Hmph! Then I cannot let you live. Attack!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and waved her hand. The elders from the Hall of Elders, who had been waiting nearby, attacked together.

"Haha! I, Bald Strong, wasn't even afraid of two stinking bears. Why would I fear the lot of you?"

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Bzzzzz..."

Bald Strong started the chainsaw in his hand, stepped through the air, and quietly waited for the enemy's attack.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I last stretched my muscles."

Ghost Leopard Douluo flexed his arms, revealing a bloodthirsty expression.

"Same." Demon Bear Douluo, who stood behind him, muttered softly.

Only Nihuang Douluo said nothing, standing quietly to one side with her hands on her hips.

"I never fight nameless opponents. State your name!" Ghost Leopard Douluo shouted arrogantly.

"Bald Strong, Rank 95 assault-type Super Douluo, title: Strong Heavenly Emperor."

Bald Strong looked disdainful. These weaklings were not even enough for him to fight alone. Were they looking down on him that much?

"Good."

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar."

Ghost Leopard Douluo sneered, and his body instantly transformed into a pitch-black leopard.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Roar!"

Demon Bear Douluo also transformed into a snow-white bear and let out a thunderous roar.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Cry!"

Nihuang Douluo's cold voice rang out. A crimson Nihuang appeared beneath her feet, and she stood atop its head.

The three said nothing. With perfect tacit understanding, they launched their attack. Ghost Leopard Douluo charged first, with Demon Bear Douluo close behind.

"Come on, then."

"Ninth Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Demon Saw."

Bald Strong's eyes turned blood-red, black patterns spreading across his face. The chainsaw in his hand also became bloodthirsty.

"Roar! Roar!"

Two roars followed one after another. Both opened their massive jaws and lunged at Bald Strong to tear him apart.

Bald Strong raised his chainsaw and charged forward.

"Bzzzzz..."

At that moment, the Nihuang beneath Nihuang Douluo's feet spat out a ball of fire.

Boom!

The fireball slammed down without caring whether her allies were caught within it, and the flames rapidly exploded outward.

"Roar!"

Two pained whimpers rang out. Once the flames dissipated, the two Douluo were covered in scorched fur, and more terrifying still, each of them bore a gaping wound with flesh and blood exposed.

Bald Strong, meanwhile, had also had a chunk of flesh bitten off, and his body was burned by the flames.

"Damn it, that's how you want to play? Fine, fine!"

Bald Strong sucked in a breath from the pain, then pulled out a sniper rifle.

"Twin Martial Souls!"

Bibi Dong, who had believed victory was certain, showed a shocked expression. She knew exactly how terrifying Twin Martial Souls were, because she herself possessed them.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Fatal Strike!"

Bald Strong aimed the sniper rifle in his hand at the largest target, Demon Bear Douluo.

Bang!

"Roar!"

The shot hit its mark. Demon Bear Douluo roared before crashing to the ground, though pained whimpers could still be heard.

"Impressive!"

The shock on Ning Fengzhi's face did not diminish; it only grew stronger. He had not expected one man fighting three Titled Douluo to actually take one of them down. Although Demon Bear Douluo was not dead yet, if he was not treated soon, he would likely not be far from death.

"He's very strong. I'm no match for him."

Bone Douluo's grave expression said it all. With Twin Martial Souls and two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, he no longer even had the will to fight.

"Uncle Sword, what about you?"

"Hard to say. We'll only know the outcome after fighting."

Sword Douluo was also unsure who was stronger. His rank was higher than Bald Strong's, but Bald Strong had better Soul Rings and one more Martial Soul than he did.

Deep down, he felt that the possibility of losing was greater.

"Young man, that's enough."

At that moment, a voice carrying Soul Power rang out. Upon hearing it, Bald Strong's expression changed drastically.

"Peerless Douluo!"

"Bibi Dong, until we meet again."

Bald Strong waved at Bibi Dong, then promptly fled.

After Bald Strong left, a man with a head of golden hair appeared. He did not stop Bald Strong from fleeing. Instead, he gave Bibi Dong a deep look before disappearing.

Bang! Useless trash!

Bibi Dong's fist slammed fiercely into her seat, her face filled with rage. Three against one, and they had still gotten one of their own taken down. Did they even know how to fight?

She then rubbed her brow and summoned support-type Soul Masters to take Demon Bear Douluo and the others away for treatment.

"Your Holiness, we'll be leaving."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands. Although the banquet had ended before it even began, after witnessing such a great battle, the banquet was no longer important.