Completely Abuse Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu Appears

"Isn't that because of you?"

Dugu Bo walked over to an empty spot on his own, then stared fixedly at Chrysanthemum Pass.

"Me? So what if it is?" Chrysanthemum Pass sneered coldly.

"Hmph, cut the crap. Come, fight!"

"Hiss-hiss~"

A jade-green python appeared behind Dugu Bo, flicking its forked tongue and staring dead at Chrysanthemum Pass.

"Couldn't beat me before, and you think you can now? Utterly ridiculous."

Chrysanthemum Pass shook his head. At that moment, an orange flower slowly bloomed behind him, and nine soul rings also rose slowly into the air at this time.

Seeing this, Dugu Bo let out a cold snort, and his nine soul rings also slowly rose.

Right now, Qin Feng's side wasn't quite as tense, because the seven elders of Spirit Hall were wary of Qin Yi and the others, so they kept circling the perimeter.

"Demon Bear Douluo, go on up!"

"Me go? Why don't you go?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Demon Bear Douluo's face turned green with anger. Having been beaten half to death last time, he was certainly not going to charge in first this time.

"Because you've fought him before, you're more familiar with him."

"Get lost."

Demon Bear Douluo shouted angrily. Was that a fight? That was him getting abused by the other party, yet they still wanted him to spearhead the vanguard. He wouldn't fall for that.

"Who do you think will win in the end?"

On a building a hundred meters away, a blond-haired old man looked at the person beside him and asked. This person was none other than the First Attendant of the Hall of Attendants, Qian Daoliu.

"Who wins and who loses, don't you already know?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo at the side smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although these individuals possessed decent strength, they were still somewhat lacking compared to Spirit Hall.

However, dealing with the few people from the Hall of Elders was quite easy for them. Let's not forget, there was still their group of old fellows around. Matters concerned the reputation of Spirit Hall, so no matter how much discord existed, they still had to step in.

"Haha, indeed."

Qian Daoliu laughed heartily. True enough, these people were still far from enough to impress him. He had kindly let Bald Strong off easy last time, but since they dared to show up again this time, he couldn't be blamed for showing no mercy.

"Stop dawdling, go."

Pufferfish Douluo said impatiently. Acting all hesitant and dragging their feet before a fight—what kind of attitude was that?

With that, Pufferfish Douluo released his martial soul and charged forward. Seeing someone take the lead, the others also successively released their martial souls and rushed in.

"Bald Strong, Qin Er, Qin San, all of you go together."

Watching the seven people finally charge forward, Qin Feng ordered the three of them to go and handle it. It wasn't that he wouldn't let Qin Yi go, but Qian Daoliu might show up at any moment.

"Understood."

Bald Strong and the others nodded. Then, a sniper rifle materialized in Bald Strong's hands, while the remaining two released their martial souls and dashed forward.

"Bang!"

Before the two sides could even clash, Bald Strong fired a shot right at Demon Bear Douluo's feet.

"I..."

That gunshot startled Demon Bear Douluo into halting his steps abruptly. Then, he looked at Bald Strong with lingering fear, his expression seeming to say: out of so many people, why do you always pick on me?

"Hehe, you always pick the soft persimmons to squeeze, naturally!"

Bald Strong chuckled, then aimed at Demon Bear Douluo's head, as if warning him that he would shoot if he took another step forward.

"Roar! Oof!"

Suddenly, a beastly roar interrupted the tense atmosphere. Qin Er had already transformed into a lion wreathed in flames, while wings sprouted from Qin San's back as he took flight into the sky.

"Third soul skill, Flame Lion Roar."

"Roar!"

Qin Er let out an angry roar, followed by waves of sonic blasts hurtling toward the people of Spirit Hall.

"Overestimating your capabilities."

Sea Turtle Douluo said as a barrier materialized before him, the sonic attack creating nothing more than ripples upon impact.

"Is that so?"

Qin Er sneered, whispering softly to himself. At that moment, the sky suddenly plunged into darkness.

"What the hell?"

Qin Feng looked up in surprise, only to see a massive mass of black entities covering the sky. Looking closer, tens of thousands of crows were swarming from the sky toward the members of Spirit Hall.

"What the fuck, totally devoid of martial ethics."

Shocked, Qin Feng let out a direct curse. He truly hadn't expected Qin San to be capable of summoning crows.

"Not good! It's a trap."

Sea Turtle Douluo exclaimed in alarm. Then, a ghostly phantom of a giant turtle surfaced behind him. The turtle roared loudly, and a massive wave of crows descended.

"Seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar."

Nihuang Douluo had a neon phoenix appear beneath her feet before she soared into the sky. Meanwhile, the swarm of crows rapidly split into seven separate clusters, each attacking one of the seven elders.

"They've got some tricks up their sleeves!"

Qian Daoliu watched with great relish. However, it was miserable for the crowd in the Hall of Elders; they successively released their Martial Soul Avatars and began dealing with that massive swarm of crows.

"Fourth soul skill, Dim and Lusterless."

Knowing this wouldn't inflict any real damage on them, Qin San intended to add fuel to the fire.

As the words fell, a gigantic crow materialized beside Qin San. Qin San stroked the crow's feathers, and the crow opened its beak to spew out a cloud of black fog.

Then, the mist rapidly expanded, enveloping the Spirit Hall members who were busy fighting the crows in mere moments.

"Ninth soul skill, Wrath of the Holy Sun. Slash."

Seeing Qin San release the fog, Qin Er chuckled evilly, then spat out a flame-composed crescent slash from his mouth, cutting directly toward the mist.

"Boom..."

Following a deafening explosion, the fog slowly dissipated. The members of Spirit Hall were left covered in scars and wounds, with only Nihuang Douluo in the sky remaining untouched by the slash.

"As expected of elite death squads, well-trained."

Qin Feng muttered in admiration. Originally, he had thought death squads were merely weapons that only knew how to kill, never expecting them to employ tactics as well. At this moment, Bald Strong stood rooted to the spot in a daze.

"Doesn't this make me look utterly useless?"

Bald Strong muttered to himself. From the start until now, he had only fired a single shot. He had originally anticipated that they wouldn't be able to win, allowing him to step in and save the day, but at this rate, it seemed his services weren't required at all.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings."

Bibi Dong said with a gloomy expression, slamming her fist against the armrest beside her. This outcome exceeded her expectations; she never imagined these people would be this strong, beating them to the point of having zero ability to counterattack.

Meanwhile, only Dugu Bo and Chrysanthemum Pass were still fighting in the arena. Qin Feng turned his head to look.

"Old Poison, are you still holding up or not?" Chrysanthemum Pass taunted.

"Cough, cough. Still holding up. When dealing with you, I can never say I can't."

Dugu Bo coughed twice, climbed up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and prepared to continue fighting Chrysanthemum Pass to the death.

"Fall back."

Just as Chrysanthemum Pass was about to finish off this battle, Bibi Dong's voice rang out, causing Chrysanthemum Pass's expression to freeze instantly.

Such a good opportunity—they were just a hair away. Filled with reluctance, Chrysanthemum Pass retreated toward the back.

"Hahahaha."

Watching the utterly reluctant Chrysanthemum Pass, Dugu Bo let out goose-like laughter. He simply loved watching people who wanted to kill him fail to pull it off.

"Pope Your Majesty, what about now?"

Qin Feng spoke up at that moment. The battle was over, and it was time to talk business. If they didn't discuss it now, Qian Daoliu might show up before long.

"Friend, as long as you can last the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in this old man's hands, we can discuss the matter of an alliance."