Dugu Bo's Shock: What Incredible Movement!

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

The instant Ning Chen charged into the poisonous mist, the dense emerald-green toxic gas around him surged toward him like mad.

As the poison mist touched the surface of the Scorching Heaven Evil Emperor Armor, it immediately gave off piercing corrosive hisses, sending up plumes of white smoke.

Yet these deadly toxins failed to leave even the faintest mark on the armor wreathed in dark-red flames.

All poisonous gas was directly vaporized and burned away by the supremely yang, unyielding fire energy within three inches of the armor. It could not harm him at all.

"Hmph, just as I expected."

Feeling out his surroundings, Ning Chen sneered inwardly.

Dugu Bo's prized poison formation was no different from ordinary fog to him.

He drove the Emperor-Slaying Sword beneath his feet, speeding through the poison mist where visibility was extremely low. At the same time, he pushed his spiritual power to its limit, carefully sensing everything around him as he tried to locate the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

The poison formation covered an even wider area than he had imagined. It was easy to lose one's bearings inside.

After flying for a while, Ning Chen realized he no longer knew which direction he was facing.

"Damn it, where the hell did this bring me?"

Ning Chen cursed impatiently.

"This poisonous fog is huge. My spiritual detection range has been reduced, so finding it is truly troublesome."

He pondered it. This could not go on; he needed to find a way to lure that old bastard Dugu Bo out.

Just as Ning Chen was considering his options,

far away at the center of the poison formation, atop a huge rock beside the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes,

a gaunt old man in a plain gray robe, his head covered in green hair, sat cross-legged.

His eyes were tightly shut, his complexion an unhealthy bluish-purple. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his body trembled slightly, as though he were enduring immense pain.

This man was Dugu Bo, the ninety-first-ranked Titled Douluo known as Poison.

At this moment, he was using the Ice Fire Yin Yang Eyes' unique icy and scorching auras to suppress the increasingly violent poison of his martial soul backlash.

Suddenly, his tightly shut eyes snapped open, and two terrifying flashes of light flickered through them.

"Hmm?"

Dugu Bo let out a soft sound of surprise, a trace of astonishment appearing on his gaunt face.

"Someone broke into my poison formation?"

He could clearly sense that someone had forcibly entered the poison formation he had set up from outside.

"How interesting." Dugu Bo sneered.

"How many years has it been? Why are there always fools who aren't afraid of death, daring to trespass on Dugu Bo's territory?"

Then he closed his eyes and sensed carefully.

"Hm? This time, it's actually a forty-fourth-ranked Soul Ancestor?"

Dugu Bo's brows furrowed slightly, and the surprise on his face deepened.

How had a mere Soul Ancestor gotten in? Had he taken some extraordinary antidote?

"No..." Dugu Bo quickly dismissed the thought.

"There is no medicine in this world that can cure my Jade-Scaled Snake Emperor Poison. And besides... my poison formation seems to have had no effect on him whatsoever."

That was strange.

A forty-fourth-ranked Soul Ancestor could actually ignore his deadly poison?

That brat definitely had some secret.

"Hmph. Whoever you are, since you've come, don't think of leaving."

Killing intent flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes.

What he hated most was being disturbed while suppressing his poison.

He slowly raised his withered right hand, and a mass of emerald-green soul power began to gather wildly in his palm.

Meanwhile, Ning Chen, who was flying toward the center of the poison mist, suddenly felt a powerful sense of danger closing in from every direction.

He abruptly halted his flying sword and went fully on guard.

"It's here!"

The instant the thought crossed his mind,

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Sharp whistling sounds suddenly rang out from the poison mist all around him.

Immediately afterward, dozens of emerald-green energy spheres formed from pure toxic soul power shot at Ning Chen from all directions and every treacherous angle, blotting out the sky!

These energy spheres were incredibly fast, and they sealed off every route of escape!

"This is bad!"

Ning Chen's heart tightened at the sight.

That old bastard had gone straight for a killing move, giving him no chance to react!

Faced with such a dense barrage, Ning Chen knew taking it head-on was definitely not a wise choice.

Although his Scorching Heaven Sword Ward possessed astonishing defensive power, enduring so many attacks at once would inevitably consume a massive amount of soul power.

So instead of defending, he made a decision that even Dugu Bo had not expected.

"Scorching Heaven Sword-Shadow Step!"

Ning Chen shouted softly, and the Emperor-Slaying Sword beneath his feet instantly became an afterimage.

His entire body darted and weaved through the gaps between those tightly packed energy spheres at unimaginable angles and along impossible trajectories!

Scorching Heaven Sword-Shadow Step!

This was a top-tier movement technique Ning Chen had created himself by combining certain principles of movement techniques he had learned at Spirit Hall with his own understanding of the sword!

Once activated, it made his figure elusive and extraordinarily agile. Every movement also left behind a flame-forged sword shadow, real and false indistinguishable, to confuse his enemies.

Most importantly, this movement technique consumed almost no soul power!

In midair, Ning Chen's figure turned into dozens of dark-red phantoms, dancing gracefully amid the rain of emerald-green energy spheres.

Each immensely powerful energy sphere brushed past his body, yet none could so much as touch a corner of his clothing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All the energy spheres struck empty space, setting off a chain of violent explosions in the poison mist and sending waves of air rolling outward.

Once the shockwaves from the explosions dispersed, Ning Chen's figure reappeared in midair. He was still standing firmly atop the Emperor-Slaying Sword, his armor spotless.

"What incredible movement!"

An aged voice came from the poison mist ahead, carrying unconcealed surprise.

"To completely evade this old man's attacks... you little brat do have some skill."

As his words fell, the poison mist around Ning Chen instantly vanished.

"What the hell? The poison mist is gone?"

Just then,

Dugu Bo's gaunt figure appeared soundlessly not far in front of Ning Chen. His eyes, glowing a sinister green, were fixed on him.

Looking at the green-haired old man before him, whose entire body radiated danger, Ning Chen inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

At last, I forced this old poison freak out!

He then dismissed his armor, revealing his handsome face. He leaped down from his flying sword and landed steadily on the ground.

He put away the Emperor-Slaying Sword and clasped his hands in salute to Dugu Bo, neither humble nor overbearing.

"This junior, Ning Chen, greets Senior Dugu."

At that moment, Dugu Bo floated in midair, looking down as he scrutinized Ning Chen below.

When he clearly saw Ning Chen's excessively youthful face, a trace of surprise flashed through his cloudy eyes.

So young?

Judging by his bone age, this brat was at most fourteen or fifteen, wasn't he?