Dugu Bo vs. Tang Shuo?! So What If You're a Titled Douluo?!

The man's hair and beard were completely white, and his frame was lean.

Yet his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He was the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

When Dugu Bo saw Dugu Yan being "restrained" by Tang Shuo, his face immediately darkened.

He suddenly waved a hand.

An immense force descended from above.

"You little brat, you've got some nerve!"

"You dare bully my precious granddaughter?"

Dugu Bo's tone was filled with anger.

With a flick of his wrist.

Tang Shuo felt an irresistible force strike him.

His body was instantly swept up by that force and sent flying straight out of the training grounds.

Dugu Yan suddenly snapped back to her senses.

Seeing Tang Shuo being flung away by her grandfather, her face turned pale at once.

"Grandpa!"

She cried out in panic.

"Stop!"

Ignoring the numbness still lingering in her body.

She desperately ran toward the outside of the training grounds.

"He didn't bully me!"

"He really didn't!"

Dugu Yan's voice trembled with tears as she anxiously tried to explain.

But Dugu Bo turned a deaf ear.

Like an eagle snatching a chick, he seized Tang Shuo's shoulder with one hand.

Soul power surged violently from his palm.

He intended to teach this brat who had dared to "bully" his granddaughter an unforgettable lesson.

Dugu Bo was a Titled Douluo.

The force of one palm from him...

Was enough to crush mountains.

Terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Tang Shuo's entire body.

Tang Shuo stood where he was, his body unmoving.

To him, that immense pressure was no more than a breeze brushing against his face.

Dugu Bo frowned deeply.

This brat was not even ten years old.

Yet he could withstand the pressure of a level ninety-one Titled Douluo without using Spirit Rings?

This completely exceeded his understanding.

He had assumed Tang Shuo was merely an ordinary Great Soul Master.

He had not expected this brat to have some real ability.

"Interesting."

Dugu Bo muttered quietly.

The soul power in his hand intensified once more.

This time, he held nothing back.

The soul power of a level ninety-one Titled Douluo erupted completely.

Like monstrous waves, it instantly swallowed Tang Shuo whole.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

As though unable to bear the crushing weight, the ground let out faint creaking sounds.

Dugu Yan ran forward, and when she saw her grandfather increase his strength, her heart leaped into her throat.

"Grandpa!"

She shouted again, her voice choking with tears.

Tang Shuo raised his eyes and looked at Dugu Bo.

The next moment.

Two Spirit Rings silently rose beneath his feet.

The first Spirit Ring was a deep black.

The second Spirit Ring was also a deep black.

The two Spirit Rings revolved around him, giving off an ancient and majestic aura.

Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted.

For the first time, shock appeared on his rigid face.

He stared at the two black Spirit Rings around Tang Shuo.

Two Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

A brat under ten years old!

With the cultivation of a Great Soul Master.

How was that possible?

Dugu Bo had lived for more than ninety years and was a Titled Douluo.

Even he only possessed a few Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings.

Yet this brat was merely a Great Soul Master.

How had he done it?

Dugu Bo's heart churned like a raging sea.

What kind of monster was this brat?

Tang Shuo looked Dugu Bo directly in the eye.

"It's understandable that you want to test my strength."

He gently raised a hand and patted the hand Dugu Bo had placed on his shoulder.

Dugu Bo felt a strange force travel from Tang Shuo's palm.

It was not fierce, yet it carried an inexplicable penetrating power.

It made him loosen his grip instinctively.

"But if you intend to kill me."

Tang Shuo paused.

"Then the trouble in your body."

"No one will be able to solve it."

Dugu Bo was taken aback.

"What trouble do I have?"

"My poison arts are unmatched across the Douluo Continent. Do I need a junior like you to tell me that I have a problem?"

Tang Shuo looked at Dugu Bo.

"Isn't your poison."

"Your greatest problem?"

Dugu Bo's eyes narrowed slightly.

His poison had indeed plagued him all his life.

It was a chronic ailment that could not be cured, only suppressed through his cultivation realm.

Tang Shuo gave him no time to think and continued.

"Your precious granddaughter is pitiful too."

His gaze shifted to the anxious Dugu Yan nearby.

When Dugu Yan was glanced at by him, her body trembled instinctively.

Tang Shuo withdrew his gaze, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

"She is as beautiful as a flower, yet she may not be able to cultivate to the same level as you, old man."

"And die young instead."

"Wouldn't that be a pity?"

Tang Shuo's words caused Dugu Bo's expression to change drastically.

Dugu Yan's poison was his greatest regret and fear in this life.

It was almost an irreversible fate.

Dugu Bo's face darkened slightly, but he gave nothing away.

"Junior, you certainly talk big."

Dugu Bo snorted coldly, and even more majestic soul power spread from his body.

He wanted to see whether this brat could still remain so calm beneath the full force of his pressure.

Tang Shuo remained where he was, his posture as upright as ever.

He felt the invisible pressure in the surrounding air.

That pressure was indeed somewhat heavier than before.

Like a tangible burden pressing down upon his shoulders.

The next moment.

An invisible wave of power rippled outward from Tang Shuo's body.

With only a slight tremor.

The soul power Dugu Bo had released suddenly came to a halt.

Then, that vast pressure rebounded in an unbelievable manner.

Tang Shuo did not move in the slightest.

Instead, Dugu Bo's expression changed slightly.

He felt an immense force surging in from all directions, making his steps falter.

Thud!

Dugu Bo instinctively took half a step back.

Only half a step.

But to a Titled Douluo, it was already an enormous humiliation.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes.

Just as he was about to strike again.

A petite figure suddenly rushed in front of Tang Shuo.

Dugu Yan spread her arms wide, shielding Tang Shuo behind her.

"Grandpa!"

Her voice choked with tears, yet it was incomparably resolute.

"He really is my friend!"

"He didn't bully me!"

Dugu Yan turned around, her reddened eyes looking at Dugu Bo.

"Don't hurt him!"

Dugu Bo's hand hung in midair.

Looking at the tear-streaked cheeks of his precious granddaughter, he finally lowered his hand slowly.

He stared at Tang Shuo, his gaze complicated.

"You're saying?"

His tone softened considerably.

"You can treat the poison in my body?"

"And the poison in Yan'er's body as well?"

There was a trace of scrutiny in Dugu Bo's eyes.

Tang Shuo nodded calmly.

"Why should I believe you?"

Dugu Bo looked at the child before him, who was not even ten years old.

He had spent his entire life unable to solve this problem.

Yet Tang Shuo claimed that he could.

"Because no one else can do it."

Tang Shuo's voice was steady, without the slightest hint of boasting.

"However."

He paused.

"We'll need the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo's pupils shrank slightly.

That place was his secret and the foundation of his poison arts.

Outsiders could not possibly know of it.

The suspicion in his gaze toward Tang Shuo deepened.