Chen Xin: Could I Really Not Be His Match? Impossible!

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi stared in disbelief at Gu Rong, who was kneeling on one knee.

A level ninety-five Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo, renowned as the strongest defense in the world, was actually kneeling before a blond young man and repeatedly calling him "Master Apollo."

Was this some kind of joke?

The two exchanged a glance, both recalling Gu Rong's unusual behavior recently.

Chen Xin especially remembered that lingering sense of unease. Now, everything connected.

The Seven Kill Sword appeared in his hand, its tip pointed directly at the blond figure. "Who exactly are you? What did you do to Gu Rong?"

His old friend of decades had bloodshot eyes and an expression of fanatical devotion as he called a young man his master. How could Chen Xin not be shocked and enraged?

Ning Fengzhi fixed his gaze on Gu Rong's scarlet eyes. There was definitely something wrong with them.

Ning Fengzhi spoke in a grave voice as well. "Who exactly are you, sir? Why have you done this to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian Douluo...?"

Beiming Lieyang turned around and looked at them with an ambiguous smile.

Golden hair, red eyes, and a youthful face—yet he carried an immense majesty, as though a sun had descended upon the center of the spirit fighting arena.

Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi recognized that face at the same time.

It was precisely the young man they had just been discussing, the one Poison Douluo treated with utmost respect.

"Wasn't Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo looking for me earlier?"

"You were just discussing how to find me. Why do you suddenly not recognize me now?"

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly. "Then Dugu Bo is under your control as well?"

"Not at all. He owes me a favor."

"Unlike Gu