Du Busi Descends

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted, his emerald snake eyes narrowing into slits as the wrinkles on his sallow face twitched.

A fifty-fourth-level Soul King had taken his sixth soul skill head-on.

Not only had Fang Fan not been killed instantly, he had merely coughed up blood and remained standing tall.

What shocked him even more was that the Jade Phosphorous Serpent poison had failed to invade Fang Fan's body at all.

The young man's sword intent barrier was so domineering that it shredded and isolated the poisonous mist.

Even before Platinum Bishops, the name Poison Douluo had always carried unmatched authority.

Yet today, his attacks had been blocked flawlessly by the sword intent of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy.

If word got out, where would he put his old face?

"Master, do you need me to make a move?"

Du Busi's voice sounded beside Fang Fan's ear, old yet resonant, carrying barely restrained battle intent.

He lurked in the shadows of the void, stroking his dark green beard as genuine amazement surfaced on his aged face.

A level fifty-four Soul King had endured seventy or eighty percent of a ninety-first-level Titled Douluo's strength and only spat out blood.

The Body Sect had seen enough geniuses to fill an entire valley, but there had never been anyone like Fang Fan.

"You may. Go now."

Fang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone calm.

He had fought Dugu Bo to use a Titled Douluo to temper his sword. The Poison Douluo's venom, soul skills, and combat experience were all excellent whetstones.

Now that the sharpening was finished, he would leave the cleanup to a professional.

"Dugu Bo, did you eat shit?

A ninety-first-level Titled Douluo can't even take down a level fifty-four little brat!

Useless trash!"

Prince Xue Xing roared, his eyes bloodshot.

A mighty Titled Douluo could not even defeat a boy of thirteen or fourteen.

If that was not holding back, then what was?

Dugu Bo had grievances he could not voice. The boy's unity of man and sword allowed him to switch between beams of sword light in an instant.

The moment the poisonous mist enveloped him, he was already somewhere else.

If this continued, the Poison Douluo's name would be shattered here today.

A ruthless glint flashed through his eyes as the seventh black ring settled over the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

The Serpent Emperor hissed toward the heavens, its body swelling from more than ten meters to thirty.

Its jade scales flared with cold phosphorescence, while poisonous mist erupted like boiling lava.

Half the sky was dyed dark green.

Immediately afterward, the eighth black ring lit up.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Time Freeze!"

A dark green halo rapidly spread outward. Wherever it passed, the air froze and dust came to a standstill. Even sunlight became viscous.

Every movement and flow of Soul Power within the area halted.

This was Dugu Bo's trump-card control soul skill, enough to trap an opponent of the same level for several breaths.

Fang Fan's body stiffened, and his unity of man and sword was interrupted for the first time. His brow lifted slightly.

A Titled Douluo truly did have a few hidden tricks.

A savage smile had just appeared at the corner of Dugu Bo's lips, as he thought he had finally succeeded.

The next moment, an even more domineering, even more overbearing figure descended from the sky.

The instant he landed, it felt as though the entire academy had sunk an inch.

The Time Freeze domain shattered with a deafening crash like a mirror struck by an iron hammer, its dark green halo exploding into fragments and fading away.

The pressure of a Peak Douluo, so terrifying it suffocated the breath, crashed down like a mountain and blanketed the entire battlefield.

Dugu Bo's expression changed drastically. It felt as though a mountain ten thousand fathoms high had been placed upon his back.

The Soul Power throughout his body stagnated, and his bones crackled sharply.

He gritted his teeth and endured for less than a breath before his legs bent beyond his control.

His knees smashed heavily into the stone pavement, sending spiderweb cracks across it.

The veins on his forehead bulged as he desperately tried to straighten his back, but the pressure was too terrifying.

This was no ordinary Titled Douluo. It was a super powerhouse above level ninety-six.

He abruptly raised his head and saw a white-haired, white-bearded old man in green robes descending from the sky, his entire body packed with knotted muscles.

A dark green aura far stronger than Dugu Bo's radiated from him.

Prince Xue Xing did not last even a breath. With a bang, he was forced directly to his knees.

Xue Beng's corpse slipped from his arms and rolled several times across the ground.

He lay prone, desperately trying to pull Xue Beng back. His fingers scratched pale marks into the stone slabs, yet he could not move even an inch.

His body felt crushed beneath a mountain, his organs nearly flattened.

The two teachers were too stunned to speak.

Dugu Bo, a ninety-first-level Titled Douluo, had been forced to his knees by the green-robed old man's pressure alone.

What alarmed them even more was that Fang Fan, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong stood calmly at the center of that pressure.

It showed that this Peak Douluo had controlled the range of his pressure with absolute precision, targeting only Dugu Bo and Prince Xue Xing while leaving his own side completely unharmed.

He was neither Sword Douluo Chen Xin nor Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

They had both seen the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two guardian deities, and neither looked like this.

This old man exuded overwhelming dominance. His muscles were knotted like an iron tower, and his gaze carried the air of someone who could punch apart a mountain.

"You little poison-user, you dare show off before me?"

Du Busi strode toward Dugu Bo, and the ground shook with every step.

Looking down at the kneeling Dugu Bo, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

"Do you know my name? I'm Du Busi. No poison works on me!"

His palm, as large as a cattail fan, swung out.

It was a completely plain slap, without the enhancement of any soul skill, pure physical strength.

But the physical strength of the Body Sect's master was more terrifying than most soul skills to begin with.

Slap!

The crisp sound exploded like thunder.

Dugu Bo spun through the air like a top as he was flung away.

He rotated seven or eight times in midair, smashed through a stone wall, and crashed into the ruins.

Rubble clattered down and buried half his body.

Du Busi did not spare Dugu Bo another glance before turning and striding toward Fang Fan.

This Peak Douluo, who could punch a Titled Douluo to death with one blow,

restrained all his domineering presence before Fang Fan. He cupped his hands slightly, his tone respectfully natural.

"Master, how should they be dealt with?"

Fang Fan did not answer immediately. His gaze settled on the two pale-faced teachers.

The moment he looked at them, both retreated half a step in unison. Their backs hit a pillar as cold sweat streamed down.

Fang Fan spoke indifferently.

"Didn't you say that strength allows one to stand above everything else?"

The two teachers' lips trembled, but neither could answer a single word.

They had used those very words to persuade Fang Fan just moments ago.

A prince's status was noble and not to be provoked, so he should know when to yield.

Now those words were returned to them unchanged, like an invisible slap that left their faces burning.

Fang Fan did not continue making things difficult for the teachers.

His gaze passed over them and fell upon Prince Xue Xing, who lay on the ground unable to move.

Prince Xue Xing trembled all over, not only from the crushing pressure but also because fear had seized his heart.

A Peak Douluo capable of sending Dugu Bo flying with a single slap was addressing that white-robed youth as "Master" with utmost respect.

He finally realized what kind of existence he had provoked. This was not kicking an iron plate; it was stepping straight into an abyss.

"You wanted to kill me? Exterminate my entire clan?"

Fang Fan walked over, looked down at him, and spoke softly, as if confirming some trivial matter.

"Th-that was a joke!"

Prince Xue Xing hurriedly forced a smile, stretching his mouth nearly to his ears.

Yet that smile looked uglier than crying, every muscle twitching with fear.

Lying prone on the ground, he looked up at the indifferent eyes of the white-robed youth. It felt as though an icy hand had tightly gripped his heart.

He could barely breathe now. How could he dare utter any more arrogant words?

The domineering arrogance with which he had threatened to wipe out someone's entire clan had shattered into nothing the moment Du Busi descended.

Now he only wanted to leave alive. As long as he could survive, he would even kowtow.