As Long as This Seat Does Not Wish to Die, Who Can Kill Him?

The sky gradually darkened.

On a path outside Notting City.

"Ning Wen, where are we going?"

Xiao Wu turned to him, her wide eyes full of curiosity.

In all her life, she had only been to the Great Star Dou Forest, Notting City, and the small villages nearby.

"The Sunset Forest," Ning Wen said.

He was determined to get the Immortal Herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

The earlier one took an Immortal Herb, the stronger the foundation it built and the more astonishing its effects.

So he planned to try his luck in the Sunset Forest.

If that failed, he would go to the Heaven Dou Imperial Junior Soul Master Academy and make contact with Dugu Yan.

Once he knew Dugu Yan, he would have no trouble meeting Dugu Bo.

As for the poison formation Dugu Bo had set around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, it was no concern with Sword Douluo Chen Xin around.

This was not the era of Legend of the Dragon King twenty thousand years later. Forget a Titled Douluo—even an ordinary Soul Douluo could easily break through it.

Just then, a fierce Killing Aura swept without warning from the woods ahead, so cold it seemed capable of freezing blood!

The temperature in the surrounding forest plummeted. Wild grass and shrubs beside the road withered and yellowed as soon as the baleful aura touched them.

Xiao Wu went rigid, her scalp prickling. She hurried to Ning Wen's side and clutched his sleeve, her face turning deathly pale.

It's him!

It has to be Tang Hao!

So you've finally decided to act?

The mighty Clear Sky Douluo, hunting down a three-ring Soul Elder and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that has yet to come into her own.

Wouldn't word of that disgrace every Titled Douluo?

But fine. If you insist on seeking death, don't blame This Seat for showing no mercy!

Ning Wen's eyes darkened, but he showed no panic.

He looked toward the depths of the shadowy Dense Forest ahead.

A heartbeat later, a hunched figure in black appeared soundlessly before Ning Wen and Xiao Wu.

Most terrifying of all were the nine Soul Rings rising slowly around him, one above another!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Xiao Wu's breath caught.

She had long suspected that the person lurking in the shadows was a Titled Douluo.

The reason was simple: only a human expert of that level could see that she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

She had not expected him to possess a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring too!

Truthfully, Xiao Wu's luck was terrible.

Who would have thought she could run into a Titled Douluo in such a backwater?

The black-robed man raised a hand and pulled back his hood.

He had the rugged face of a middle-aged man, with untidy stubble, sunken eyes, and a cold glint in his clouded gaze.

"Boy, don't blame me. Blame your bad luck!"

Tang Hao spoke, his voice brimming with murderous intent.

To him, Ning Wen clearly came from no ordinary background. That meant the boy had to die here.

If Ning Wen made it home alive and brought a Titled Douluo from the power behind him, Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be exposed.

You think you can kill This Seat?

My fate is not heaven's to decide. Heaven may perish, but I shall not. Through a thousand turns of reincarnation, I remain.

As long as This Seat does not wish to die, who can kill him?

Ning Wen: "..."

Come on, that's taking it a bit far!

Heaven could perish and you'd still be standing? Who says that?

In some fantasy worlds, a single bolt of heavenly lightning would strike you half-dead for it!

Though you bear the title Clear Sky Douluo, you are still no more than dust in This Seat's eyes.

Mortals fear power. The strong defy heaven.

Even without the full strength This Seat once possessed, I will not tolerate insolence from a mere ant.

This Seat has no desire to kill, but has never feared doing so. If you insist on courting death, This Seat shall oblige.

Ning Wen looked up at the sky, speechless.

You're not going to stop, are you?

You were doing fine before!

You'd barely say a few words all day!

What's gotten into you now?

Do you only get this talkative in front of the original story's heroine?

The problem is, she can't even hear you!

I'm the one who has to put up with it!

Honestly, Ning Wen wanted a different cheat.

Unlike Ning Wen, Xiao Wu had clearly believed every word. Her fear eased at once.

She lifted her clear eyes to Ning Wen, gazing at him with open admiration.

"Is that so?"

Far from afraid, Ning Wen gave a cold smile. "Then let's see if you can take my life!"

"You have a death wish!"

A savage light flared in Tang Hao's eyes. Killing intent turned his clouded gaze bloodred.

Even a Soul Douluo—or a Titled Douluo—would tremble and bow before him, let alone a mere three-ring Soul Elder.

Yet this boy dared to provoke him!

Divine Slaughter's Domain erupted.

The Clear Sky Sect had already sealed its gates and withdrawn from the world because of what he had done years ago. It was struggling enough.

Tang Hao could not drag the sect into more trouble.

So he chose Divine Slaughter's Domain.

The Douluo Continent had plenty of Martial Souls associated with killing intent.

No one would imagine that the mighty Clear Sky Douluo would use Divine Slaughter's Domain to kill a brat with only three rings.

Besides, few people in the world knew he possessed Divine Slaughter's Domain.

Dense Killing Aura bore down with crushing force. The ground cracked, stones flew, and the surrounding trees withered in an instant.

The air grew thick and stifling. Oppressive pressure blanketed everything, and even the evening breeze seemed to freeze in place.

Divine Slaughter's Domain. That reminds This Seat of that bastard Asura!

After This Seat ascended to the Divine Realm, Tang San—the new Asura God—died. So Evil and Kindness, the two God Kings, caught Asura after he'd already made his escape and dragged him back.

After that, he opposed This Seat at every turn. What was the big deal? This Seat only killed one of his successors!

The corner of Ning Wen's mouth twitched.

Who knew how long the Asura God had spent finding a successor like that?

He had finally managed to leave, only to be dragged back.

It was like handing in your resignation, getting your boss's approval, then having it rejected because your replacement was no good. You could only trudge back to work.

Anyone would resent the person responsible.

And you think you're the wronged one?

The real surprise is that you two could work together at all.

Fortunately, This Seat beat Asura into submission!

That taught him to oppose This Seat at every turn and shoot me dirty looks!

After beating him, This Seat felt wonderfully refreshed.

Unfortunately, Asura couldn't take a beating. Before This Seat had even had enough, he threw up both hands and surrendered. How dull.

Ning Wen could barely keep a straight face.

You beat him into submission? Just like that?

And you're complaining that the Asura God couldn't take a beating?

This Voice Pack is unbelievably arrogant!

In an instant, Ning Wen's image of the cold, domineering Asura God collapsed. Now he could only picture a miserable employee bullied by a tyrant, furious but unable to say a word.