Bibi Dong, You Wouldn't Want... Would You?

When Gu Rong arrived, the fighters in midair broke off their clashes. The three sides faced one another.

Tang Hao surveyed the scene. Seven Gugas guarded Xiao Wu at the center of the crowd, Spirit Hall watched her like a tiger eyeing its prey, and four Titled Douluo—Gu Rong, Chen Xin, Yang Wudi, and Dugu Bo—stood shoulder to shoulder on Linyuan Pavilion's side. He was alone. Staying any longer would gain him nothing.

He gave a heavy snort, put away the Clear Sky Hammer, flashed to Tang San's side, scooped him up, and flew off.

Only after he had flown far away did his voice drift back. "Just you wait. I'll be back."

Lin Yuan could not help grumbling. If you're running away, just run. Why put on an act? "I'll be back"? What are you, the Big Bad Wolf?

With Tang Hao gone, only two sides remained in the standoff. Lin Yuan shot Dugu Bo a look.

Dugu Bo understood. A wicked grin spread across his face as he raised a hand. In an instant, vast swathes of emerald poison mist surged skyward, then rolled inward and gathered at his fingertip into a dark-green Poison Pill that hung in midair. The moment it appeared, the Titled Douluo present all changed expression. Every one of them sensed the terrifying poison condensed inside it.

Then Lin Yuan addressed Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness, you wouldn't want Spirit City to become a city of the dead, would you?"

"If this thing explodes, the poison mist will cover the whole city in a few breaths. Not a person or beast will be left alive. Your Holiness, think carefully."

They all knew Lin Yuan was not joking. Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison was notorious; even a Titled Douluo would find it troublesome to be