Yue Guan: Yang Wudi, you're the real master of dirty tricks

The next morning, Lin Yuan, Dugu Bo, and Yang Wudi brewed tea in the courtyard.

"Old Yang, teaming up with Little Moon really takes your dirty tricks beyond all bounds," Dugu Bo remarked, lifting his cup for a sip.

That immediately piqued Lin Yuan's interest. "Beyond all bounds? How so?"

Dugu Bo set down his cup and raised an eyebrow. "Old Yang activates every enhancement and charges up his ninth soul skill. Once he's finished charging, Little Moon teleports him right in front of someone, and he blasts them with his ultimate attack. Who could react to that?"

A smile tugged at Lin Yuan's lips as he teased, "Not bad, Old Yang. With dirty tricks like that, you've really made something of your life."

"What dirty tricks? It's called catching the enemy by surprise. Just tell me whether it's powerful or not." As the two traded remarks, Yang Wudi's face darkened.

As they spoke, they suddenly looked up toward the distance in unison.

They sensed the auras of more than a dozen Titled Douluo sweeping in from afar, drawing closer and closer.

"They're here." Lin Yuan set down his tea bowl.

Without wasting another moment, the three rose into the air and streaked toward the sky outside Linyuan Pavilion.

More than a dozen figures tore through the air and came to a simultaneous halt outside Linyuan Pavilion.

The figure at the front wore a purple-gold crown and a radiant golden gown. It was none other than Pope Bibi Dong. Behind her, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Demon Bear, and Ghost Leopard stood in a row, all of them Super Douluo. Farther back, Spirit Hall's elders spread out, every one of them a Titled Douluo. More than a dozen Titled Douluo unleashed their pressure at once, forcing the trees throughout the forest