I'll Make You a Bet (Please Recommend and Bookmark)

The Xiling Mountains!

Vast Sea City lay less than a hundred li away. After traveling through the night, Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and the others could almost smell the sea breeze, so different from the inland air, with its faint salty tang.

Tang San's spirits lifted, and he said:

"Let's pick up the pace. Once we're out at sea, even Spirit Hall won't be able to find us, no matter how hard they hunt!"

Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all agreed. Oscar kept making Big Sausages to restore everyone else's strength.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were both seasoned veterans of the Soul Master World. At a moment this critical, they were less inclined than ever to lower their guard.

A single lapse could bring disaster down on their heads.

Suddenly, Bone Douluo's expression shifted. His face darkened, and he shouted:

"This is bad! There's a spatial disturbance around us!"

Sure enough, the sky tore open a moment later. Qian Daoliu stepped out of the rift, nine Soul Rings circling him: eight black and one red.

His gaze swept over the group before fixing squarely on Tang San.

The anger pent up in his chest surged straight to his head, and a killing intent cold enough to pierce bone erupted from him.

Tang San!

This little bastard was the one who would become the Dual God Fusion of the Sea God and Asura God, destroy his Spirit Hall, and strip his granddaughter Qian Renxue of her divine position.

Tang San would smash everything he treasured to pieces. There was no way Qian Daoliu would let him leave alive today.

"Tang San, it's fortunate this old man arrived in time. I've finally found you."

"Not bad. A promising young talent, handsome and well-built. What a pity. Why did you have to make an enemy of Spirit Hall?"

"Wasn't it even a Spirit Hall deacon who awakened your Martial Soul? You benefited from Spirit Hall, then turned around and fought us."

"No wonder even Xiao Ran on the Sky Screen called you a hypocrite with double standards."

Tang San's heart sank. Every nerve drew taut. Never in his life had he seen anyone tear space apart.

There was no mistake. This was Qian Daoliu!

The man who, alongside Tang San's great-grandfather, was known as one of the Soul Master World's two towering peaks.

"Senior, I'm only a Soul Emperor, while you're already a Peerless Douluo. It wouldn't be fitting for you to hunt me down yourself. You'd be using your strength to bully the weak."

"How about a bet? Suppress your Soul Power to my level and don't use your seventh, eighth, or ninth Soul Rings. If you can defeat me, I'll submit to whatever you decide without resisting."

"On the other hand, if I win by some stroke of luck, I ask that you show mercy and let us put out to sea."

"When I become a Peerless Douluo, I'll return and fight you fairly."

"Hahahaha..." Qian Daoliu laughed, his voice carrying a hundred li. The whole sky echoed with it.

"A bet? You can shove your bet up your ass!"

"I came today to tear you out by the roots, you little bastard. You destroyed this old man's Spirit Hall, stripped my granddaughter of her divine position, and left her Soul Power trapped forever at rank eighty-nine. After that, only one of us can live."

"And you still think I'd make a bet and show you mercy? You really fucking believe that because you're destiny's chosen son, blessed with good fortune, nobody can touch you?"

Qian Daoliu was furious.

He had always been a man of restraint, but facing Tang San today, he swore for the first time.

That alone showed how deeply he hated Tang San.

He had already sent Golden Crocodile and the others to wipe out the Clear Sky Sect. As long as Tang San died before his eyes, Spirit Hall and his granddaughter Qian Renxue could rest easy.

Tang San looked stifled with frustration. Ever since returning from his studies at Moonlight Pavilion, he had considered himself a member of the aristocracy. Even his cultivated manners could not stop his face from heating at Qian Daoliu's insults.

"Senior, we're both men of standing. Why be so aggressive? We can settle this another way."

"Spare my life today, and when I become the Dual God Fusion of the Sea God and Asura God, I'll spare your granddaughter's life. Wouldn't that suit us both?"

With a thought, Qian Daoliu unleashed the Angel Domain, sending it sweeping out in every direction.

"While I'm here, you still think you'll become a Dual God Fusion? Dream on. Die, you wretched Tang San!"

At that hair's-breadth moment!

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stepped in front of Tang San, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun.

Sword Douluo roared:

"Run! Get as far away as you can! You'll be safe once you reach the sea. We'll hold Qian Daoliu off."

An eerie, ominous aura poured from Bone Douluo.

"I've never fought a Peerless Douluo before. Ha! Today I finally get to see what it's like. What a thrill! You old sword bastard, don't hold me back."

A fierce courage rose in Sword Douluo. He was a swordsman, and a swordsman pressed forward. Even knowing the enemy before him was one he could not defeat, he did not lack the courage to draw his sword.

"Me, hold you back? You're the one who'll hold me back!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes brimmed with tears. Her heart trembled. Facing Qian Daoliu, a Peerless Douluo, she knew the chances were grim for her beloved Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone.

Tang San gritted his teeth. He knew what fate had in store for him, and he had no intention of dying here.

No one had yet called him God King Tang. He could not accept dying before that happened. He had to get out alive.

"Rongrong, hurry! Don't waste the chance Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are buying us."

Oscar grabbed Ning Rongrong and pushed a Flying Mushroom Sausage into her mouth.

"Rongrong, as long as we make it out alive, we'll have our day to avenge them."

The fat on Ma Hongjun's body quivered. He snatched a Flying Mushroom Sausage from Oscar and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed, he said:

"That's right, Rongrong. We're running for our lives. We can't hesitate for even a second."

Tang San, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun flew ahead with all their strength. Ning Rongrong looked back at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, thinking this might be the last time she ever saw Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone.

Under the Angel Domain!

The eerie, ominous aura around Bone Douluo was like winter snow meeting the warm spring sun. It melted in an instant, drawing a heart-rending scream from him.

Against Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Bone Douluo's Bone Dragon Martial Soul was utterly suppressed.

"Old Bones!"

Sword Douluo's face changed. He unleashed his Seven Kill Domain and barely carved out a space within the Angel Domain that the purifying power could not reach.

But the Seven Kill Domain made no distinction between friend and foe.

Bone Douluo bared his teeth and grimaced, as though blade after blade were scraping across his body.

"You old sword bastard, why did you have to develop such a damned domain? It attacks allies and enemies alike, so you can't even use it most of the time. The moment you do, I'm the first one to suffer."

Killing intent surged from Sword Douluo. He was ready to die here. "Stop complaining. Better to take a beating from my Seven Kill Domain than from Qian Daoliu's Angel Domain. That would truly be a fate worse than death."