The sudden surge in the Titled Douluo's Soul Power pressure left many nearby passersby struggling to breathe. Sima Lanxiao, standing at the very front, nearly summoned his Battle Armor.
"Wait." Long Yue pressed a hand onto Sima Lanxiao's shoulder, his dark red eyes filled with nothing but excitement. "Since His Eminence the Poison Douluo wishes to test me, I'll gladly see it through."
Sima Lanxiao opened his mouth, then nodded. "If you can handle it yourself, then it's yours to handle."
Once Sima Lanxiao had retreated a good distance, Dugu Bo increased the Soul Power pressure further.
Cracks spread across the ground in layers. By the time the pressure concentrated on Long Yue, it had reached the full force of a level 70 Soul Saint.
Yu Xiaogang shielded Tang San as they retreated to the edge of the spectator stands, whispering, "The Poison Douluo really is temperamental."
Tang San hurriedly covered the Grandmaster's mouth. "Teacher, don't say things like that. It could get your head cut off."
Tang San knew that once powerful cultivators reached profound heights, not even the faintest sound nearby could escape their ears.
If Dugu Bo was that kind of expert, he would have heard Yu Xiaogang's complaint just now.
"Did you skip breakfast?"
Unlike Yu Xiaogang's sneaky grumbling, Long Yue mocked him openly.
"..." Dugu Bo was speechless.
The pressure continued to rise, soon reaching the level of a level 80 Soul Douluo.
The pressure of a level 80 Soul Douluo was concentrated solely on Long Yue, a Soul Ancestor. Even Xue Ye was visibly moved by the sight.
"Sect Master Ning, can Long Yue hold on?"
Please don't let Dugu Bo's Soul Power pressure crush him to death at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"He should be able to." Ning Fengzhi was primarily watching