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At the center of the deadlocked battlefield of blood and fire, the stooped Elder Shi slowly stepped forward, leaning on an ancient vine staff.
His withered frame looked unusually upright amid the soul power surging throughout the courtyard. His clouded eyes swept over the Black-Robed Man hovering in the air, carrying a dull, heavy chill like metal scraping bone. "The Crimson Church? I underestimated you gutter rats. To think you would show yourselves so brazenly in Heaven Dou City."
Of the three remaining men in gold-trimmed black robes, one strolled lightly through the air toward him.
He stood straight as a pine, his movements retaining the leisurely elegance of a young nobleman from a distinguished family. Only the enormous scythe in his hand, wreathed in an eerie black-purple glow, exuded a blood-reeking wind that chilled the heart.
The corners of his lips curved slightly. His voice was clear, and the immense fluctuations of a level 95 Peak Douluo surged around him.
The creases in Elder Shi's gaunt face suddenly deepened. "Dark Fiend Douluo... Luo Ping?"
Luo Ping raised an eyebrow with a soft laugh, brushing his fingertips over the scythe's flowing black-purple halo. "Old man, you know me?"
Elder Shi struck the ground with his vine staff. The dull thud actually drowned out the battlefield's roars. "You injured the Clan Chief of our Chen Clan."
A low growl like grinding gravel rolled from his throat. "You think I wouldn't recognize you?!"
Before his words had faded, his withered left hand flipped a hollow metal sphere the size of a football out of his sleeve, and his five fingers clenched down fiercely.
"An Exquisite Ball?" A trace of viciousness flashed through Luo Ping's eyes. "Trying to send