As for Dugu Bo, whom Chen Xuanqing had defeated, he stood quietly to one side, a barely perceptible trace of dejection in his eyes.
Only moments ago, he had been brimming with confidence, believing his poison arts had reached the pinnacle of mastery. Defeating a Soul Douluo should have been as easy as plucking something from his palm.
Yet today's battle had shown Dugu Bo what a true genius was.
A jumble of emotions churned in Dugu Bo's heart: resentment at his defeat, but also admiration for Chen Xuanqing's strength.
His defeat had been justified. Chen Xuanqing's strength truly surpassed his own.
Dugu Bo found that realization difficult to accept, but what he felt most was helplessness and regret.
Seeing this, Dugu Yan hurried over from his side and asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you all right?"
There was a hint of worry in her voice. She feared this defeat would deal her grandfather a crushing blow.
Dugu Bo gently shook his head, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "I'm fine."
Although Dugu Bo's voice was calm, it carried an indescribable heaviness.
"Losing to a young man is certainly a little embarrassing," Dugu Bo continued. "But I also understand that this world is always full of surprises. I lost to him today, but in the future, more and more people will lose to him. He has boundless potential and talent. One day, he will stand at the summit and become a truly mighty figure."
Dugu Bo's words were filled with hope for Chen Xuanqing and acknowledgment of his ability, while also revealing helplessness and wistful reflection about the future.
Meanwhile, everyone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wore expressions of astonishment. Their sect master, Ning Fengzhi, in particular, stared at Chen Xuanqing with a sharp gleam in his