Chen Jue and the president quickly looked up as well.
An aloof figure stepped leisurely out of the depths of the void, his strides carrying an air of indifference.
Nine Soul Rings blazed around him like stars, weaving a magnificent tableau that made their hearts tremble.
He had come because Prince Xue Xing had previously sent someone to tell the Poison Douluo to come over. The prince wanted to kill someone.
As his foot came down, an invisible yet immense pressure erupted, sweeping through the entire space like mountains collapsing and ocean tides surging.
That pressure carried the aura of deadly poison, catching the nearby attendants off guard and turning their faces pale.
Their bodies went limp, and they collapsed to the floor, sinking into a deep unconsciousness.
To the president, this scene was undoubtedly shocking beyond measure.
He remembered this man. He had once had the good fortune to see him following behind Prince Xue Xing.
He seemed to be one of Prince Xue Xing's men.
"I'm done for!"
A heavy pall settled over the president's heart, and deep worry clouded his brow.
He feared that the Titled Douluo before him would be unable to deal with Chen Jue and would use him instead to settle the matter.
Boohoo, I'm so unlucky!
Is this my punishment for leaving home without checking the almanac?
The moment he saw Prince Xue Xing's corpse, the Poison Douluo flew into a rage.
With a mere lift of his hand, he effortlessly hoisted the president into the air, unmistakable authority shining in his cold eyes.
"Do you know who died?"
The Poison Douluo's voice was low and forceful, every word striking the president's trembling heart like a heavy hammer.
The sudden interrogation frightened the president until his face turned ashen.
"I-I-I..."
His voice was