"I never imagined the Young Master possessed such an earth-shaking, domineering divine weapon. Truly breathtaking!"
Snake Lance Douluo's voice brimmed with wonder, sincere admiration shining in his eyes.
Such a prodigy was truly a rarity in this world, his extraordinary gifts commanding admiration.
Sword Douluo, who had an arm hooked around Snake Lance Douluo's shoulders, also nodded lightly in profound agreement.
"Before such power, even the lofty gods would have to retreat three leagues. Or rather, it could actually stand above the gods, deciding life and death with a single thought!"
With that, Sword Douluo turned his penetrating gaze toward Snake Lance Douluo.
"For you to have secured such a prodigy as your Young Master is a blessing for your Spirit Hall!"
At those words, Snake Lance Douluo's lips curled into a smug smile.
"Hehe!"
Then he changed the subject.
"By the way, if the Young Master has such a powerful weapon, why did he still need to agree to a one-move contest with him?"
"Why not just skewer him to death?"
A hint of bewilderment colored his tone.
Sword Douluo shook his head lightly, a trace of resignation flashing through his eyes.
Then he gave Snake Lance Douluo a casual glance.
"That's called securing victory by playing it safe!"
"Those things Young Friend Chen said at the start were just to make Mountain God feel there was an enormous gap between them, so he would lower his guard."
"If Mountain God attacked outright, Young Friend Chen wouldn't be completely certain of defeating him!"
The Star Luo Empire battlefield.
Every Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall present had suffered grievous injuries without exception. The brutality of the scene made the heart tremble.
An indescribable silence hung in the air.
Only Wind God stood alone and proud among the shattered walls