Hearing Dugu Bo say this, Tang Chuan's brows furrowed slightly, and he was just about to explain.
But then he felt a fierce pressure bearing down on him again.
In an instant, Dugu Bo suddenly raised a hand, seized Tang Chuan by the throat, and slowly lifted him into the air.
"You—" Tang Chuan instantly felt his throat tighten. His breathing grew ragged, and he could not make a sound. The world spun around him, and his vision blurred.
Just as Tang Chuan felt he was almost unable to hold on, his eyes flickered, and blue-gold light suddenly flared from his body—his Self-Created Soul Skill activated!
The next second.
A straw man that looked exactly like Tang Chuan appeared in Dugu Bo's hand. The straw man's eyes were hollow and lifeless, its body still held in the posture of being lifted just now.
"W-what kind of soul skill is this?!"
Looking at the scene before him, Dugu Bo froze slightly. A trace of astonishment and confusion flashed through his originally calm gaze, and he spoke in disbelief.
He had never expected the young man before him to escape his control in such a short time, much less use this method to make him grab the wrong target entirely.
Just as Dugu Bo was feeling puzzled, a clear voice came from not far away:
"Senior Dugu, you may have misunderstood me."
"How could I possibly harm your granddaughter? What reason would I have to harm her?"
Dugu Bo abruptly raised his head and saw Tang Chuan's figure appear once more.
At this moment, the latter was standing in the shadows at the end of the path, only a dozen or so steps away from him.
The soul skill Tang Chuan had used just now was precisely his Self-Created Soul Skill, Blue