Immediately afterward, two figures, one old and one young, landed steadily atop the giant serpent's head.
The old man's hair and beard were green, his eyes as cold and sinister as a venomous snake's. Nine Soul Rings pulsed around him, radiating the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo.
It was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.
The purple-haired girl standing behind him was Dugu Yan, whom Xiong Shaoqing had taught a lesson on the main road several days earlier.
"Grandpa, it's him!"
Dugu Yan spotted Xiong Shaoqing at the very front of the group at once.
Grievances old and new surged into her heart. Stamping her feet in fury, she pointed at Xiong Shaoqing and shouted, "That's the bastard! A few days ago, he not only ruined things for me, he even dared to insult and curse you! You have to teach him a proper lesson today!"
Dugu Bo followed his granddaughter's pointing finger, his gaze sinister.
But his eyes swept past Xiong Shaoqing and finally settled on the stunning woman wearing a purple-gold crown and holding a scepter. His pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints.
The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.
Dugu Bo's heart shook.
Accustomed to going his own way, he despised behemoths like Spirit Hall most of all.
Years ago, he had nearly been hunted down and killed by the Doulou of the Chrysanthemum and Ghost for refusing to join Spirit Hall.
"Bibi Dong, you brought people trespassing into my Secluded Cultivation Grounds and even broke my Poison Array. What are you after? Do you really think I'm afraid of your Spirit Hall?"
Dugu Bo forced himself to remain composed, barking fiercely despite his inner apprehension as poisonous mist churned around him.
Bibi Dong sneered and slammed her scepter against the ground.
"Dugu Bo, I have