"Demon-Suppressing Douluo, may I ask your age? I mean nothing else by it. I'm simply curious."
Zhao Ling did not conceal it either, openly telling everyone. When they heard him say he was thirty-one,
Chen Xin's composure completely crumbled, while Bone Douluo coughed up a great mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
Damn it, did he have to be such a freak? A rank-ninety-four Titled Douluo at thirty-one? How could such a freak exist in this world?
With a freak like him around, the prodigies of his generation, and even those of the older generation, would be ashamed to death if they compared themselves to him.
Comparing people could drive one to death, just as comparing goods could send them to the trash. In particular, before passing out, Bone Douluo had felt there must be a hole in his head. He had actually wanted to compete with a freak like this. Had he not been completely out of his mind?
Seeing how agitated they were, Zhao Ling curled his lips, rather speechless. He was already thirty-one as a Titled Douluo. What were these people getting so worked up about?
If they knew that, across the five Douluo installments, each successive protagonist became a Titled Douluo earlier than the last, and even became a god earlier, would they not be so ashamed they would bash their heads against the ground?
Seeing both of his sect's guardian Douluos battered beyond recognition in spirit and sinking into withdrawal, the current master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hurriedly cupped his fist and bowed to Xue Ye.
"Your Majesty, I won't disturb you any further. Bone Douluo's injuries are rather severe. I must take him away to recover in peace."
Xue Ye immediately nodded cheerfully, permitting the master of the Seven