Guang Ling Douluo Overwhelms Dugu Bo

"Hahaha!"

Dugu Bo burst into loud laughter, his voice full of disdain. "Kid, you've got guts! I'm a mighty Titled Douluo, and I can't kill some teenage brat like you? What a joke!"

"It'd be as easy as crushing two ants for me to crush the two of you, yet you say I can't kill you?"

"What youthful ignorance!"

Watching Dugu Bo laugh with such contempt, Guang Yu looked at him as though he were an idiot.

But Dugu Bo could hardly be blamed. Guang Ling's appearance really did make people lower their guard.

"I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, give it a try!"

Guang Ling shrugged, still looking harmless and innocent.

"Hehehahaha! Fine! Then this old man will send you to your deaths!" Dugu Bo truly laughed. He had never seen such fearless young people.

Was this what they called youthful recklessness—ignorant and fearless?

"It's over. Die!"

A faint smile curled Dugu Bo's lips as he swung his palm toward Guang Ling and Guang Yu, intending to kill them both.

He could already imagine the two of them being smashed into bloody pulp.

Yet Guang Ling merely raised an arm and lightly extended his little finger, effortlessly blocking Dugu Bo's palm strike.

Bang! Boom, boom!

"What?!" Dugu Bo's expression changed drastically.

His smile instantly vanished, and he could no longer laugh. Terror quickly filled his face.

"How is this possible?!"

Because a force several times stronger than Dugu Bo's own had erupted from Guang Ling's body.

"Get lost!"

Guang Ling flicked his little finger, instantly blasting Dugu Bo away.

"Uwaaaah!"

Bang! Bang!

Amid his screams, Dugu Bo's body skipped across the ground like a stone over water, smashing into it several times in succession.

In the end, he slammed miserably into a distant stone wall, utterly battered and dumbfounded.

"Light Feather Divine Bow."

Terrifying ice instantly spread out beneath Guang Ling's feet. A massive ice bow appeared in his hand, while nine horrifying soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—rose beneath him.

He had already drawn the bowstring, and an ice arrow condensed upon it.

"So cool. This is exactly how I imagined I'd look drawing a bowstring." Watching Guang Ling draw the Light Feather Divine Bow beside him, Guang Yu was stunned by how cool he looked.

"Heh." Guang Ling's lips curled upward slightly.

His little hand released the string.

The next second, the ice arrow shot through the air.

It was incredibly fast!

Dugu Bo was utterly terrified. He immediately unleashed a mass of green Poisonous Fog light to block it, and he finally saw the terrifying nine soul rings beneath Guang Ling's feet. His courage completely failed him.

He also guessed Guang Ling's identity. "A Titled Douluo powerhouse! How could that be? Could you be...?"

"That's right. This old man is Guang Ling Douluo, the Fifth Offering of Spirit Hall."

Guang Ling Douluo's voice echoed through the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well as the ice arrow he had fired rapidly pierced through Dugu Bo's Poisonous Fog light.

"Why would such a powerhouse suddenly come here?! Aaargh!" Dugu Bo roared, pouring out all his Soul Power, but his strength was still being rapidly eroded.

The next second, Dugu Bo's Soul Power was completely shattered.

Splat!

"Argh!"

Dugu Bo was severely wounded by the arrow.

Cold sweat covered his face as the aura of death descended upon him. For the first time, Dugu Bo felt utter despair, sweat soaking his back.

The arrogant bearing of a powerful man was gone. Only terror and panic remained in his eyes.

"I still need to help Little Yu Yu find those two Rare Herbs, so I won't play with you anymore. Die, Poison Douluo."

Guang Ling Douluo did not fool around this time and intended to end the battle quickly. His ice-sealed eyes finally opened. "Sixth Soul Skill, Extreme Feather Light!"

A terrifying ice arrow instantly shot forth.

"Even if you're a powerful Worship Elder of Spirit Hall, killing this old man won't be so easy!" Dugu Bo hardened his resolve again. He had already thought of a way to escape.

In that instant, he activated his Soul Bone Skill. "Medusa's Gaze!!"

Two petrifying beams burst from the serpent eyes of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor.

They could petrify anything. Even soul skill energy could be petrified. Dugu Bo intended to use this move to petrify Guang Ling.

Then he would flee for his life at once.

But Dugu Bo never could have imagined that Guang Ling's Sixth Soul Skill happened to counter Medusa's Gaze.

Bang! Boom!

The two forces collided once more.

Not only was Extreme Feather Light not petrified, it even suppressed the petrifying beams.

"Impossible! This skill actually counters Medusa's Gaze!" Dugu Bo, who had just regained his nerve, was once again filled with despair. His heart turned cold. It's over.

"Yan Yan! Grandpa is leaving ahead of you!!"

But just as Dugu Bo was about to fail and prepared himself for death—

Guang Yu suddenly called out to Guang Ling. "Granduncle, spare his life for now. If he's willing to submit to Spirit Hall, there's no need to kill him."

"It's no use. Ten years ago, Spirit Hall hunted him down, yet he never yielded or submitted."

It would naturally be a good thing if they could recruit a Titled Douluo into Spirit Hall, but Guang Ling Douluo knew Dugu Bo somewhat. This man would not yield to threats or persuasion, nor did he fear power and influence.

"Granduncle, perhaps I can give it a try."

"Fine."

Seeing Guang Yu's persistence, Guang Ling withdrew his power, and the ice arrow instantly dissipated.

"S-saved..."

Dugu Bo collapsed to his knees, gasping loudly. Having survived the ordeal, his expression was dazed.

That had been the closest he had ever come to death in his life. In those brief seconds, his life had flashed before his eyes, along with his adorable eight-year-old granddaughter.

He had thought himself tough and unafraid of death, but only when death truly came for him did he realize that he was still afraid.

What would happen to his granddaughter if he died?

Yes, when people had attachments in this world—people and things they cared about, worried over, and could not bear to leave behind—they feared death.

But if they wanted him, Dugu Bo, to submit to Spirit Hall, obediently follow orders in the future, have his freedom restricted, and be commanded by others, he would rather die.

With a proud expression, he said, "You want me to submit to Spirit Hall? Heh, you'd better just kill me."

"Little Yu Yu, I told you. This old man won't submit to Spirit Hall." Guang Ling prepared to attack.

"Granduncle, don't be hasty."

Guang Yu did not give up so quickly and signaled for him to wait.

Although Dugu Bo was not particularly strong in a one-on-one fight, he was extremely formidable against large groups.

His Eighth Soul Skill combined with his Ninth Soul Skill could poison hundreds of thousands of soldiers to death within mere seconds.

Most Titled Douluo powerhouses could not achieve such a feat.

Now that he stood on Spirit Hall's side, Guang Yu would naturally help Spirit Hall unify the continent in this life. Now that he had found a way to resolve his own Martial Soul Backfire, he should also put more effort into helping Spirit Hall.

When Spirit Hall launched a war in the future, Dugu Bo's role would be tremendously important. If he could not be used, he would also be a threat.

Guang Yu would give it a try. If Dugu Bo could not be subdued, then he could only be eliminated.