"Whoosh."
The bed board beneath Yu Yuanzhen snapped in two at the sound. Having survived a disaster, his heart was filled with shock. As the master of a sect, he had actually let an enemy creep up to him in the night without detecting a thing.
He turned to look, and a familiar face came into view.
"Ghost? What does Spirit Hall think it's doing?"
Ghost Douluo did not answer. He had never been a man of many words. Instead, Chrysanthemum Douluo at the doorway let out a piercing laugh of mockery.
"Heh, what are we doing? Inviting an old dragon like you to die, of course."
That shrill voice made Yu Yuanzhen's body stiffen again. When he turned to look, his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was slowly walking toward him, with two unfamiliar figures following at his side.
Though he had never seen Spirit Kite or Magic Bear, since they could move together with Chrysanthemum and Ghost, they had to be figures of the same level.
With either Chrysanthemum or Ghost alone, relying on the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, he was confident he could defeat them. But with four Titled Douluo-level opponents appearing at the same time, he could not help feeling a trace of despair rise in his heart.
At this moment, there was no longer any room for luck in his mind. These four had gone to so much trouble to arrive under cover of night; surely they had not come to reminisce with him.
"Aren't you afraid of provoking a siege from all the sects under heaven?"
"Hahahaha, of course we're afraid. Isn't that why we're here to wipe out every sect under heaven?"
"You..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's attitude, like a cat toying with a mouse, deeply stung