"Zhou JiRen?"
Long Xiaoyao's indifference shattered. After focusing his gaze, he asked in uncertain shock, "You old butcher, you're still alive?"
When the Body Sect emerged and threw the continent into chaos, Dragon God Douluo Mu En and Jian Mu Douluo Zhou JiRen fought the Body Sect's twin powerhouses.
In the end, Mu En paid the price of one vertebra to severely wound Du BiSi to death. Jian Mu Douluo was grievously injured by a Body Secret Skill as well, but he also planted a seed within Du Busi's body, leaving Du Busi too afraid to set foot in Nine Treasures City.
Jian Mu Douluo had vanished without a trace after that battle. Long Xiaoyao had figured the grass on his grave was already half a meter tall. Who would have thought he would suddenly emerge, hale and hearty? That imposing aura, as though resonating with heaven and earth, clearly showed that he had entered the realm of an Ultimate Douluo.
"You old bastard! Long Xiaoyao, have you spent over two hundred years living like a dog?"
Jian Mu Douluo's eyes were icy as he immediately berated him. "My disciple isn't even twenty years old, yet you had the nerve to throw away your old face and attack him!"
"I have my reasons!"
Long Xiaoyao did not wish to argue. Or rather, he knew full well that what he had done was dishonorable.
Jian Mu Douluo sneered. "It's nothing more than that woman Ye Xishui. How many times did you and Mu En fight over her? That old fool Mu En was only half a fool—he understood that Evil Soul Masters were no good, turned back before it was too late, and yet you chose to join them!
"You truly are rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
Long Xiaoyao's knuckles