Thunder Douluo

"Uncle Gui? Uncle Ju?"

Wang Feng turned around with a frustrated look on his face, but froze the next moment.

It was not Yue Guan or Gui Mei, but a middle-aged man he did not recognize. The man wore a black-and-blue robe, had an extraordinary bearing, and carried a trace of lightning between his brows.

Because of his Purple Lightning Bear Emperor Soul Ring, he could clearly sense how terrifying the power of lightning within the middle-aged man before him was.

This man had appeared beside him without a sound and without Yue Guan or Gui Mei noticing. He had to be extremely powerful.

Wang Feng sprang away, immediately putting distance between them, and asked warily, "Senior, who are you looking for?"

Seeing how quickly Wang Feng had reacted, the middle-aged man smiled with interest. "I came to find you, kid. What's your name?"

"You can call me Nameless Kid."

"Nameless Kid? Heh, interesting. Are you from Spirit Hall?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then smiled again. "What's so good about Spirit Hall? Why don't you follow me and become my disciple? How about I let you join my clan?"

"No thanks. I'm not going!"

Wang Feng refused without a second thought. What a joke! Everything about Spirit Hall was good, especially his teacher. No one could poach him.

"Heh, no one has ever been able to refuse me before!" The middle-aged man smiled confidently.

Wang Feng immediately sensed trouble and shouted toward the tents, "Old Ghost, Yue Guan! Someone's trying to poach me!"

"Go ahead and shout! They can't hear you."

Crack!

The middle-aged man had barely finished speaking when the sound of a barrier shattering rang out around them. Two figures immediately landed in front of Wang Feng. They were none other than Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and his expression soured. He had just been certain that Yue Guan and Gui Mei could not possibly detect his barrier, but to his surprise, they had broken it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You little brat, one moment you call me uncle, and the next you call me whatever you please. Can't you stick to one?" Yue Guan looked back and glared at Wang Feng as he complained.

Wang Feng chuckled, feeling much more at ease.

Yue Guan turned back to the middle-aged man ahead and said coldly, "Thunder Douluo, what are you trying to do? He's His Holiness the Pope's disciple. Do you want to make an enemy of Spirit Hall?"

"Hmph! Chrysanthemum Guan, Little Ghost! I underestimated you two." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, paying no heed to the two Titled Douluo, Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's gazes turned cold, but neither of them spoke.

"I have something else to do. We'll have a proper chat later." Thunder Douluo sneered, then flickered over to the thousand-year Soul Beast, the Ni Scale Demon Lion. He seized the Soul Beast and left.

"Hey, don't take away my practice target!" Wang Feng shouted after Thunder Douluo. He had finally found a Ni Scale Demon Lion that could take a beating and was far stronger than an ordinary thousand-year Soul Beast. He could not accept having it snatched away just like that!

But Thunder Douluo had long since vanished from sight, and Wang Feng did not know whether he had heard him.

"Uncle Ju... Uncle Gui, who was that?" Wang Feng asked the two men.

Yue Guan looked back and glared at Wang Feng. He felt certain that if Wang Feng had not caught himself just now, he would have called him by those three words. His expression turned cold, and he walked straight back.

Gui Mei explained, "His name is Yu Yuanzhen. He's the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects among the Seven Great Sects. He's a Level 95 Titled Douluo, with the title Thunder."

"Thunder Douluo, Level 95!" Wang Feng was slightly startled. As the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he was no ordinary figure! No wonder he paid Spirit Hall no heed! Wang Feng already knew the general state of the powers on Douluo Continent.

Douluo Continent was ruled by the two great empires, Heaven Dou and the Star Luo Empire. Spirit Hall stood between them and belonged to neither power, yet it essentially controlled the Soul Masters across the continent, with Spirit Hall Branches everywhere. This also restricted the development of the two empires to a certain extent.

Beyond them were the Seven Great Sects, of which the Upper Three Sects were the most famous. Foremost among them was the Clear Sky Sect, though it had now closed its doors, and its situation was unknown.

Then there were the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had just been mentioned.

Of these two clans, one had inherited the continent's foremost Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, while the other had inherited the continent's foremost Auxiliary System Tool Martial Soul. Both were undeniably behemoths.

"He won't come back, will he?" Wang Feng suddenly asked.

"Probably not! Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the Upper Three Sects, they wouldn't dare provoke Spirit Hall."

"Oh! All right!" Wang Feng nodded, but he was still a little worried.

Yu Yuanzhen had not shown Spirit Hall the slightest regard just now, and had even called those two fellows by their nicknames. He might just come back!

But on second thought, there was no need to worry. With two Titled Douluo here, why should they fear him alone?

After they returned to the tents, Hu Liena immediately came over and clung to him. "Senior Brother, I heard you challenged another thousand-year Soul Beast. How did it go? Did you kill one?"

"Do you think thousand-year Soul Beasts are cabbages, that they're so easy to kill?"

Although Wang Feng was very confident in his strength, he also knew his own limits. At present, he could at best fight an ordinary thousand-year Soul Beast on even terms. Against one like the Ni Scale Demon Lion, he reckoned the odds were sixty-forty, and against one that had reached two thousand years, they were ninety-ten.

He was still a long way from killing a thousand-year Soul Beast!

But he was not in a hurry now. After all, his Soul Power was only Level 14, six levels away from getting his next Soul Ring! He reckoned it would take quite a long time.

"All right, all right, I need to heal. Stop hanging off me." Wang Feng pulled Hu Liena off him with a look of some distaste, then walked into the tent.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, meditating with great concentration. She did not stir at all when Wang Feng entered.

Wang Feng smiled slightly as he looked at Qian Renxue. Even as a little girl, she gave people the feeling that she kept them a thousand miles away. In a few years, she would surely be a great beauty.

"Senior Brother, the way you're looking at Sister Xiao Xue isn't quite right!" Hu Liena suddenly said with a smile.

Wang Feng glared at Hu Liena, then found a place to sit. "Get to cultivating. You're only level fifteen; I'll catch up to you soon." After calling out to Hu Liena, Wang Feng closed his eyes to heal.

Outside the tent, Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood together. Yue Guan frowned slightly and asked with some concern, "Do you think Yu Yuanzhen will really come back? Should we inform His Holiness the Pope about what happened here?"

Yue Guan was a little uneasy. Although they were all Titled Douluo and it would be two against one, the two of them were in the lower-middle ranks among Titled Douluo and might not be a match for Thunder Douluo.

Gui Mei frowned deeply and thought for a long while before saying, "It's not easy for us to leave, so let's send a carrier pigeon back! His Holiness the Pope will make her own decision when she sees it."

"Mm, all right." Yue Guan nodded.

Gui Mei used Soul Power to form a carrier pigeon, which flew straight off. As for the message it carried, it would naturally appear once the pigeon reached Bibi Dong.