"Alright, enough from both of you," Ye Feng said, eyeing everyone present.
"What, I can't even talk now? It seems like you all have something to hide, something secretive going on behind our backs."
"Ye Feng, you should understand what I'm saying. From the moment we noticed something off about you guys, I knew something wasn't right. Now that we're all here, you better come clean."
"If you don't come clean, then don't blame us for being impolite."
Don't blame us if you refuse the face we've given you!
Ghost Douluo said this directly to Ye Feng.
Ghost Douluo still didn't quite accept why Bi Bidong had tasked him with leading the group in search of the hundred-thousand-year soul beasts!
Yet in the end, they hadn't gained a thing!
"I'm kindly advising you not to start a fight. Ghost Douluo, are you deliberately opposing me? Don't blame me if I fight back."
"Hiss—"
The Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe Martial Spirit appeared.
Everyone was shocked at the sight of Ye Feng releasing his Martial Spirit!
Was Ye Feng really planning to start a fight? There was no way he would swallow this grievance!
"First Soul Skill: Sky Tear."
Ye Feng once again unleashed his First Soul Skill: Sky Tear at Ghost Douluo; he hadn't wanted to resort to violence, but the other party was just asking for a good beating!
They knew well that Ye Feng was not one to be trifled with.
"Old Ghost, you better be careful," Chrysanthemum Douluo warned him.
Suddenly, they had all forgotten about another person.
That was Du Gu Bo, who stood there, his upper body still exposed, with no one willing to help him resolve the situation.
At this moment, Ye Feng was fighting with Ghost Douluo.
The rest of the people looked on as if watching a show.
Martial Soul, Ghost Charm.
The black soul rings appeared before everyone's eyes.
"You don't need to worry about me; I can take care of myself," Ghost Douluo said in disdain, brushing off Chrysanthemum Douluo's concern.
As expected, everyone's suspicions about Ye Feng grew stronger!
"First Soul Skill: Giant Ghost Hand."
His left and right hands were not the same; the left hand changed abnormally. In one second, the arm enlarged, turning purple, likely due to the compression of blood inside. But most importantly, the veins swelled significantly.
"Boom—"
Ghost Douluo, with his enormous arm, kicked fiercely into Ye Feng's body.
To say it had no effect on Ye Feng would be impossible!
"Hmph! Ye Feng, you asked for this, so don't blame me!" he said with an emotionless demeanor.
Ye Feng hadn't provoked Ghost Douluo; he felt completely justified.
So how had it become his fault in the end?
Seeing Ye Feng standing still without counterattacking—
All faces were filled with confusion.
Could it be that Ye Feng was nearing his limit?
"Old Peel, what's going on with you? Why aren't you fighting back, just standing there dazed?!" Du Gu Bo openly worried more than anyone.
Ghost Douluo's first soul skill had taken effect on Ye Feng.
His entire head felt dizzy!!
So, he didn't immediately counter, needing to readjust his state.
For Ye Feng, thirty seconds were enough.
Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe!
In Ye Feng's hand, the Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe slashed at Ghost Douluo.
Knowledgeable of this, Ghost Douluo turned and fled in the other direction.
Not running would be foolish; he couldn't let himself die under Ye Feng's blade while everyone watched their fierce battle!!
Nor could he afford to lose face for Martial Soul Hall!
"You think you can run? You won't escape me," Ye Feng proclaimed.
Gale-force Rush!!
"Ye Feng, I knew you could do it; I'm rooting for you," Du Gu Bo burst out excitedly.
Watching Ye Feng rally and by extension avenge Du Gu Bo, he was incredibly thrilled, convinced Ye Feng would handle Ghost Douluo!!
"Du Gu Bo, shut your damn mouth," Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed angrily.
He was irritated; why was Du Gu Bo constantly cheering for Ye Feng, causing a ruckus from behind?
Suddenly, an ominous and cold breath approached from behind, along with a pair of exceptionally chilling eyes watching them.
At that moment, Du Gu Bo hated everyone from Martial Soul Hall.
Unable to contain the turmoil inside, he decided to take action.
"Seeking death—!"
Ignoring his exposed upper body and prioritizing striking first, he momentarily set aside other concerns.
"Not good, Du Gu Bo is about to make a move."
Everyone, be careful!!
One step, two steps, three steps then a huge leap!
With every step, Du Gu Bo moved closer to the several people, except for Hulena, who wished to remain uninvolved. Chrysanthemum Douluo, Evil Moon, and a few of the Elders began to fight Du Gu Bo.
"Why must you do this?" Hulena said, resigned.
Not wanting to fight again, she decided to treat it as a show—a good one, as long as no one died, it was no big deal!
"All of you, just go to hell," the Old Poison, as if mad, said.
His mind became chaotic, not caring about anything but fighting.
"Swoosh swoosh—"
A giant, golden, twirling chrysanthemum barrelled toward Du Gu Bo, aiming to pierce him all over.
"Damn it!!"
But Du Gu Bo wasn't afraid of their soul skills being thrown at him.
As Poison Douluo, once the enemy was infected with his deadly poison, it meant certain death!
If they didn't die, they'd at least suffer the agony the poison inflicted!
Medusa's Gaze!!
A pair of green, deathly eyes stared unwaveringly at the foe.
"Sizzle—"
The Green-scaled Serpent Emperor appeared before their eyes.
The poisonous gas erupted and dispersed in the air.
Watching as one after another, the people clutched their mouths and noses, knowing that the poisonous gas must not be inhaled – even the slightest breath of it would mean going to meet King Yama!
"Everyone, be careful!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke out.
"The chrysanthemums are ruined, the ground is littered with damage, flowers fall and people's hearts break."
"Boom—"
A loud noise erupted.
The group was all flung by the force of soul power, sticking close to the ground!
But did you think Du Gu Bo was unharmed?!
Chrysanthemum Douluo's soul power was still un-retracted, still released in his hands.
"Hiss—"
His ninth soul skill attacked Du Gu Bo once again!
Soon, Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth soul skill appeared right in front of Du Gu Bo.
Du Gu Bo was stunned as he watched his opponent.
In an instant, tension rose within his heart!!
The Broken Qi Rong Tong Tian Chrysanthemum's petals, sharp as blades, began to spin rapidly.
Very quickly, they formed a gigantic golden tornado hurtling towards Du Gu Bo!
Without any coat to protect his body, Du Gu Bo was repeatedly struck by Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth soul skill.
His upper body was covered with scars that were too horrendous to gaze upon.
"This is your retribution."
Chrysanthemum Douluo said in a feminine tone.
Immediately after, everyone else released their own soul skills, attacking Du Gu Bo.
Poor Du Gu Bo, with no second person willing to lend a hand. Too bad none of this was seen by Ye Feng, who would have had to consider whether to help Du Gu Bo!
"Pfff—"
A mouthful of old blood spurted out.
Only then were the others willing to stop their attack.
They only dared to halt their assault when they saw that Du Gu Bo was nearly dead; if they were to kill him, another person would never let them go.
How could Poison Douluo possibly die easily at their hands? Martial Soul Hall's villains only wanted to give Du Gu Bo a lesson.
"Stop it, all of you! If you hit any more, someone could die."
At that moment, Hulena shouted.
She quickly ran to Senior Du Gu Bo's side, looking at the old man who was now pitiable; on one hand, she wanted to protect her own dignity from harm, and on the other, she sought to shield Ye Feng from injury.
She had long seen through the character of Du Gu Bo and why he was beaten to such a pitiable state.
It could only mean that Senior Du Gu Bo had brought this upon himself – he could blame no one else!!
"Senior Du Gu Bo, are you alright? Let me help you check your injuries."
Hulena asked with concern.
Though she had her own grievances against Du Gu Bo, with Ye Feng not present, there was no one else to help Du Gu Bo.
So, Hulena, unable to stand by any longer, decided to lend a hand.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, give me your coat."
What situation was this!
Was Chrysanthemum Douluo supposed to lend his clothes to his nemesis!?
Could it be a mistake!
Everyone was stunned.
"Hulena, do you know what you're doing?!"
Evil Moon spoke.
His elder brother expressed confusion at Hulena's actions, wondering why she was opposing them. Was she out of her mind?
"We are a team, collectively seeking a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. We must not let personal grievances affect the whole team's spirit."
"If we have yet to find the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, the Pope will not let any of us off – we'll all have to die."
Hulena said resolutely.
"I don't need your pity."
Du Gu Bo said with a slight drop in his stance.
"If it weren't for you joining our team with Ye Feng, I wouldn't even bother about you."
Subsequently, Chrysanthemum Douluo reluctantly gave his coat to Du Gu Bo to cover him.
Though reluctant, it was clear that Chrysanthemum Douluo had some conscience!!
On the other side, where Ye Feng and the others were.
Ghost Douluo and Ye Feng were still engaged in fierce combat, neither willing to give in.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Three-Second Fatal Poison Wolf."
Ye Feng's fourth soul skill was unleashed.
The Three-Second Fatal Poison Wolf, when combined with the Bloodthirsty Demon Scythe, could be said to be a perfect match.
"Hiss—"
The blade was extremely bright as the blade energy was about to strike right in front of Ghost Douluo.
He started to panic, his expression becoming very tense.
Could it really be that he was going to be defeated by Ye Feng?!
"Ah! Not good, I underestimated him."
This kid was getting more and more formidable. We were only halfway through the fight, and I felt I was running out of energy!
But no matter what, I still had to give it my all and try. After all, if there's one thing I know about Ye Feng, it's that he likes to be clever; I can't let him succeed.
"The one courting death is you."
Die, then.
Ghost Douluo said angrily.
His arm swelled up enormously.
His soul power reached its peak, one hundred percent.
"Bang—"
Ghost Douluo used his left hand to hammer down heavily on Ye Feng's back, yet Ye Feng didn't feel the slightest discomfort.
The corners of Ye Feng's mouth lifted slightly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was taken aback.
How was this possible?!
Ye Feng didn't feel any pain at all – it seemed very normal.
It was highly possible that there was a problem at some point!
I didn't scrutinize Ye Feng's trick closely!!
"Hiss—"
"This can't be; you must have ambushed me. That doesn't count."
Ghost Douluo was adamantly dissatisfied.
"All right, we should finish this up so we don't keep them waiting. It would be impolite."
"What do you think, Chrysanthemum Douluo?!"
Ye Feng said with a smile.
The opponent was just a fool who still dared to fight with Ye Feng. He was no match for him.
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