"Wh-What?! This is impossible!"
General Manager Jia Liejie's smile instantly froze, his eyes bulging as if they would pop out, letting out a shriek like a rooster whose neck was being squeezed.
He simply couldn't believe his eyes!
His proud Xuan-tier Dou Techniques, a full-power strike, were actually endured by a mere child… endured head-on?!
This overturned all his understanding!
What made his liver and guts rupture happened next.
The moment the Flame Armor Guardian withstood the two Cracking Stone Collapsing Mountain Fist Gangs, the Xuan Huang Flame at the point of impact suddenly swelled outwards like a volcanic eruption, and a terrifying flame energy, even more overbearing than before, like an ancient flame dragon thoroughly enraged, flowed back along the Dou Qi trajectory Jia Liejie had unleashed, following the invisible energy connection, reversing its course.
It counterattacked with lightning speed.
"Pfft— Ugh ah!!!"
General Manager Jia Liejie was caught off guard; the burning sensation from the Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash that had invaded his body earlier had not yet subsided, and now this terrifying counter-damage energy, which contained his own full-power strike plus the origin power of the Xuan Huang Flame, violently rushed into his body.
Assaulted both internally and externally, his Dou Qi instantly became like a wild horse unbridled, wildly rampaging and colliding within his meridians, causing a tearing pain in his meridians, as if countless red-hot knives were stirring inside him.
General Manager Jia Liejie suddenly spat out a large mouthful of scalding blood, which even contained tiny fragments of internal organs, and his aura, like a punctured balloon, instantly withered to the extreme.
His tall body swayed violently, staggering back several steps, his face ashen, his offensive completely disintegrated, leaving only boundless fear and disbelief in his eyes.
Now was the moment; the opportunity was fleeting.
Mo Yuhan's eyes focused, like lightning tearing through the night sky; he instantly caught Jia Liejie's fatal flaw: his Dou Qi was chaotic, his mind was lost, causing a huge gap in his defense.
"Xuan Huang Lion Flame Crash!"
He once again activated this ultimate Spirit Ability, which integrated offense and defense; the thick Flame Armor Guardian on his body, used for defense, instantly receded like a tide, transforming back into the ferocious lion-head armguards in their offensive form.
He pushed the exquisite movement technique of Phoenix Flight Step to its limit, leaving a faint fiery afterimage where he stood, while his true body, like a pale yellow lightning bolt tearing through space, instantly covered several meters, closing in on the weakened General Manager Jia Liejie.
This time, the target was no longer the palm, but the very center of Jia Liejie's chest, where his Dou Qi defense was weakest and his guard was wide open.
"Roar—!!!"
As if a phantom of an ancient Flame Lion King flashed behind Mo Yuhan, letting out a soul-shaking roar, it struck General Manager Jia Liejie's chest without reservation, like a burning meteor.
Crack! Splurt—
A horrifying, dense sound of bones shattering like popping beans clearly rang out, accompanied by a large gush of scalding blood mixed with numerous internal organ fragments spewing from Jia Liejie's mouth.
His bear-like, burly body was struck head-on as if by an invisible siege hammer; his feet instantly left the ground, and his sternum collapsed inwards at an extremely terrifying angle, forming a shocking concave pit.
"Boom—!!!"
General Manager Jia Liejie's massive body, like a broken kite with a snapped string, flew backward even faster than he had approached, heavily smashing into the thick bluestone wall at the end of the alley.
The hard stone wall, like paper, instantly became covered with dense, spiderweb-like, terrifying cracks several inches deep, and his entire body was deeply embedded in the crushed stone dust of the wall, his life completely extinguished.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
From General Manager Jia Liejie's fierce attack to being utterly crushed into a near-death state by Mo Yuhan's three swift strikes, the entire process was as fast as lightning, lasting only a dozen breaths.
The thugs who had been pushed back and were about to regroup and charge again were now as if petrified, their movements completely frozen midway.
Their eyes were filled with bone-deep fear, looking at the small figure standing at the edge of the dust-filled crater, with a tender yet ice-cold face like ten thousand years of profound ice, as if looking at a young demon god who had emerged from the deepest reaches of hell.
Samsung Dou Shi General Manager Jia Liejie, one of the top experts of the Jia Lie family, was cleanly and decisively killed by an eight-year-old child, and it was such a crushing, almost overwhelming defeat.
Fear, like an icy, bone-chilling tide, instantly drowned all their courage and ferocity. Someone, they knew not who, first let out a terrified, distorted shriek, like someone whose neck was being squeezed, which seemed to ignite the fuse of their collapse.
"Run! Run now!!"
"Monster! He's a monster!"
The remaining Dou Zhe thugs completely broke down; orders, family honor, everything became a joke in the face of absolute power and the fear of death.
Like ants whose nest had been disturbed, they frantically dropped their weapons and scrambled, crying out for their parents, fleeing desperately towards both ends of the alley.
They only regretted not having two more legs.
The last trace of Xuan Huang Flame around Mo Yuhan's body merged back into him, his aura steady and long, as if the thrilling, level-defying life-and-death struggle he had just experienced was merely a routine warm-up for him.
He turned around, stepping over the messy rubble and unconscious Jia Lie family thugs, and walked towards Little Fairy Doctor and Bibi Dong.
Little Fairy Doctor's apricot eyes were also filled with shock at this moment, but Bibi Dong was not surprised.
She believed in Mo Yuhan.
"Auntie, Little Fairy Doctor sister, it's alright now." Mo Yuhan's voice returned to its usual steady tone, as if he had just casually cleared away some trash blocking the way, "Let's go back."
He carefully supported Bibi Dong's arm, his movements gentle yet firm.
Little Fairy Doctor also took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart, and quickly helped support Bibi Dong's other side.
The three of them stepped through this blood-soaked battlefield, walking towards the other end of the alley; the afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the high walls, dappling them and casting long shadows, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic scene behind them.
In the high, shadowy corner, there was a dead silence.
Xiao Yan leaned against the cold wall, his body slightly stiff, as if he had even forgotten to breathe.
He stared intently at the small figure below in the alley, walking calmly into the sunlight and disappearing, then with difficulty shifted his gaze to the human-shaped impression of General Manager Jia Liejie on the wall.
"Gulp…"
He swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry and aching.
The brief yet thrilling battle scene just now was deeply etched in his mind like a brand.
That pale yellow, strange flame, the instantly condensed lion-shaped Flame Armor Guardian, the exquisitely nimble movement technique, the terrifying defense that could withstand a Samsung Dou Shi's full-power attack, and finally, that earth-shattering, decisive counter-kill…
All of this happened to a child who looked only seven or eight years old.
"Tea…Teacher…"
Xiao Yan's voice carried a tremor he hadn't even noticed, "He…is he really a Dou Zhe? An eight-year-old…Dou Zhe?"
He felt his Worldview had been impacted like never before. Before his Dou Qi was absorbed, he had been hailed as a once-in-a-century genius in Wutan City.
But this…what was this?
Yao Lao remained silent, his soul body even fluctuating slightly due to extreme shock.
After a long while, his voice, incomparably solemn, even with a hint of disbelief, finally sounded in Xiao Yan's mind:
"An eight-year-old Dou Zhe, though terrifying, is still within my understanding."
"However, that pale yellow flame, if my perception isn't wrong… No, it can't be wrong, that is an Exotic Flame, although it's only the last on the Exotic Flame ranking, it possesses considerable power with the characteristics of earth's thickness and incineration; its name is Xuan Huang Flame!"
Yao Lao's voice carried an unprecedented seriousness and a subtle hint of worry, "An eight-year-old Dou Zhe… and also possessing an Exotic Flame, and judging by the seamlessness of his control, it's definitely not newly refined. Could he be from those families…"
"Exotic Flame?!"
Xiao Yan gasped, his heart pounding.
He knew well the terror and rarity of Exotic Flames; Yao Lao had told him that it had taken him immense effort to acquire a Bone Chilling Flame ranked eleventh, which was already extremely difficult.
"It's not just an Exotic Flame!"
Yao Lao's voice grew even more solemn, "Look at his combat; the ability to instantly condense flames into a lion-shaped armor and armguards is definitely not an ordinary Dou Techniques. It's more like… an integration of the flame itself into some kind of power, full of primal, bestial ferocity and deterrence."
"As for that movement Dou Techniques, it's only a high-level Xuan-tier, but under his use, it appears exceptionally agile and ethereal. And that defensive Flame Armor Guardian, not only can it withstand a Samsung Dou Shi's full-power strike, but it can even reflect part of the attacking energy! This kind of Dou Techniques, integrating offense and defense, capable of free transformation, and containing special effects, in my opinion, is at least Earth-tier low-level or above!"
Yao Lao let out a long breath of non-existent murky air, then chuckled: "Little fellow, do you know now that there are always people better than you and heavens beyond heavens?"
Xiao Yan listened to Yao Lao's teasing laughter and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
How could he possibly catch up to such a monstrous talent?
Watching the three figures disappear into the sunlight at the alley's end, Xiao Yan unconsciously clenched his fists tightly.
An unprecedented complex emotion surged within him—there was the frustration of being utterly outmatched, but also a strong curiosity and longing for power, and even a burning fighting spirit, unwilling to admit defeat.
"The clouds of Wutan City have been completely stirred up by his appearance
As the commotion at the Mittel Auction House settled, the twilight over Wutan City was tinged with a restless golden-red hue.
In a secluded pavilion in the Xiao Family's back mountains, Xiao Xun'er stood leaning against the railing.
The twilight outlined her slender and upright figure, dressed in a light green dress, as elegant as a new bamboo shoot in early spring, its hem swaying gently in the wind, brushing against her smooth, porcelain-like ankles.
Slightly tilting her head, she gazed at the setting sun in the sky, her profile as exquisitely detailed as a master painter's meticulous brushwork, her nose bridge straight and delicate, her lips a very faint cherry pink, slightly pursed, revealing a calmness unbefitting her age.
Her clear, limpid eyes, now reflecting the rosy clouds in the sky, seemed to hide two unfathomable cold pools deep within.
The air rippled silently like water, and a blurred black shadow coalesced behind her, like an ink drop separating from the twilight.
The black shadow bowed respectfully, his posture deferential, making no sound whatsoever; it was her guard, Dou Huang Ling Ying.
"Miss," Ling Ying's voice was low and hoarse, like sand rubbing together, "Young Master Xiao Yan has safely returned to the Xiao Family, it's just…"
Xiao Xun'er did not turn around, her gaze still fixed on the horizon, her voice clear and crisp like shattered jade: "Just what? Did Brother Xiao Yan encounter any trouble?"
"Young Master Xiao Yan is unharmed; the trouble lies with someone else."
Ling Ying's voice uncharacteristically carried a hint of solemnity, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, "I was originally following Young Master Xiao Yan in secret, as per Miss's instructions, but in an alley, I witnessed the Jia Lie Family containment the three of them."
Xiao Xun'er's slender eyebrows subtly twitched, almost imperceptibly, and she finally turned around slowly.
The lingering afterglow of the setting sun fell upon her smooth forehead, her long eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyes, concealing the confusion within them.
"Oh? What was the outcome?"
Her voice remained calm, as if she were inquiring about a trivial matter.
Ying raised his head, his face beneath the cloak indistinct, but his eyes were unusually bright, filled with deep shock: "The outcome… General Manager Jia Liejie, a Samsung Dou Shi of the Jia Lie family, was killed head-on by that eight-year-old child, and the remaining ten or so Dou Zhe either died or fled."
A brief silence fell over the pavilion. Only the rustling of the evening wind through the bamboo leaves could be heard.
Xiao Xun'er stood quietly, like a perfect jade sculpture.
But Ling Ying could clearly sense an extremely subtle yet soul-freezing chill quietly spreading from her.
Her slender, jade-like fingers, resting on the cold stone railing, twitched slightly at the tips.
"Eight years old, killing a Samsung Dou Shi head-on…" Xiao Xun'er's voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself, or perhaps chewing on this astonishing fact.
Deep within her clear eyes, for the first time, a strong sense of doubt and scrutiny clearly emerged. "Elder Ling, you witnessed the entire process; did you notice any clues? The origin of the power that child used… did it have the aura or methods of the Ancient Seven Clans?"
Ling Ying was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the brief but thrilling battle scene in detail.
Finally, he slowly shook his head, his voice firm: "Reporting to Miss, your subordinate investigated carefully. That pale yellow flame was overbearing and profound, containing the aura of the earth's origin. It should be the Xuan Huang Flame, ranked twenty-third on the Heavenly Flame List."
"However, his cultivation techniques and Dou Techniques bear no resemblance to the core inheritances of any clan known to your subordinate."
"It's not the Ancient Eight Clans…"
Xiao Xun'er repeated softly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing light marks on the cold stone railing.
Her autumn-water eyes, at this moment, seemed like a deep pool into which a stone had been cast, stirring up ripples of genuine curiosity and inquiry.
An eight-year-old Dou Zhe, possessing the Xuan Huang Flame, capable of killing a Samsung Dou Shi head-on across ranks… What kind of secret was hidden behind him?
Was it a scheme like her own, to obtain the Ancient Jade of Tuoshe, or was there some other purpose?
This small Wutan City was far from as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.
"Elder Ling, I do not wish for this news to reach my father's ears."
Ling Ying hesitated for a moment, but ultimately nodded: "Understood, Miss."
At the same time, deep within the luxurious but gloom-shrouded mansion of the Jia Lie Family.
A strong smell of medicine mixed with blood permeated Galeo's recovery room.
On the expensive silk bedding, Galeo lay sprawled like a dying maggot.
His face was swollen and twisted, bruised and purplish, blood still oozing from the gap where his front teeth were missing, his right arm in a thick splint, wrapped in bandages, making him look utterly miserable.
Excruciating pain and humiliation gnawed at his nerves day and night like venomous snakes.
"Father! Father! You must avenge me! Avenge me!"
Galeo shrieked hoarsely, his voice like a broken gong, filled with bitter malice, his eyes bloodshot from congestion, staring intently at Jia Lie Bi, who stood by the bed with a pained expression.
"That little bastard! I want him dead! I want to tear him to pieces! And those two hussies! I want them to wish they were dead! Wish they were dead, Father!"
Galeo struggled to sit up, but it pulled at his wounds, causing a heart-wrenching fit of coughs, and fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Enough!"
Jia Lie Bi let out a sudden low growl, like the roar of a wounded beast, making the room vibrate.
His facial muscles twitched violently, his eyes so sinister they could drip venom.
Looking at his son's half-human, half-ghostly, wretched state, and recalling the news just reported—the family's elite, cultivated with heavy investment, were almost completely lost, and General Manager Jia Liejie, his trusted right-hand man, was killed—the immense humiliation and towering hatred almost consumed him.
"Revenge? Of course, there will be revenge!"
Jia Lie Bi's voice sounded as if it were squeezed from ice water, chilling to the bone, carrying boundless killing intent.
"If this revenge is not exacted, how can my Jia Lie family stand in Wutan City? How can I, Jia Lie Bi, have any face to continue living in this world!"
He gasped, forcibly suppressing the furious rage in his heart, his eyes glinting with a merchant's ruthlessness and calculation: "That little beast… his strength is terrifyingly strange; at eight years old, he can kill a Samsung Dou Shi. Behind him… there might be a significant background."
"Either he is a direct disciple of some reclusive Old freak, or he has had an incredible fortuitous encounter. Whichever it is, it means endless trouble."
He walked to the window, looking at the deepening twilight outside, his fists clenching with a cracking sound:
"But precisely because of this, we must eradicate him. While his wings are not yet fully grown, while the forces behind him may not yet have reacted, we must completely nip him in the bud. Otherwise, given time, once he grows up, my Jia Lie family… will surely face utter destruction!"
"Father, what are we waiting for? Send people now; they are still in Wutan City. Send all the family's experts to surround and kill him."
Galeo was hysterical on the bed, his eyes filled only with mad hatred.
"Idiot!" Jia Lie Bi suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, glinting with sinister light.
"I just spent a huge sum of money to acquire that Xuan-tier high-grade cultivation technique, Wind Scroll Technique, through a special channel. This technique is extremely powerful; if I can initially master it, my strength will surely advance another level. But this technique is domineering and requires time to comprehend and integrate."
His gaze swept over his son's resentful face, his voice dropping even lower, "Ao'er, you should rest and recover. Your father needs some time to initially grasp the essence of the Wind Scroll Technique. At the same time, I will contact that old fox, Ouba Pa. The Xiao Family is powerful; our two families must unite to contend with the Xiao Family in Wutan City, and only then will we have the spare capacity… to deal with that little beast!"
"Contact the Oba family?" A hint of unwillingness flashed in Galeo's eyes, but it was immediately drowned by deeper malice, "As long as that little bastard can be killed, and those two hussies can be made to wish they were dead… anything goes!"
"Have someone keep a close eye on their every move."
A sinister smile appeared on Jia Lie Bi's face: "Don't worry, your father will devise a foolproof plan, a trap that will make it impossible for him to escape, leaving him without a burial place. The day your father succeeds will be the day that little beast dies."
Inside the room, only Galeo's heavy, malicious gasps and Jia Lie Bi's low whispers, suppressing insane killing intent, remained.
The poisonous flame of revenge was quietly ignited deep within the twilight-shrouded Jia Lie mansion
At the same time, on the Douluo Continent, in Spirit City.
Spirit City's gates were like a slumbering giant beast, its dark green city walls gleaming with a cold, hard light under the setting sun.
The sky, meanwhile, was overcast with a layer of lead-grey clouds, so heavy they seemed to be soaked with the blood of Spirit Beasts.
Damp, cold rain, imbued with a hint of chill, penetrated everywhere, striking the face like fine ice needles.
As Liu Erlong stepped onto the rain-soaked bluestone path and entered this massive city, which dominated the heart of the continent, the heat and sense of power from acquiring her fourth spirit ring had not yet subsided from her veins.
Her fiery, waist-length hair was simply tied back, with a few unruly strands dampened by the rain, clinging to her smooth, full forehead.
A form-fitting dark red combat suit outlined her breathtaking curves; her full bosom rose and fell slightly from the long journey, and beneath her slender yet explosive waist were two long, straight legs, imbued with the unique power of a dragon Spirit.
Rain slid down her heroic eyebrows and high nose, dripping onto her shoulders, spreading dark watermarks.
She wiped her face, her fingertips touching a hard object tucked close to her chest inside her clothes—this was the devil spider Spirit Bone.
Her fingertips caressed its surface, as if her encounter with that little brat had been nothing but a dream.
After much hesitation, Liu Erlong still chose to come to Spirit City, precisely following Mo Yuhan and Bibi Dong's advice upon their parting.
Liu Erlong shook her head, suppressing the inexplicable ripples of emotion stirred by the memory, and strode towards the most prominent complex of buildings in the city—the magnificent, solemn, and sprawling Spirit Hall, like a prostrate giant beast.
However, before she could even find a place to stay, a strange atmosphere enveloped her, much like the damp, cold air.
In the streets and alleys, Spirit Masters hurried about, their conversations hushed, their eyes flickering with alarm and a cautious fear.
The usually bustling taverns now seemed dull and oppressive.
A few people dressed in Spirit Hall's low-ranking deacon robes gathered in a corner; their voices, though low, pierced Liu Erlong's keen ears like an awl.
"...Have you heard? Her Holy Maiden...and her adopted son..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, do you want to die? A traitor personally condemned by His Majesty the Pope!"
"But it was too sudden...Her Holy Maiden these past years..."
"Hmph, you can know a person's face but not their heart. It's said they colluded with external enemies and harbored ill intentions. His Majesty the Pope personally intervened, striking them down on the spot when Her Holy Maiden and her adopted son leaked secrets, leaving no corpse behind."
Traitor? Executed?
No corpse left?
Every word was like a red-hot branding iron, searing fiercely into Liu Erlong's nerves.
Her upright body stiffened abruptly, her blood seemingly freezing instantly, then rushing to her head the next second.
Mo Yuhan, that little brat, he actually died?
A wild, blazing aura uncontrollably rose from Liu Erlong's body; the air temperature suddenly soared, and fine rain evaporated into white mist within half a foot of her.
The whispering people around her were like chickens with their necks squeezed, turning their heads in horror to meet her crimson eyes, which seemed almost to spit fire, and were instantly scared out of their wits, scattering in a scramble.
However, very quickly, Liu Erlong forced herself to calm down, her fingernails digging deep into her palms; the pain slightly quelled her boiling emotions.
She had to find out.
She traversed the intricate streets of Spirit City, catching every relevant rumor.
The source of the news ultimately pointed to the central hub of Spirit Hall—just three days prior, His Majesty the Pope Qian Xunji, before the Elder Palace, announced to all red-robed cardinals and high-ranking members of the Temple Knights that the former Holy Maiden Bibi Dong and her adopted son Mo Yuhan had committed acts of impropriety and betrayed Spirit Hall, colluding with external enemies, with conclusive evidence.
His Majesty the Pope had personally carried out the judgment, and the rebels had been executed!
The official notice was cold and authoritative, stamped with the seal symbolizing the Supreme Pontiff's supreme power, and posted on the bulletin boards of all Spirit Hall branch temples. Every word conveyed an undeniable sense of finality.
Liu Erlong stood in a dimly lit room of an inn, outside the window was the continuous rain curtain of Spirit City and the blurred outline of the distant Holy Mountain.
The air was filled with the musty smell of damp wood and the un-dispersed hot aura of her Fire Dragon Spirit.
With her back to the door, her tall figure seemed a bit constrained in the small space, her fiery hair tips drooping listlessly onto her full-curved back.
On the table lay the Spirit Bone, its gentle luster appearing especially soft in the dim light.
Mo Yuhan's small face, always taut, with a calmness and stubbornness beyond his age, clearly appeared before her eyes.
He just died so silently, "judged" by that so-called Supreme Pontiff?
A complex emotion, mixed with a sharp sting, surged wildly in her chest. Liu Erlong irritably ran her fingers through her hair, tightly clutching the Spirit Bone in her hand; its icy touch could not quell the fire in her heart.
So, the woman by his side was Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall...that mysterious and powerful woman, and those words she had said to her.
Liu Erlong could never believe that such a woman would have that kind of relationship with that little brat, and even betray Spirit Hall.
But Qian Xunji was the Supreme Pontiff; his declaration was the will of Spirit Hall, an unyielding iron rule hanging over billions of believers.
To question it was to become an enemy of the entire Spirit Hall.
"I don't believe it."
Liu Erlong murmured to herself, a hint of defiance flashing in her eyes.
The blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan surged within her, bestowing upon her a fierce and unyielding nature.
"I want to know the truth. I want to join Spirit Hall."
She needed to enter that austere fortress, get close to the core of power, to see with her own eyes and hear with her own ears.
Spirit Hall's enrollment office was located in a magnificent stone building.
"Name?" The deacon in charge of registration didn't even lift his head.
"Liu Erlong."
"Spirit, spirit power level."
"...Fire Dragon, forty-first level attack system Spirit Ancestor."
Liu Erlong was not afraid of revealing her Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan identity; after all, anyone could find out that she was just an abandoned illegitimate daughter.
The deacon finally looked up at her. He didn't ask further, noted the information in the roster, and handed her a black token: "Go test your potential and get rated. With your strength, you should be ranked as a White Robe, or you can choose to join the Martial Soul Hall Academy Outer Courtyard."
Liu Erlong took the token, which meant she had officially joined Spirit Hall.
Ultimately, she chose to join the Martial Soul Hall Academy and, in the potential assessment, joined the Silver Reserve.
After joining Spirit Hall, she changed into the standard silver-gray light armor. Her fiery long hair was tied back, losing some of its wildness and gaining a touch of heroism.
But even in this armor, her proud figure and the fiery aura emanating from within her could not be concealed. Among the uniformly dressed, cold-tempered Temple Knights, she stood out like a crane among chickens, exceptionally striking.
Liu Erlong quickly discovered that the entire Spirit Hall was like a deep pool into which a huge stone had been thrown; its surface maintained absolute solemnity and order, but beneath the water, undercurrents surged, filled with a suppressed tension.
Suppressed discussions were rampant. After Bibi Dong's incident, Spirit Hall was divided into two factions: one consisted of Qian Xunji's confidants, who vehemently exaggerated Bibi Dong's "betrayal" and advocated for a thorough cleansing of all forces related to her;
The other faction comprised Spirit Masters who had once received Bibi Dong's favor and had been greatly promoted by her. Although they dared not openly oppose, they secretly passed on messages, questioning the truth of the matter.
As for Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, these two Titled Douluo who had once been Bibi Dong's strongest supporters, their current situation was the most awkward.
Ghost Douluo was sent to guard the extreme north prison, ostensibly for training, but truly as an exile; although Chrysanthemum Douluo was not stripped of his position as a Spirit Hall Consecrator, he could only be an idler in the Elder Palace, not even qualified to participate in discussions.
Liu Erlong also didn't understand why she would go to such lengths.
She thought to herself that she just didn't want to owe anyone favors.
That was all.