Douluo Dalu: White Tiger

Chapter 142 Who Have I Offended

Lieyan's eyes moved away from the old man and looked in front of him. He saw five people standing quietly in the air in front of the old man, as if they were waiting for the old man to come. And the feet of the five people were also flashing: yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, nine soul rings.

The old man looked at the five Title Douluos who appeared in front of him, and then looked at Ye Xishui and Lieyan, the two Title Douluos behind him. He stood still and stopped running. Instead, he bowed to the people around him and said, "Your Majesties, I don't know how I, Shi Nian, have offended you, but I am here to apologize to you. Please, Your Majesties, spare my life."

"You didn't offend us, but you offended someone you shouldn't have offended. You don't have to beg for mercy now. You will definitely not be able to get out of the jungle today. You are now worth two ten thousand year soul bones. I never thought that a Soul Saint would be so valuable. Two ten thousand year soul bones of excellent quality can be obtained as long as you are killed. Think about it carefully, it really makes people's blood boil." When Lieyan spoke, the eighth soul ring under his feet flashed rapidly, and a feather appeared in his hand.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Blood Boiling!"

Lieyan's palms gradually tightened, and the blazing heat emanated from her body. Flames were also burning on her hands. In midair, feathers kept falling, landing in the jungle, and quickly burning, turning into a sea of ​​​​hot fire.

"Then may I ask, which powerful force did I, Shi Nian, offend that they would send out seven Titled Douluo to hunt down a Soul Sage like me?" As soon as Shi Nian finished speaking, his figure was almost instantly engulfed by the sea of ​​fire. After a scream was heard from the sea of ​​fire, no other sound came out of the sea of ​​fire.

Wu Changkong looked at the burning sea of ​​fire, his martial soul - the Sky Frost Sword appeared in his hand, and the sixth soul ring under his feet flashed rapidly.

"The sixth soul skill: Frost!"

Wu Changkong swung the sword in his hand, and a dark blue light appeared on the Tianshuang Sword. Once it turned dark blue, a half-moon-shaped light emitting a cold aura flew out, and the dark blue light collided with the sea of ​​fire, and the sea of ​​fire was quickly extinguished, and a little frost also appeared on the jungle ground.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I think those two high-quality soul bones will belong to me." Lieyan smiled, looking very happy and excited. He was happy that he had killed Shi Nian, and he was excited that he would soon be able to obtain two high-quality ten thousand year soul bones.

Tiexiong, Shemao, Cixue and others didn't know anything about soul bones, so they didn't care.

Ye Xishui glanced at the high-level officials of the Falling Star Palace who had just arrived, and said indifferently, "Now that the matter has been resolved, it's time for us to return to the Falling Star Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xishui waved to the people who had arrived, and led them directly to the direction of the Falling Star Palace. Wu Zhangkong also followed them. He was originally from the Falling Star Palace. Since the matter was over, it was natural for him to return to the Falling Star Palace.

Only Tiexiong, Shemao, Cixue, and a burly middle-aged man were left in the jungle. After the four of them looked at each other, Shemao spoke up, "Young Master sent someone with the Pope's Order to the Tiandou Palace to mobilize the four of us. It's not just to hunt down a Soul Saint, is it?"

"I don't know, but it's over now, so we can go to Soto City to get some fresh air before returning to Tiandou Palace." Cixue didn't care. It had been resolved, so it had nothing to do with them. It was a good opportunity to go to Soto City to get some fresh air. It was also very boring to always be in Tiandou Palace.

Upon hearing this, Tie Xiong fixed his eyes on the burly middle-aged man and asked, "Old bastard, what do you think of the blood-pricking proposal?"

When the middle-aged man heard Tiexiong's words, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his face darkened. Shemao and Cixue looked up to the sky, trying hard to suppress their smiles, pretending that they had seen and heard nothing.

After a while, the middle-aged man's somewhat gloomy voice came out from his mouth: "Iron Bear, I'm telling you again, my martial soul is a tortoise, a spirit tortoise, and my title is also a spirit tortoise."

"Then tell me, what is the difference between a turtle and a tortoise? They both have a turtle shell and four claws. Can you tell me what the difference is?" Tie Xiong looked at the turtle with a squint, very curious about the difference between the two.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you. I guess that when you cultivated to the title, you used your brain in exchange for your success. Otherwise, it would be impossible for you to be missing a thread in your brain." After the spirit turtle finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the direction of Soto City. He thought that the suggestion of pricking blood just now was very good.

Snake Spear suppressed his smile and said, "Iron Bear, I want to tell you about the difference between a turtle and a tortoise. First of all, a turtle's shell is harder than a tortoise's shell, and a turtle has no teeth and is relatively docile. But a tortoise is different. It has teeth and its neck can stretch very long, so it can be quite aggressive."

Tiexiong touched his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully, "So judging from his violent personality, his martial soul is still a turtle."

When the spirit turtle heard the voice, he paused for a moment, his face darkened, and he kept repeating in his mind, "Calm down, calm down, I can't beat him, I must calm down. He has a brain defect, a brain defect, I can't fight him, I can't fight him... "

In Soto City, in the Soto Fighting Spirit Arena, Qing Sheng and Ying'er were registering their competition information, while Ye Xuan and Qian Renxue were waiting on the side wearing beautifully shaped masks.

After Qingsheng and Ying'er registered the competition information, Qingsheng pointed at Ye Xuan behind him and said, "He is my brother, he will give me the money later." After that, Qingsheng took Ying'er and walked away.

Ye Xuan didn't care. It was just twenty gold soul coins. He paid for Qing Sheng, so it didn't matter.

The staff of the fighting arena looked at Qian Renxue in front of them and asked, "Soul power, code name, or real name."

"Level 57 Soul King, code name is: Angel." Qian Renxue answered straightforwardly.

After the staff input Qian Renxue's information, they looked at Ye Xuan and asked, "Soul power, code name, or real name."

"Level 14 soul master, code name: Evil God." Ye Xuan's voice sounded very casual.

However, the staff member stopped inputting the information, frowned slightly, and said, "Please give accurate information. We will test your spirit power here. If the information is false, you will be permanently blacklisted by the Fighting Spirit Arena."

(End of this chapter)