Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 210: Team Building

This was the result of Su Qiu guiding them with his soul skill, Destiny. He couldn't force these people to act, but he could still induce them to gather together.

After all, coming together is a good option when faced with such a sudden event.

At this point, they were arguing vehemently.

"Shut up, all of you!"

A loud shout echoed through the valley. The speaker was Mo Feng, the Evil Bone Douluo, one of the few remaining Title Douluos of the Green Skull Clan, and one of the most powerful among them. He was shrouded in black and red mist, and the bone staff he held, forged from a thousand souls, slammed heavily into the ground.

But his roar failed to quell the panic among the crowd.

"Shut up? Mo Feng, how do you expect us to shut up?!" a thin, black-robed man shrieked, his face deathly pale, his voice filled with hysteria. "Thirty-seven strongholds! All gone in one day! The Soul Saints and Soul Douluos in those strongholds vanished without a trace! Is this something a human could do?!"

"If it wasn't done by a human, what else could it be?" another burly man with a face full of scars said in a deep voice, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Mo Feng. "I think it was you, Mo Feng, who colluded with outsiders and betrayed us! Otherwise, why would it be the last stronghold you were in charge of that was wiped out?!"

"Bullshit!" Mo Feng roared, swinging his bone staff. A black and red blade of light grazed Tu Qian's cheek, leaving a deep gash in the mountain wall behind him. "Tu Qian, stop spouting nonsense! I'm with the organization, how could I possibly betray them?!"

"In short, there must be a traitor among us!" the black-robed man shrieked. "We've been hiding so well that even the Holy Spirit Cult doesn't know our exact location! Who could have leaked our entire stronghold?!"

"Alright." The person in the middle spoke up to stop the noise. He was the leader of the Green Skulls, the Skull Douluo, a level 98 Super Douluo.

This is also why the Green Skull has been able to cause trouble on the Star Luo Continent.

"The most pressing question now is, what should we do next?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice hoarse but clear: "Internal strife solves nothing. Now, the Star Luo Empire may have methods we don't yet know about, and our location has definitely been exposed. The only option is to retreat."

He didn't think there were any traitors among these people, because among the destroyed strongholds were places he didn't even remember—small, abandoned places.

The crowd fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on him, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“Or, we can hold this position.” The leader spoke slowly, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the soul tool at his waist. “The Myriad Soul Devouring Array I’ve set up is enough to withstand the attack of a Limit Douluo.”

“Then we’ll seek help from the Holy Spirit Cult.” He paused, a dark glint in his eyes. “We have what the Holy Spirit Cult needs. As long as we send out a distress signal, they won’t stand idly by. Lord Ghost Emperor won’t sit idly by.”

The group exchanged glances and unanimously agreed, "Agreed."

"agree."

The last sound was crisp and clear, full of vitality. It stood out abruptly from the string of hoarse sounds.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look, where a little blond-haired boy was standing.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Su Qiu smiled happily and said, "Hello everyone."

Dead silence.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's whispers seemed to have been choked.

Their eyes were fixed on the blond-haired boy who had suddenly appeared.

He stood at the edge of the altar, wearing a faded short-sleeved shirt, a single, conspicuous tuft of hair sticking up on his head, and a silly grin on his face. He was completely out of place with the eerie atmosphere around him, like a mortal boy who had wandered into a ghostly realm.

Yet this seemingly harmless boy caused Skeleton Douluo's pupils to suddenly contract, and his withered body to tense uncontrollably.

He couldn't sense the boy's presence.

"Who, who are you?" Skeleton Douluo's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

Mo Feng was filled with shock and rage. He knew some of the members of the Douluo delegation, and he suddenly pointed at Su Qiu, his black and red mist churning wildly: "Su Qiu? When did you sneak in?!"

He had set up an array; not even a fly could escape its detection, let alone a living person! But this young man seemed to have appeared out of thin air!
Su Qiu tilted her head, stuffed a wild fruit into her mouth, chewed it with a crunching sound, and chuckled indistinctly, "I've been here for a while. I was picking fruit right there while you two were arguing."

He pointed to the orchard deep in the valley, where a few bright red wild berries were still hanging. "The berries here are quite sweet. Would you like to try some?"

Upon hearing this, the evil spirit masters all changed color.

Tu Qian roared, his scarlet eyes widening like copper bells, his muscles bulging, and his soul power erupting without reservation. The pressure of a Title Douluo swept across the entire area: "Boy, you're asking for death!"

He flashed forward and pounced on Su Qiu like a tiger, his fists swirling with dense, blood-red soul power, aiming straight for Su Qiu's face!

This punch is enough to shatter a small mountain!
But Su Qiu seemed not to notice, continuing to chew on wild fruit, her smile unchanged.

Just as Tu Qian's fist was about to strike him, Su Qiu gently raised his hand, a faint cyan-gold light swirling around his fingertips.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no thunderous explosion of energy.

Tu Qian's powerful punch vanished the instant it touched the cyan-gold light.

Su Qiu slowly transformed into a beam of light and shadow, with two-word battle armor constantly appearing and covering his entire body.

He held the sword of victory in his hand.

The two-word battle armor clung to his body, with interwoven patterns flowing across it, outlining sharp lines. His originally harmless boyish aura vanished instantly, replaced by an aura of domineering majesty.

Tu Qian's fist froze in mid-air, and his blood-red soul power dissipated rapidly as if it had encountered its nemesis. He could clearly feel an overwhelming pressure emanating from his soul, leaving him without the strength to even move a finger.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Tu Qian's voice was filled with despair, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Su Qiu ignored him, flicked her wrist, and the Sword of Excalibur sliced ​​through the air, leaving a dazzling golden arc of light.

There was no piercing sound of air being torn apart, and no violent energy fluctuations.

The arc of light lightly swept across Tu Qian's body.

The next second, this infamous Title Douluo didn't even have time to utter a scream before turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air, leaving not even a trace of soul power behind.

Skeleton Douluo frowned slightly; this power had already reached the level of a Super Douluo.

(End of this chapter)