Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Sikong Zheng's entire face was hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.

Dugu Bo crossed his arms, no longer sneering, but with a blank expression.

He no longer bothered to waste any expression on Sikong Zheng.

In Dugu Bo's view, arguing with a brat like Sikong Zheng would only lower the prestige of him as a Title Douluo.

He's just a nobody; I can kill him easily.

Dugu Bo looked at the trash in front of him who dared to provoke him, shook his head in disappointment, felt extremely bored, and prepared to kill the kid in front of him.

Dugu Bo stood with his left hand behind his back, his tall and slender body as straight as a javelin, while his right hand reached out like a ghost, creating a series of afterimages. His strength as a Title Douluo was on full display.

But that's not the point. What is Dugu Bo's title? It's Poison! All his skills lie in poison.

Suddenly, a cloud of green poisonous mist rose from Dugu Bo's right palm.

As soon as the poisonous fog appeared, it was accompanied by a strong, pungent odor. Even more terrifying, a hissing sound came from the air, as if the poisonous fog was corroding the air itself.

That does prove his words true; Dugu Bo's promise to make Sikong Zheng wish he were dead seems to be more than just talk.

Dugu Bo's eyes were indifferent as he raised his right palm to slap Sikong Zheng's face.

"slow."

Sikong Zheng suddenly raised his right hand and whispered.

Dugu Bo stopped what he was doing, unsuspecting, and said condescendingly:

"Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Say your last words now, and I'll send you on your way."

After saying that, he glanced sideways at Sikong Zheng, as if to say, "I'm just letting you live a few more seconds."

Sikong Zheng slowly raised his head, his eyes calm and composed, and said:

"My last words are..., they are..., die!!!"

Sikong Zheng's soul power surged rapidly, and he lost control of his expression again, his face instantly contorting.

Even when Sikong Zheng uttered the last three words, his voice cracked due to excessive excitement, demonstrating his "utter depravity".

Before he finished speaking, his five right fingers were already crackling with frenzied lightning, and tiny lightning snakes coiled around his arm.

Sikong Zheng's five fingers transformed into five peerless thunder blades, swiftly probing towards Dugu Bo's heart. Using the sharpness of the lightning, he aimed to seize Dugu Bo's heart in one strike and kill him with a sneak attack.

Because it was a sneak attack, meant to catch the opponent off guard, Sikong Zheng didn't have time to unleash his powerful skills.

Dugu Bo was, after all, a titled Douluo. In an instant, his hair stood on end, and he was filled with shock and anger. However, his rich experience allowed him to make a quick judgment and decisively pull out his left arm to protect his chest and block his vital points.

At that moment, the previously frenzied thunder and lightning ceased their sharp roar and returned to calm.

But it is precisely this calm that makes it all the more abnormal. Just like a lake with a calm surface, it is only a facade. Danger often lurks beneath the deep and terrifying waters.

The lightning bestowed by the Dark Demon God Tiger allowed Sikong Zheng's five fingers to slice through tofu as easily as a knife, instantly piercing into the flesh of Dugu Bo's left arm.

At this moment, the previously dormant lightning finally revealed its ferocity, concentrating on one point for a better outburst.

Purple lightning erupted unrestrainedly within Dugu Bo's left arm, emitting a chilling hissing sound, followed by splattering chunks of bright red flesh and blood.

Sikong Zheng's attack failed to achieve the desired effect, and without giving Dugu Bo a chance to retaliate, he decisively withdrew.

In three quick movements, Sikong Zheng instantly created a hundred-meter distance between himself and Dugu Bo.

Sikong Zheng touched the ground with the balls of his feet, leaving three afterimages. His movements were fluid and decisive, fully demonstrating his rigorous training and his imposing presence.

He didn't rely entirely on luck in the Killing City; his decisive execution is what makes him so difficult to deal with.

Dugu Bo, relying on his status as a Title Douluo, naturally didn't take Sikong Zheng seriously. After all, in the world of Soul Masters, who would believe that someone would dare to ambush a Title Douluo?

Sikong Zheng and Dugu Bo were already very close, and because Dugu Bo was careless and Sikong Zheng was unprepared, Sikong Zheng managed to launch a surprise attack by sheer luck.

"Hmm~"

Dugu Bo groaned, suffering excruciating pain, but surprisingly, this Poison Douluo did not scream.

On Dugu Bo's left arm, where the wound had been cut, stark white bone was exposed, with several pieces of flesh hanging between the bones.

Those with weak willpower will surely vomit upon seeing this, or even faint from fright.

Dugu Bo remained calm and composed, quickly tapping his body a few times to temporarily suppress his injuries with his powerful soul force.

Even so, large amounts of blood still seeped out, staining his green shirt red.

"Hahahaha... hee hee hee... old dog, how does it taste?"

Sikong Zheng laughed heartily, mocking Dugu Bo without restraint or fear.

You're not a good person, and I'm certainly not a kind one either.

"You bastard!"

Dugu Bo was furious. This brat dared to launch a sneak attack, showing absolutely no dignity befitting a Soul Master.

Enraged, Dugu Bo unleashed his full power of level 91 soul strength. The fierce aura shook the grass and stones around him, clearly indicating that he was now truly enraged.

As Dugu Bo's soul power surged, nine soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black—suddenly appeared and spread out beneath his feet.

"Ahhh... brat, if I don't kill you today, I won't be able to vent my hatred. No, killing you would be too easy for you. I'll make you taste all the poisons in the world. I... I'll make you wish you were dead..."

Dugu Bo's eyes were bloodshot. This was the first time in so many years that he had suffered such a serious injury. The numbing effect of the lightning had left his left arm numb to this day.

The intense pain triggered a murderous aura in the Poison Douluo, causing his hair to stand on end and him to go completely berserk.

Sikong Zheng was spouting wild nonsense, but his eyes were like needles, fixed on Dugu Bo's movements, indicating that he was not careless at all, but was seriously dealing with a titled Douluo.

Although this Poison Douluo is extremely weak among the titled Douluo, he will not be careless or underestimate him because of this.

He didn't want to be one of those villains who would end up losing everything.

Sikong Zheng grinned, clapped his hands, and said with a wicked smile:

"Alright, then I'll give you a chance to be my whetstone."

"You're not the first Title Douluo to attack me. In the future, I will attack many more Title Douluos, and even slaughter them, hahahahaha..."

With a burst of wild laughter from Sikong Zheng, five soul rings, yellow, purple, and black, rose up and spread out beneath his feet, pulsating slowly.

Upon seeing Sikong Zheng's extravagant spirit ring configuration, Dugu Bo's pupils shrank. His previous contempt for Sikong Zheng had vanished without a trace, and he was slightly surprised.

But it was just surprise. He was just a Soul King. No matter how much he jumped, could he still be a match for a Title Douluo like him?

"Then, I'll make the first move!"

"Killing God Domain, activate."

"Evil God's Domain, open."

"Divine Tree Domain, open."

Boom—, the three peerless domains of red, black, and cyan unfolded, unleashing a unified force that covered heaven and earth.

"Hiss hiss hiss... sizzle sizzle..."

Two completely different powers manifested in Sikong Zheng's palms respectively, and their power was multiplied by the support of the three domains.

Using the wind, Sikong Zheng slowly rose into the air, stopping just one meter off the ground.

He held aloft a cyan spiral wind ball, ten feet in diameter, as if to tear apart the surrounding space, while his right hand gripped a ten-foot-long purple-white lightning spear, with countless lightning snakes coiling and spitting out lightning.

The area around Sikong Zheng was filled with flying sand and stones, like a god who held the reins of law.

At this moment, Dugu Bo was dumbfounded, completely lacking the noble demeanor of a Soul Master, his mouth agape. This... this is a Soul King?