Douluo: I Am Unparalleled in the World

"Flayer, are you really sure that you want to go back to the Martial Soul Hall with Old Chrysanthemum? Your mission is already complete, and Xiaowu has been found. I don't understand why you even want to return to the Martial Soul Hall."

Du Gubo couldn't understand for the life of him why Ye Feng would want to go back to the Martial Soul Hall?!

"Hey, I'm talking to you, Du Gubo, what's it to you? Little Fengfeng wants to go back to the Martial Soul Hall with me, so what do you get to say about it? You have no right to interfere with his choices. Besides, it was the Pope himself who ordered Little Fengfeng and me to work together to bring the hundred-thousand-year soul ring to her hands. Now that the task is halfway complete, so don't mess with our final step."

"If there is any slip-up, I, Yue Guan, will never let you off the hook; what happens to you will be far worse than what happened to Brock and the others."

Yue Guan spoke with such a heavy tone.

Do you think Du Gubo would be afraid of Yue Guan?!

His words could only scare little children. Du Gubo was, after all, a Titled Douluo of rank ninety-nine and above—it's impossible to scare him off with just a few words!

"Pfft, I've lived for half a lifetime; why would I be scared of you? I've seen all kinds of people; it's just that I've never encountered someone as petty as you before, haha."

Du Gubo scoffed.

They could have gone to the Martial Soul Hall together, but Yue Guan made it very clear that he didn't want Du Gubo to join them!

Yue Guan simply wanted Ye Feng to return to the Martial Soul Hall with him, leaving Du Gubo alone in the forest.

"Do you think I even want to go to your Martial Soul Hall? Even if you really invited me over, I still wouldn't want to go—who would be keen on that?"

This was Du Gubo, pouting as he spoke.

He sometimes really did seem like an old child throwing a tantrum!

"So, you mean you don't want to go to the Martial Soul Hall, right? Old Poison, it's such a good opportunity, why wouldn't you go? I hear the Martial Soul Hall is a very interesting place; it'd be a pity if you don't go. Anyway, I am going to take a look,"

and maybe I can see my Xue'er. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and she must want to see me too!

My Xue'er, I hope you're doing well now; just a few more hours until we meet.

Xue'er will surely be delighted when she sees me!

Ye Feng murmured to himself.

"Let's go; don't waste words with the old man. He's not going to have the chance to go with us."

Yue Guan's disdainful stance.

What do you mean he doesn't have the chance to go? Clearly, it's you, Yue Guan, who doesn't want him to come along!

"Alright, let's stop teasing him and go."

That's when Ye Feng finally spoke up.

"Wait a minute, so what about Tang San? Do we leave him here or take him with us? Flayer, didn't you say before that you wanted Tang San to watch Xiaowu die before his very eyes? Don't tell me you've forgotten."

Du Gubo still remembered what Ye Feng had said earlier and reminded him of it.

"I think there's no need to take Tang San along; it's too much trouble. Xiaowu is about to die anyway, missing one last look won't make any difference. We should make it quick and clean, don't you think?"

Yue Guan disagreed with taking Tang San along. After they had already acted against Tang San, it was inappropriate to bring him back to the Martial Soul Hall!

"Give me a moment to think about it, ha. I guess it's not a bad idea to take him with us; it's just a bit of a hassle. Why don't you, Old Poison, carry him back? He looks pitiful without any family to take care of him. After treating him, we can still beat him up again if we want."

That's Ye Feng, suggesting that Du Gubo should carry Tang San back!

"Flayer, are you sick in the head? Have you become muddled from fighting too long or waterlogged in the brain? Tang San is your enemy; how could we possibly take him along to return with us?"

"I, Du Gubo, would never do such a thing."

Du Gubo said angrily.

Indeed, he was angry. Anyone would be to suggest an idea like Ye Feng's, let alone act on it!

"Oh, really?"

"If that's the case, you might very well run out of medicine, you know!"

Ye Feng's sinister stance.

Du Gubo failed to understand why Ye Feng insisted on taking Tang San along. Xiaowu was already targeted by Bi Bidong and would soon obtain the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, so taking Tang San to the Martial Soul Hall seemed pointless!

"You! Are you threatening me to do your bidding?!"

Du Gubo said sternly.

He glared at Ye Feng, furious.

"Hiss—"

"Little Fengfeng, do you think there's any hope for Tang San's arms and legs to be healed? I think the odds are slim; there's no Soul Master I've seen on the Continent who can save his limbs, none who've reattached a severed arm."

"Of course, there's hope! It all depends on whether the person is willing to help him!"

Du Gubo quickly retorted.

"Ding—"

Yue Guan promptly touched points on Tang San's body.

Now he could speak!

Tang San looked at the three of them with confusion as they continuously bickered.

Du Gubo's eyes shifted to Ye Feng, suggesting he was the person who could reattach the limbs.

Ye Feng could be considered a Divine Doctor, not only setting bones but also concocting various elixirs; a clever young man.

Du Gubo's ribs had been broken by Tang Hao but were healed by Ye Feng.

However, Du Gubo had promised not to tell anyone about this skill of Ye Feng's, and yet now, he betrayed him in front of Tang San and Yue Guan.

Now everyone knew, and at that moment, Ye Feng's heart was filled with rage!

With a glare that could kill, he stared intently at Du Gubo.