13: Chapter 13: Beibei's Demise! Will You Come With Me?

The brief silence was broken by Bei Bei's rapid gasping.

He stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu's handsome face, then looked over at Qian Renxue, whose golden hair was dazzling and whose face was still quite youthful; his pupils dilated from extreme shock, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"No... impossible!"

Bei Bei's voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and he said with a face full of shock, "Qian Daoliu... Qian Renxue... how could you be here?!"

As the great-grandson of Dragon God Douluo Mu En, he knew quite a bit more about events from ten thousand years ago than others.

Among them were Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue; after all, these were the greatest opponents of the Sea God Tang San before he became a god.

Qian Daoliu, the pillar of Spirit Hall, a level 99 Limit Douluo; Qian Renxue, the successor of the Angel God, who had once infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire as a woman... these names had shone in history books for ten thousand years, how could they be standing alive in front of him?

Most importantly, to highlight the ability and power of Tang San, the strength of Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue had even been specially increased quite a bit.

At this moment, the man in black also recovered from his shock, his face as pale as paper, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Although he did not understand this history as well as Bei Bei, he had heard of the weight that the three words "Qian Daoliu" represented—that was an existence that even Titled Douluo had to look up to ten thousand years ago, belonging to a true powerhouse.

Qian Daoliu's brows furrowed even tighter, and a trace of coldness flashed in his golden eyes: "You know this old man, but this old man does not know you. Speak, who exactly are you? Which faction are you from?"

He could feel that the aura on these young people was not simple, especially Bei Bei's Holy Dragon of Light Spirit; although mutated, it had a deep foundation and was definitely not ordinary.

But the way they looked at him was too complicated, as if they were looking at a... legend that had long since passed away.

"I don't believe it!"

Bei Bei shook his head violently, a trace of madness flashing in his eyes, and he rebuked Lu Jing: "This must be an illusion! It's your trick, you Evil Spirit Master!"

He turned to look at the man in black and shouted sternly: "Attack! Capture them, I want to verify it myself!"

In his view, there were only two possibilities before him: either Lu Jing had used evil arts to create an illusion, or... they had truly traveled through time and space.

Regardless of which it was, he had to capture these two "Qian Daoliu" and "Qian Renxue" to ask clearly!

The man in black hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth, spread his black wind wings, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.

He knew he was definitely not an opponent for the people before him, but Bei Bei's order could not be disobeyed.

"You don't know your place."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, not even looking at the man in black rushing over, just lifting his finger.

An invisible pressure fell like a mountain, the Soul Power on the man in black instantly dissipated, his wind wings directly shattered, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, hitting a distant tree trunk with a "puff" sound; when he slid to the ground, he had already lost his breath, without even a trace of struggle.

Instant kill!

Lu Jing, Bei Bei, and Wang Donger all gasped simultaneously.

Is this the strength of a Limit Douluo? Too lazy to even be serious when attacking, just the residual power killed a Spirit Saint?

Bei Bei's charging footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and the madness on his face was replaced by fear.

He could clearly feel that if that pressure landed on him, he would only die more miserably than the man in black.

"Still want to attack?" Qian Daoliu's gaze turned to Bei Bei, with not a trace of warmth in his golden eyes.

"Boom!"

Another wave of pressure erupted, and Bei Bei was hit as if by a giant hammer, flying horizontally and smashing heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to climb up, but found that his whole body's bones hurt as if they had fallen apart, and blood kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Only then did Bei Bei have to accept this cruel fact—the person before him really was Qian Daoliu.

Only that kind of absolute power that stood above all Spirit Masters could possibly crush him so easily.

Qian Daoliu ignored Bei Bei further, turning his head to look at Lu Jing, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable power: "This kid has deep hostility toward you, keeping him is a disaster."

"This old man can hand him over to you to deal with, on the condition that... you must tell me why you know this old man, and also what that 'Spirit Hall has been destroyed for ten thousand years' claim of yours is all about."

He could tell that among these few young people, although Lu Jing was young, he was the calmest and most likely to know the truth.

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looking at Bei Bei on the ground.

The other party was staring at him with resentful eyes, blood foam hanging from the corners of his mouth, yet he still revealed a tenacity that refused to yield, that gaze seemingly saying "If you have the guts, kill me."

Lu Jing sneered inwardly. Keeping a madman like this would be trouble sooner or later. Moreover, although Tang Ya's death could not be blamed entirely on him, Bei Bei clearly already regarded him as an irreconcilable enemy, and letting a tiger return to the mountain was no different from seeking his own death.

"Fine, I agree." Lu Jing nodded, his eyes gradually turning cold.

He walked toward Bei Bei step by step, each step treading on the soft fallen leaves, making a slight sound, yet it was like a heavy hammer striking Bei Bei's heart.

Bei Bei struggled to stand up, but was stomped on the chest by Lu Jing and pressed back to the ground. The intense pain made him cough up a mouthful of blood, and his vision began to blur.

"Didn't expect this, did you?"

Lu Jing looked down at him, his tone carrying a trace of mockery, and said: "You were bent on killing me, yet in the end, you are going to die at my hands."

"Evil... Evil Spirit Master..."

Bei Bei roared with his last ounce of strength, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment, saying: "Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Then go be a ghost." Lu Jing couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him, his eyes narrowing, the World-Destroying Black Lotus above his head suddenly surged, thick black mist condensing into a jet-black lotus blade, which, carrying a harsh whistling sound, smashed fiercely toward Bei Bei's head!

"Puchi!"

Blood splashed, dyeing the surrounding fallen leaves red. Bei Bei's roar came to an abrupt end, and those scarlet eyes lost all luster, completely devoid of life.

Lu Jing withdrew the World-Destroying Black Lotus, shook the bloodstains off his hands, turned to look at Qian Daoliu, and said in a calm tone: "The person has been killed. Now, I can answer your questions."

Qian Daoliu did not ask immediately, but instead took Qian Renxue and led the way toward the direction outside the forest.

It was obvious that he did not want Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen to know the truth of the matter.

Similarly, Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen himself did not want to know, because if things went poorly, even he and Yu Tianheng might be killed here by Qian Daoliu, resulting in being silenced.

Lu Jing took a deep breath, took a look at the departing backs of Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, then turned his gaze toward Wang Donger, who was not far away and still in a daze, and asked: "Do you want to come with me?"