130: Chapter 130: Dugu Bo: Is it too late for me to leave now?

"This... this... this..."

Dugu Bo opened his mouth wide, making a wheezing sound in his throat, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

He felt that his cognition, his worldview, had been completely shattered and ground into powder at this moment!

Spirit Douluo?!

This f*cking Spirit Douluo?!

Which Spirit Douluo could have this kind of spirit ring configuration?!

Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, four hundred-thousand-year spirit rings?!

This is simply unheard of, unseen!

Even the legendary Limit Douluo probably couldn't reach this level, right?!

This is no longer a genius; this is simply a monster!

An anomaly that violates the basic rules of the Spirit Master's world on the Douluo Continent!

He even started to doubt if he had fallen into some kind of powerful illusion, or... if he had actually died long ago, and what he was seeing now was the scene of hell?

Or perhaps, he wasn't really awake and was still having a nightmare?

The scene before his eyes had completely exceeded his range of understanding.

He felt like a fighter preparing to step into the ring. He only knew the opponent's surname was Tai. He thought it was Tyson, but it turned out to be Taro!

That feeling of being tiny, powerless, and absurd almost swallowed him whole.

Wang Donger watched Dugu Bo's pale, stiff appearance, as if he had seen a ghost, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened slightly.

She even kindly reminded him with a crisp, melodious voice: "Poison Douluo, are you still wanting to fight now?"

"Gulp..."

Dugu Bo swallowed with great difficulty and extremely slowly, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He looked at the eight spirit rings emitting terrifying aura under Wang Donger's feet, then looked at Lu Jing beside her, who was holding his arms, smiling as if watching a play, and finally, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the faint silhouette in the cold spring of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, emitting an extreme icy aura that made his soul tremble...

A chill went straight from his tailbone to his crown, instantly extinguishing all the anger, unwillingness, and greed in his heart, leaving only boundless fear and... a strong desire to survive!

"Cough, cough... th-that..." Dugu Bo's voice was extremely dry, with undisguised trembling.

The ferocity and coldness on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of almost fawning, cautious look of ingratiation. He slowly, extremely stiffly, took a half step back, his voice as small as a mosquito:

"Two... two young friends... it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! This old man... this old man was just passing by, yes, passing by! I heard some movement here and came to check... since... since you two are busy here, then... then this old man won't disturb you! This old man will leave now! Leave immediately! Just pretend... just pretend this old man never came today! How about that?"

After speaking, he looked at Wang Donger and Lu Jing eagerly; that look was even more docile and innocent than an old dog raised at home for ten years. Where was there any trace of the Poison Douluo's prestige?

Hearing Dugu Bo's fawning, cautious, and even somewhat humble inquiry, Wang Donger did not respond directly, and was even too lazy to look at this old poison master, who was aggressive just a moment ago, but now was fierce in appearance but cowardly in reality.

She just turned slightly to the side, her stunning face carrying a trace of coldness under the strange light of the valley. Her azure eyes looked at Lu Jing beside her, and she asked softly, her tone as flat as if she were asking what to eat for lunch: "What should we do?"

To her, whether Dugu Bo existed or not was really irrelevant.

A ninety-second-level Titled Douluo, even if he was an expert in poison, had very limited use in the face of the level they were currently facing and the future they were planning.

Killing him was nothing more than brushing off a speck of dust. Letting him go was also harmless. She left the decision to Lu Jing purely because she was too lazy to bother.

Lu Jing watched Wang Donger's indifferent appearance of "you decide, I don't care," and the smile on his lips deepened.

He gently reached out and patted Wang Donger's smooth shoulder, signaling her not to be so tense.

Immediately, he turned his gaze to the Poison Douluo opposite, who was stiff all over and wearing a smile that was uglier than crying, and revealed a smile that looked gentle but actually carried deep meaning.

"Donger, put away the spirit rings first, don't scare the senior." Lu Jing said to Wang Donger.

Upon hearing this, Wang Donger moved her mind, and those eight spirit rings emitting terrifying aura instantly retracted into her body. The powerful pressure that suffocated Dugu Bo also dissipated for the most part, leaving only the girl's own unfathomable temperament.

Dugu Bo was visibly relieved, his tense body relaxed slightly, but the vigilance and suspicion in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He looked at Lu Jing, not knowing what kind of medicine was in this young man's gourd, who was even more unfathomable.

Lu Jing took two steps forward, closer to Dugu Bo, with an almost harmless smile on his face, and said in a calm tone: "Senior Dugu, the matter just now was just a small misunderstanding, no need to take it to heart. Speaking of which, this can be considered our second meeting. Since we have met again, why don't... we discuss a matter of cooperation, how about it?"

"Co... cooperation?" Dugu Bo was completely stunned, his dark green snake pupils full of confusion and astonishment. He doubted if he had misheard.

Cooperation? With these two young people whose strength was terrifying and whose background was unfathomable?

And that was right after he almost made a move, but was easily blocked and crushed by the other party. This transformation was too fast, right?

He subconsciously repeated: "What cooperation?"

The smile on Lu Jing's face remained unchanged, but his gaze seemed to be able to pierce through Dugu Bo's body and see his true condition inside.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but every word clearly entered Dugu Bo's ears: "I can see that, Senior, you... are poisoned. Moreover, the poison is deep, deep into the bone marrow, and even... has infected your Spirit origin."

"Nonsense!"

As soon as Lu Jing finished speaking, Dugu Bo jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The forced calm and fawning on his face were instantly replaced by a mixture of shock, anger, shame, and a trace of imperceptible fear!

His voice was sharp, almost roaring as he retorted: "This old man is the Poison Douluo! In the World of poison, who can surpass me?! I have lived with poison all my life, and I have long been immune to all poisons! You actually say I am poisoned? It is simply nonsense, alarmist talk! Stop talking nonsense here and insulting my name!"

As the Poison Douluo, his poison skills were famous throughout the continent. Using poison and controlling poison was his pride and the foundation of his survival.

Now, an inexperienced kid actually said to his face that he, the ancestor of poison, was poisoned? This was simply the greatest insult and trampling on his lifelong cultivation and reputation!