This made Ye Yu very surprised, and no one could detect the surge of the Power of Extreme Evil, not even a Titled Douluo.
Ye Yu watched the Power of Extreme Evil erupt, almost losing his mind. Fortunately, his Spiritual Power was no longer comparable to when he was in Soto City. Plus, the Power of Extreme Evil wasn't acting on himself, so he didn't go berserk.
Ye Yu saw the black aura gradually form into a humanoid figure, which inexplicably stirred emotions of excitement and closeness, as if there was a connection of flesh and blood.
...
At this moment, Dragon Lord left without hesitation; he already knew who the other party was—a very powerful Titled Douluo.
The white-clothed person impatiently said to the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo, "Quickly deal with them. Do I need to personally take action?"
"Yes, sir!"
Faced with the white-clothed person, this powerful Soul Douluo was extremely respectful.
The white-clothed person didn't move, but a faint fragrance spread, causing Tang San and the others to be horrified, their faces changing dramatically. This fragrance made them unable to move and unable to use their Soul Power.
They were certain the opponent was a Titled Douluo; the immense power gap caused them great fear, making them feel as insignificant as ants.
Just as the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo was about to prepare to resolve Tang San and the others, Xiao Wu's body glowed red.
Instantly, the white-clothed person exclaimed in surprise and withdrew the fragrance.
Immediately, Tang San and the others moved suddenly, exerting their full strength. The seven cooperated seamlessly, surprising the white-clothed person.
The Golden Eagle Soul Douluo was also quite shocked, but still did not take them seriously.
"Wait a moment!"
At this time, the white-clothed person spoke to stop, and an instant flash of nine Soul Rings on his body sent the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo, who was charging at Tang San and the others, flying away.
The Golden Eagle Soul Douluo landed in astonishment: "Sir, what is this?"
He was very shocked. Why did he act against him and stop him?
The white-clothed person ignored him, staring at Xiao Wu: "Do you carry the scent of Acacia Red? Did you gain its recognition?"
The white-clothed person was excited and envious.
"Let me see it."
The white-clothed person's words were undeniable, and Xiao Wu took out the Acacia Red.
Instantly, the white-clothed person's eyes lit up. This was what he dreamed of obtaining. If he could get the Acacia Red's recognition, he could break through to a new level.
Acacia Red was his dream, but unfortunately, it had already recognized a master and could not acknowledge anyone else.
The white-clothed person respectfully said to Acacia Red, "Worthy of being an Immortal Grade among Immortal Grass, my apologies for being presumptuous."
The white-clothed person said, "Diara, do whatever you want with the others, but you cannot touch this girl."
"Yes!" The Golden Eagle Soul Douluo, also known as Diara, prepared to take action again.
Dai Mubai, being the highest level among the seven, unleashed his full power and charged first.
"Hmm?"
The white-clothed person exclaimed in surprise once more, his gaze filled with amazement as he looked at Dai Mubai.
"Wait again."
The nine Soul Rings on the white-clothed person's body flashed again, and the ready-to-act Diara was once more swept away by an invisible force.
Crashing to the ground, Diara was extremely depressed and puzzled: "Sir, what is this?"
If the other party were a Soul Douluo, he would definitely rush up and fight to the death. Damn it, do you want me to act or not? Can't you make up your mind before letting me take action? As a Soul Douluo, don't I have face?
Feeling very angry, he grumbled, but dared not speak out loud.
The white-clothed person looked at Dai Mubai and surprisingly asked, "Have you also taken Immortal-grade Medicinal Herbs?"
The white-clothed person released his Martial Soul, and Dai Mubai was extremely shocked; it was identical to the Miraculous Heaven-Reaching Chrysanthemum he absorbed.
Dai Mubai nodded, and the other party no longer showed the initial hostility.
The white-clothed person was again filled with envy and lightly sighed, "No wonder I could sense the aura of the Heaven-Reaching Chrysanthemum, to think you absorbed the Miraculous Heaven-Reaching Chrysanthemum. It seems your future achievements won't be below mine."
Tang San was amazed in his heart, as the white-clothed person knew so much about Immortal-grade Medicinal Herbs.
The white-clothed person asked, "Would you be willing to take me as your master? You have also consumed Immortal-grade Medicinal Herbs. I can spare your life."
At this moment, Diara was left without tears, again because of consuming Immortal-grade Medicinal Herbs.
Diara internally cursed, thinking, "I'm so angry, another one I can't kill, damn you, Titled Douluo. If all seven had taken Immortal Grass, what do you want me to do then?"
Initially, if a Titled Douluo wished to take him as a disciple, he would definitely agree, but now was different.
Dai Mubai asked, "As long as you don't harm us, I'll agree. We are a whole, brothers and sisters, we either live together or die together."
Upon hearing this, the white-clothed person frowned and shook his head: "No, but I can compromise. I'll just kill him alone, the others can be spared."
The white-clothed person pointed at Tang San, and the target of this mission was Tang San.
Dai Mubai erupted with full force and said in a deep voice, "Then we will all die together!"
Xiao Wu and the others prepared to fight, and at the same time, Ye Yu flickered forward, ready for combat.
Ye Yu stood in front of the seven, saying solemnly, "Count me in."
The white-clothed person frowned and glanced at Ye Yu.
He didn't want to act against Ye Yu; the Saintess had previously instructed him not to harm this young man, as she intended to recruit Ye Yu to the Martial Soul Hall. Thus, the black-clothed person hadn't attacked Ye Yu earlier.
However, if resistance persisted, then he would have no choice but to kill.
The white-clothed person said angrily, "Hmph! I show you leniency and you push your limits, so die, all of you!"
Tang San didn't want others to die with him because of himself, trying to speak but was stopped by the others.
"Xiao San, we know what you want to say, but if it were me, you would definitely do the same. If a brother is in trouble, how can we abandon you just to survive?"
"Yes! Third Brother, say no more, we are brothers, sharing all hardships!"
Tang San felt warm in his heart, swallowing back his words, and nodded heavily.
Diara sighed internally, thinking he could finally act, and the master wouldn't stop him anymore.
Diara was ready to strike, like a great eagle spreading its wings to attack.
However, just as he launched, he was struck by an invisible force and flung to the ground again.
"Wait again!"
Diara was furious, wanting to spit blood!
"Sir, what now?"
"Hmph, fool, can't you sense it?"
The white-clothed person's voice was grave, and then, a white-robed elder approached on a sword, his hands behind his back, his figure straight, exuding an imposing aura of supremacy.
The white-clothed person gravely said, "Sword Dao Chen Xin."
It was Sword Douluo who had arrived.
Seeing Sword Douluo, Diara immediately got up and retreated behind the white-clothed person.
Sword Douluo glided over, his expression indifferent.
The white-clothed person demanded, "Do you intend to be our enemy?"
Sword Douluo sneered, "Yue Guan, you disgrace your title as a Titled Douluo, stooping to kill a few children, even hiding your face, are you afraid of public shame? Tang San has done favors for the Seven Treasure Glaze Sect, and I will not let you harm him."
At that moment, a dark shadow quietly appeared, standing beside the white-clothed person.
Facing the white and black-clothed people, Sword Douluo remained unmoved.
"Hmph, Ghost Douluo, you're here too. If you're eager for a fight, both of you can come at me together."
Sword Douluo was fearless.
The two knew the power of Sword Douluo, his Martial Soul known for the continent's strongest offense.
Although they knew Sword Douluo's strength, if it came to a fight, they were determined to join forces.
But just as they were ready to engage, their expressions suddenly changed.
A figure appeared, seemingly middle-aged, but still strikingly handsome. Ning Rongrong was very happy to see him, calling out, "Father!"
This person was Ning Fengzhi.
The moment Ning Fengzhi appeared, with seven Soul Rings shining from his body, the two abandoned their intention to fight.
The white-clothed person snorted coldly, "Today we concede. Ghost, let's go!"