Douluo: Reincarnation of Pineapple Blowing Snow, the Fruit Treasure returns!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stared intently at the silent mountain wall.

The suffocating stillness around them slowly dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence and the surging anger and frustration in their chests.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's fingers were clenched so tightly they cracked, and her charming face had turned into an angry little bird.

"They actually...they actually let them in! And they did it even with the two of us working together...What a disgrace!"

The shadow beneath Ghost Douluo's ghostly black robe rippled violently, and his hoarse voice carried a hint of disbelief and sinister intent:

"That kid's final burst of speed... definitely surpassed the limit of a Title Douluo, and was approaching that of a Super Douluo!"

And that eerie power of lightning… His Holiness the Pope was right, those three little bastards are indeed strange!”

They've dominated the Douluo Continent for so many years, when have they ever suffered such humiliation?
Two Title Douluo, using their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, actually managed to let a Soul King slip away right under their noses.

However, staring at the ominous entrance, the anger and murderous intent in their eyes were gradually replaced by a cold mockery and schadenfreude.

Chrysanthemum Douluo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and a cold smile appeared on his lips:

"Hmph, so what if we go in? It's just a different way to die. The Slaughter City... that's a true hell that even we dare not easily set foot in."

Ghost Douluo let out a cold, mocking laugh.
"That's right. Soul skills can't be used. It's full of madmen who have lost their minds and endless killing... Just these three young punks?"
They probably wouldn't even make it past the first day; they'd be nothing but two skeletons—no, perhaps not even skeletons would remain.

They were well aware of the terror of the Slaughter City, a place where even Title Douluo could perish.

So many people have gone in, but only two people have ever come out of Douluo Continent.

The chances of three Soul Kings surviving after entering are virtually zero.

"Very well," Chrysanthemum Douluo said sinisterly, "It saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves and getting our hands dirty. In any case, they'll die whether they fall into our hands or go in. The result is the same—they will definitely not come out alive."

Thinking this way, most of the frustration in my heart immediately dissipated.

The mission was essentially successful; although the process was ugly, the result seemed...acceptable?
"Go back and report," Ghost Douluo said hoarsely.
"Report the truth: the target has fled into the killing city and has no hope of survival."

The two stopped there, unwilling to even glance at the entrance again, as if it were some filth tainted with misfortune.

With a flicker, Chrysanthemum Douluo transformed into golden light, while Ghost Douluo merged into the shadows and vanished from the spot in an instant.

In the distance, the Spirit Hall members who were engaged in battle with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's spirit masters also received the order. They feinted an attack, broke away from the battle, and quickly followed the two elders to retreat.

The few surviving Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School all bore injuries to varying degrees.

They gathered together, gazing at the eerie mountain wall in the distance, their expressions complex, a mixture of relief and indescribable heaviness.

A Soul Master sighed:
"Finally... we got in. Although it was a place where almost everyone was going to die, it's still better than falling into the hands of the Spirit Hall immediately."

The other person nodded: "Yes, at least there's still a glimmer of hope. That's all we can do. Let's go back and report to the sect leader."

They took one last look at the mountainside that seemed to have remained unchanged, then turned and helped their injured companion, quietly leaving this desolate place that was about to fall into deathly silence once again.

Outside the entrance, the wind still blew, as if nothing had happened.

Only the traces of battle left on the ground and the faint, lingering fluctuations of soul energy silently testified to the thrilling chase and escape that had just taken place. (End of Chapter)