Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 122: Living with mountains and water!

"You two are having a great time!"

Du Bafang patted the two men on the shoulders with a smile, but a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

These two were spying on the sect's secrets; in Tang San's words, they were courting death!

Although he had noticed the presence of spies before, he did not take any action because they maintained a certain distance and were only probing their location.

Unexpectedly, because of his kindness, these people took advantage of him and even "observed" right under his nose!

Today, these people dare to eavesdrop right under his nose.

Tomorrow, these people will dare to show up outside the council chamber, or even sit inside!

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Du Bafang's eyes intensified.

The two of them shuddered. There was something wrong with this Poison Eight Directions, something really serious!

This momentum and speed are something that even a Soul Saint cannot unleash.

The two exchanged a glance without speaking, and then prepared to run away.

A spy's job is to gather information, not to fight with others.

Unless absolutely necessary, their primary criterion is to successfully bring the message back to their own faction.

"Since you two appreciate the beauty of this mountain so much, why not bury us here?"

"Living alongside mountains and bordering on water!"

Du Bafang said expressionlessly, and his words had a certain charm.

However, after hearing these words, the two felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat.

The other party is intent on killing!

Knowing full well that they were Soul Saints, the fact that this acting sect leader of the Body Sect still harbored murderous intent speaks volumes.

"escape!"

Without any hesitation, the two tried to break free from Du Bafang's grasp almost simultaneously, because his hand was still on their shoulders.

It erupted with all its might.

The two of them did not move an inch, but instead risked dislocating their shoulders.

It was as if what was pressing down on their shoulders was not a person, but a mountain; no matter how much they struggled, it was all in vain.

At that moment, the two realized the seriousness of the situation.

He swallowed hard and subconsciously turned his head to look at Du Bafang behind him.

The opponent's strength doesn't seem like that of a sect leader; it's more like that of a Martial God Douluo...

Upon seeing Du Bafang's face, the two became even more puzzled.

It is indeed Poison Eight Directions, but why is his strength so terrifying?

It should be noted that this was only a little over two months after the establishment of the Body Sect.

Even for a Soul Saint with unparalleled talent, breaking through to the next level is a stroke of incredible luck...

Just over two months ago, this acting sect leader was merely a Soul Saint of level seventy-two or seventy-three.

Du Bafang remained unmoved upon seeing this, as if he didn't care about the two of them at all.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, his eyes lit up, and he said, "The sect leader is a very reasonable person..."

Perhaps, because in Du Bafang's eyes, Zhongli is not a human, but a "god"!

"Therefore, my Body Sect is also very reasonable."

"I'll give you two a chance. If you can let me release my Martial Soul, we'll call it quits."

"If not, then this will be your burial ground!"

After saying this, Du Bafang saw the two off.

The two men exchanged a glance and nodded. As spies, they would remain silent if possible; it was part of their professional ethics.

A glance, a gesture—that's all it takes to communicate.

Given the current situation, they have no other choice but to follow the advice of Du Bafang.

Although they were spies, they were still Soul Saint level experts, who would be considered patriarchs in most forces.

They were confident that they could unleash the Martial Soul of Du Bafang.

Even if a Title Douluo were to deal with a Soul Saint, an ordinary Title Douluo would not dare to utter such a bold statement.

A Soul Master's strength is at least 80-90% derived from their Martial Soul. Without releasing their Martial Soul or using Soul Skills, a Titled Soul Master's destructive power is limited.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Unlike competitions and normal battles, they did not speak to reveal what their martial spirit was.

In battle, the less information or intelligence the opponent knows, the greater your chances of winning.

Any seasoned veteran understands this principle.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body"

The spirit rings had just risen from their feet when their seventh spirit rings flashed almost simultaneously.

Their lives were at stake, and they could not afford to be careless.

Is this a test to see if it's being used?

By then, there might not even be a chance!

One of the Soul Saints possessed a cat as his Martial Soul. After releasing his Martial Soul True Form, he transformed into a completely black cat.

"A ghostly cat?"

"A member of the Zhu family!"

Du Bafang remained expressionless, thinking to himself that he did not directly expose the other party's identity.

The other Soul Saint's Martial Soul is a wind-attribute war tiger...

After glancing at the two men briefly, Du Bafang's eyes twitched, and he understood.

So they were spies from the Xingluo royal family and the noble Zhu family!

Du Bafang was originally from the Star Luo Empire and had even cultivated to the Soul Saint level. He had some understanding of the Star Luo royal family and the Zhu family.

This martial spirit is like a martial arts technique; once it is used, there is a risk of revealing one's identity.

If it weren't for the Netherworld Cat, but just a wind-attribute War Tiger, Du Bafang wouldn't have even considered the Star Luo Royal Family.

"No wonder those two had no sense of propriety, getting so close to me!"

"So it's the Star Luo royal family!"

Du Bafang sneered. If he had made a move earlier, he could have crushed their necks directly, and then he wouldn't have known the power behind them.

The reason for giving them a chance was to find out the forces behind them!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Spirit Hall, and the Heaven Dou Royal Family all use different methods to gather information.

Normally, they would come to visit with a lot of cultivation resources, to gather intelligence, etc., so wouldn't that be a convenient side effect?

Although there were people observing in the shadows, they were far away and only managed to find out the general location of the disciples of the Body Sect.

The Star Luo Empire is ruled by a royal family, who have a monopoly on power and are used to being domineering.

This practice was within the expectations of Poison Eight Directions.

After releasing their Martial Soul True Forms, the two launched an attack on Poison Eight Directions simultaneously with perfect coordination.

The two have worked together for decades, and although they are not blood brothers, their tacit understanding is perfect.

Du Bafang didn't dodge; instead, he rubbed his fist and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

As a "second-generation" Douluo, his entire body is a weapon. In terms of physical strength alone, someone like Tang Hao is no match for him.

You should know that he possesses a torso soul bone that is over 90,000 years old, and two arm soul bones that are 100,000 years old.

With such a body of soul bones, which Title Douluo wouldn't be envious?

In addition to the Soul Bone, he also consumed the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, which greatly enhanced his physique.

Of course, Du Bafang was unaware of the power of faith, which was the most useful thing to him!

(End of this chapter)