Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

Chapter 45 You're Too Arrogant

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"Xiao Wu, what adjective do you think should be used to describe his statement just now?" Nan Feng turned to look at Xiao Wu, who was eavesdropping not far away.

"Idiot!" Xiao Wu said without hesitation.

Golden Crocodile's expression froze for a moment, but before he could explode, Nan Feng spoke again, "Think carefully. This is the Pope's territory, and it's also my territory. Are you sure you want to disrespect me here?"

Golden Crocodile frowned. "What, you're threatening me now?"

"Kid, don't push your luck. A 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast is not something you can handle. Without our support, even Bibi Dong couldn't stop those Title Douluos from making a move."

"Damn it! You've gotten used to being a robber, haven't you?" Nan Feng's face fell.

"Qian Xunji also used this same high-sounding method to snatch Tang Hao before, and now you want to do the same thing?"

"You have to pay for one more to keep one? How are you guys so arrogant?"

"You stupid piece of crap."

Golden Crocodile's expression froze. "You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? Qian Xunji sacrificed himself to steal the Blue Silver Emperor, and now you want to try too?" Nan Feng said.

"Don't be ungrateful!" Golden Crocodile roared.

"I know your mother's head!" Nan Feng said, speechless.

"To avenge that idiot Qian Xunji, I single-handedly killed two Soul Douluo elders of the Clear Sky Sect. What about you?"

"Damn it, when we were fighting the Haotian Sect, you all hid in the Elder Hall and didn't dare to utter a sound, for fear that the other side would risk their lives and take two of your men away."

"How come you're so arrogant now? You even need me to get you one?"

"Damn it! Am I your father?"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you yell again, I'll skin you alive and make you a belt!"

Golden Crocodile's expression darkened, and the soul power of a peak Douluo surged forth, intending to teach this outspoken brat a lesson.

"Hey, what's the Second Elder up to?"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out, and she stood in front of Nan Feng, dispelling the oppressive power of his soul force.

"Bullying the weak? Tsk~ How interesting." Bibi Dong's face was full of sarcasm.

"He hasn't moved for decades, but when he does, it's to bully a sixteen-year-old child. No wonder he's called Golden Crocodile Douluo! I admire him!"

Golden Crocodile's expression froze, and he suppressed his anger, withdrawing his soul power.

"Bibi Dong, he's immature, but you should be. If you had killed those two transformed soul beasts outside and absorbed their soul rings and soul bones, the Elders' Hall wouldn't have said a word against you. But now, you've brought the transformed soul beasts back, and everyone has seen it..."

"So you want a share of the pie?" Bibi Dong interrupted.

"Why should I? Because you're older? Or because you're shameless?"

"You're over a hundred, almost two hundred years old, how come you're getting more and more backward? When a child is hungry, they look for milk, or at least their own parents. What about you?"

"Hungry? What are you doing here? Do you think I'm your mother?"

"Oh, sorry, I don't have a son as old and stupid as you. I'd even think you're ugly enough to be my grandson."

"You!" Jin E's face flushed red.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Can't you understand human language?" Bibi Dong asked.

"I've made my intentions so obvious that I want you to get lost, what are you still standing here for? What, don't you understand? Do you have to force me to say it outright?"

"good!"

"Elder Golden Crocodile, please, hurry up and scramble out of my way, in a perfectly round shape, and get the hell out of here!"

Jin E's face fell completely. "Bibi Dong, do you really think I can't handle you?"

"You're too arrogant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Crocodile's level 98 soul power pressed down on Bibi Dong.

Unfortunately, it's completely useless.

"That's it?" Bibi Dong said with a look of disdain.

The pressure of a level 98 soul power can only intimidate soul masters below level 95, and it's only a psychological intimidation. She's currently level 97, so if they really fight, that old bastard Golden Crocodile won't be able to do anything to her.

"You..." Golden Crocodile was taken aback.

Level 97?!

Is this what twin martial souls are?

"Alright, enough with the 'you, you, you'. If you want to take it, just do it. Don't pretend to be polite," Bibi Dong said.

Jin E frowned. "Bibi Dong, don't think you can do anything just because you level up quickly with your twin martial souls. You're only level 97."

"If you're not going to move, then get lost!" Bibi Dong was getting impatient.

"Shut up, all you do is bark! Why don't you fight back!"

Golden Crocodile took a deep breath and gave Bibi Dong a cold look.

He turned and left.

"???"

Nan Feng was completely bewildered.

"Is this old man some kind of tortoise? How can he be so patient?"

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Bibi Dong raised her hand and punched Nan Feng, knocking him to the ground. "Can you take it easy when I'm not around? How many times can you use your invincible golden body?"

Unharmed, Nan Feng lay on his side on the ground, looking up at Bibi Dong. "Isn't it because I have faith in you?"

"He's a level 98 old guy coming here to cause trouble, and you can't sense it?"

The Holy Maiden Temple is very close to where Bibi Dong works in the Papal Palace. As long as there is a conflict of soul power here, they can sense it very quickly there.

"What if I hadn't come?" Bibi Dong asked, speechless.

Nan Feng paused for a moment, then said, "Then I'll have to take action myself."

"You?" Bibi Dong's eyes twitched slightly.

"Do you have that ability?"

Nan Feng's support abilities are indeed unmatched, but what kind of attack power does he himself have?

Even if he did, how could a mere Soul King like him possibly injure Golden Crocodile?

"You actually doubt my strength?" Nan Feng stood up from the ground and took out a dagger.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully examining the object. "Where did you come from?"

Top-tier goods crafted from rare metals!

"Yue Guan gave it to me," Nan Feng said.

"I told him before that I wanted a handy weapon to save my life, preferably one that could be used to ambush people, and he ran all the way to Gengxin City to get me this thing, and it's incredibly useful!"

A Soul Master's strength and defense are closely related to their own Martial Soul, but what if they don't have time to activate their Martial Soul?

"And I poisoned it!" Nan Feng said.

"Highly poisonous!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched slightly. "You wouldn't...?"

"It's just what you think," Nan Feng said.

Titled Douluo? Peak Douluo?

Aren't we still human beings?

All he needed to do was close the distance, complete the possession, and pick up the poisoned dagger.

Then, utter madness!!

Eyes, throat, temples, heart, fuck it!

Saigoni Hi Iron Duck!

Three seconds is enough for him to do whatever he wants!

"You..." Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Take it easy."

Nan Feng was the most normal one when he was in the City of Slaughter.

But after leaving the Killing City, she suddenly realized, after comparing him to the people around her, that this kid was actually not normal at all!

Would a normal person stab themselves in the brain and frantically stir it up?

Is it still Saigoni Hai Iron Duck?

"Are you misunderstanding something?" Nan Feng asked with a strange expression.

He did do some outrageous things before, but those were just performance art.

Moreover, he doesn't feel any pain.

With sufficient soul power, his horse would not cause him any pain. Even if a knife was plunged into his brain and stirred wildly, he would at most feel a slight itch in his brain, but pain would be impossible!

Of course, the pain of the new body cannot be eliminated during the possession process.

However, if someone forces him to use such a stupid move that would hurt the enemy a thousand while also harming himself eight hundred, then it must be a life-or-death moment!

How could he possibly care about the pain?

We absolutely have to have a blast together!

(End of this chapter)