Chapter 113 Ye Lingling: I already belong to Brother Yu! Poison Douluo is about to be bullied to tears!! _1

The smile on Luo Yu's face looked like that of a devil to Poison Douluo.

He said apprehensively, "What are you going to do to me?"

"What am I going to do?" Luo Yu snorted with a cold laugh, "You came to trouble me in the middle of the night and now you're asking me what I want to do?"

Poison Douluo retorted with a snort, "You... You injured my Imperial Fight team member, isn't it right for this old man to seek justice?"

Luo Yu raised his eyebrows, his voice rising.

"Justice?"

"Seeking justice my ass."

"Yu Tianheng was the one who provoked the fight, declaring that life and death were on the line. Not killing him was already showing mercy."

Poison Douluo pointed at Ye Lingling and argued back, "Then how do you explain abducting a member of my Imperial Fight team?"

"Lingling, tell this old poison what's going on."

Poison Douluo turned to look at the ethereal and tranquil girl, "If you have any grievances, tell this old man quickly, I will surely stand up for you. No one can threaten you, the Tiandou Empire is your backing."

The ethereal girl pursed her lips and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but Lingling went of her own free will; no one forced me. Lingling now belongs to Brother Yu."

"What??" Poison Douluo almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Old poison, you can barely save yourself now, and you still want to stand up for others?"

Poison Douluo glared at Luo Yu, clutching his wound, "Young man, how dare you be so arrogant. If I want to leave, you can't stop me!"

Luo Yu shook his head, "You see, when people get older, they tend to get confused. It seems you have yet to realize your situation."

"Boom!"

The brilliance of Luo Yu's Dragon God Martial Soul shined brightly, its Dragon Might fully enveloping Poison Douluo's body.

Poison Douluo forcefully congregated his chaotic soul power and attempted to escape.

"A Wu!"

Hearing Luo Yu's shout, the beautiful woman with Ferocious Beast Level soul power overwhelmed Poison Douluo with it.

Poison Douluo immediately felt his body stiffen, unable to move.

His old face turned pale with fright.

Luo Yu had already retracted his Executioner's power, slowly approaching with his fist cracking ominously.

"What... What are you going to do!" For the first time in his life, Poison Douluo felt such fear.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Luo Yu's fists pounded onto Poison Douluo like a violent storm, each one landing with merciless force, as if he were the true embodiment of a ferocious beast.

Poison Douluo's wails echoed through Shrek's open grounds.

It made people like Flander shudder with fear.

This was a Titled Douluo, a rare and pinnacle existence in Soul Land.

Wherever he went he was met with reverence, yet now he was being hammered by Luo Yu like a punching bag.

Zhu Zhuqing looked to the side, "Sister, do you feel like Brother Yu is somewhat off today?"

"It seems... somewhat irritable??" Zhu Zhuyun hesitated.

Next to her, Ning Rongrong, dressed very lightly, had a flush on her cheeks as if she could wring out water, and while others might not know, she, of course, knew why Luo Yu was so angry.

Just about to break through, but forced to pull out.

What that felt like, Ning Rongrong wasn't quite sure.

But she guessed it must be something that infuriated a man...

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of muffled thuds sounded out.

Poison Douluo finally lay on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes hollow.

Never in his life did he expect to be pummeled into such a state by a mere Soul Ancestor, so pitiful that he wanted to cry.

"Quite resilient for a Titled Douluo, you really are thick-skinned," Luo Yu said, panting, as he received a handkerchief from A Wu and wiped the blood off his knuckles.

Poison Douluo let out a sigh of relief, glad it was over.

But then he saw Luo Yu's eyes were bloodshot.

"A Wu, you continue!"

"As long as it doesn't kill him, give him a beating close to death."

Poison Douluo instantly shivered, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why do you still want to beat me!"

Luo Yu spat, "Beating you is the right thing to do!"

A Wu's eyes flashed with disdain, and a thin layer of soul power membrane isolated the bloodstains on her body, as she unleashed a series of fatal kicks, each one causing Poison Douluo's chest to cave in, leaving him disoriented.

...

Now, Poison Douluo was barely breathing, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes.

Internally, he lamented again and again about how the youth had no respect for martial ethics, seizing an old man like him to beat mercilessly.

Luo Yu leaned down, looking at Poison Douluo lying on the ground as if dead.

"So, are you satisfied with this welcome ceremony?"

Poison Douluo's eyes bulged instantly, "I'm satisfied with you—"

"Hm?" Luo Yu glared.

Poison Douluo shivered instantaneously, swallowing all his words back.

He said fearfully, "Who exactly are you? Why have I never heard of someone like you before?"

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"I left a message for your granddaughter, didn't she tell you?"

"Hasn't the Sky Dou Royal Family mentioned my name to you?"

Poison Douluo's mouth felt bitter.

All he did was enter the room, see the Imperial Fight Five severely injured, ask who did it, and got angry enough to storm out without giving Dugu Yan a chance to say more.

If he had known earlier how monstrous Luo Yu was, he wouldn't have dared to come here alone.

It had been a long time since he last made contact with the Tiandou Royal Family because he preferred to roam free; otherwise, with his strength, he would have definitely been able to learn about Luo Yu's talent and background.

"It's too late for any words now; I'm already a prisoner at your feet."

Poison Douluo sighed, "I've really fallen into your hands this time. Kill or flay me, do as you please."

"Oh," Luo Yu stood up straight, calling out for A Wu.

"I'm here!"

"This old guy has a spine till death; just kill him," Luo Yu ordered.

"Alright."

A glint of cold light flashed in A Wu's eyes.

She was utterly compliant towards Luo Yu but merciless towards other humans.

Poison Douluo's resolve broke in a second; he could feel that the woman's killing intent was real.

"No, you can't kill me—I'm a guest elder of Tiandou Empire; you can't kill me."

A Wu lifted her jade hand, forming a pink crescent blade, and scoffed, "Tiandou Empire? Heh, with our background, even ten Tiandou Empires wouldn't matter."

"You're lying! There can't possibly be such a power in Soul Land!" Poison Douluo shook his head repeatedly.

"Not knowing only shows your ignorance; it doesn't mean it doesn't exist," A Wu sneered.

"Impossible, if such a power truly existed, I'd eat a pile—or no, I'd directly devour the contents of ten outhouses!"

"This old guy is trying to scam a meal or drink," Luo Yu urged. "Stop blabbering and kill him."

A Wu swung her blade down.

This time, Poison Douluo was truly frightened, scared out of his wits.

"Don't kill me! I realize my mistake!!"

"Hold on."

Luo Yu called a halt, and A Wu's motion paused.

The blade had already cut into Poison Douluo's skin, seeping out threads of scarlet blood.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Poison Douluo gasped heavily, his green pupils trembling.

He thought they would fear the Tiandou Empire and that they were just frightening him.

Turns out, they weren't joking at all—they were really prepared to kill him.

"Spare me; I realize my mistake," Poison Douluo begged for mercy.

"What mistake have you made?"

"I shouldn't have come to make trouble without any cause."

"What?" Luo Yu's gaze sharpened.

Hastily, Poison Douluo corrected himself, "I shouldn't have sought out conflict."

Luo Yu nodded, "That's more like it."

"How will you compensate for the many dorms you've destroyed at Shrek?"

"I will surely compensate at the original price."

"Original price?" Luo Yu frowned.

"Tenfold compensation, no, twentyfold!!"

Luo Yu held up three fingers.

Poison Douluo nodded repeatedly, "Even thirtyfold is no problem."

"No," Luo Yu shook his head, "three thousand golden soul coins for one destroyed dorm."

"What, these rundown huts, worth ten silver soul coins at most?"

"Why don't you simply rob me!"

"A Wu, I think we should just chop him down," Luo Yu turned away.

"Three thousand golden soul coins!!" Poison Douluo shouted urgently.

Luo Yu extended one hand, "Five thousand golden soul coins."

"Wasn't it just three thousand just now?" Poison Douluo opened his mouth.

Luo Yu turned back with a smile, "Sorry, the price went up."

Poison Douluo was close to tears. He had always been capricious and bullied others; when had anyone ever bullied him like this?

Five thousand golden soul coins—it's like building a village house, almost enough for a palace!

Flander, always greedy for money, seemed like his eyes were about to pop out, trembling with excitement.

Earlier, he was deeply pained by the damage to the buildings, but now he wished he could blow up two himself and charge it to Poison Douluo.

Soon, Luo Yu had Poison Douluo press his handprint and issue an IOU.

By the way, he helped resolve the poison for Flander and Zhao Wuji.

"Can I go now?"

Poison Douluo looked haggard and pale, tormented quite badly.

"No," Luo Yu shook his head.

Poison Douluo nearly went mad, baring his teeth, "You are pushing it too far!! I have my own status and pride, demand anything more, and I'll blow up my soul core to take you down with me!"

"Oh? Is that so." Luo Yu smiled faintly, "Then you may leave."

"Hmph, at least you're sensible."

Poison Douluo lifted his chin, standing tall.

Although covered in blood, he felt he had finally retrieved a breath of dignity and stood his ground.

Luo Yu clicked his tongue as he watched Poison Douluo's retreating figure, "I had intended to be kind and teach someone how to resolve their deep poisoning, but since he doesn't want to listen, let's drop it."

"???"

Poison Douluo's stare froze, his body trembling as he abruptly stopped.

"Swoosh!"

In a flash, he returned before Luo Yu, his green pupils staring intently, his expression extremely excited yet trying hard to restrain himself.

"What... what did you just say..."

"Say it again!"