Douluo: The Traveler's Adventures In Douluo Dalu

"I never said that thief must be from your Clear Sky Sect."

Dugu Bo sneered, then added, "But if your esteemed sect helps me find the culprit, this old man will be eternally grateful~"

"We've been sealed off from the world for years. You're the only outsiders who've set foot here recently. Are you implying someone else sneaked into our Clear Sky Sect?"

Tang Hao's half-lidded eyes locked onto Dugu Bo. The unspoken accusation was clear—he believed Dugu Bo was framing them for the theft of some so-called treasure.

"I don't know the specifics of your sect's defenses," Dugu Bo replied, hands clasped behind his back, his tone relaxed yet firm. "But the trail of that treasure led right here."

He wasn't pointing fingers, not directly. Just stating a fact: his stolen goods had ended up in this place. Since this was the Clear Sky Sect's territory, they owed him an explanation.

"Heh~ I don't suppose you'd care to enlighten me, Poison Douluo, what kind of 'treasure' was worth you coming here personally to find?"

One of the elders seemed to sense something, a faint smile playing at his lips as he casually asked.

"What I lost was a trove of rare immortal herbs and spiritual artifacts hidden within a sacred site," Dugu Bo replied, narrowing his eyes. "Elder, does any of this… jog your memory?"

Truthfully, Dugu Bo didn't know the names of those treasures—everything he knew had been told to him by Fire Meow Meow, who'd only said "those were the good stuff."

"..."

Tang Hao and the elder exchanged glances, not because they didn't believe him—but because they did.

But the elder kept his composure, voice calm as he answered,

"Poison Douluo, you haven't even named the treasure. Even if you were robbed, how is our Clear Sky Sect supposed to help you find it?"

A gleam flickered In the elder's eyes as he expertly masked the subtle slip in his expression from moments earlier.

"In that case, allow me to search the sect myself," Dugu Bo said with a cold smile. "If I find it, no one from the Clear Sky Sect shall interfere as I take back what's mine—and punish the guilty."

"But if I find nothing, I will offer a full apology. What say you?"

He was going all in. Entering the Clear Sky Sect was a gamble—one that might cost him dearly. But the lost immortal herbs and spirit treasures were too precious.

Besides, he had heard rumors—scattered whispers about why the Clear Sky Sect had gone into seclusion. Wasn't it all because this Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, had provoked the Spirit Hall, leading to retaliation and exile?

The sect had locked Itself away out of fear. So long as he didn't give them an airtight excuse, they likely wouldn't dare move against him.

"Poison Douluo, we may be in seclusion, but we are not to be trifled with. Your demand is an insult—don't you think you've gone too far?"

The elder's eyes narrowed, his tone shifting instantly from polite to ice-cold.

The sheer audacity of Dugu Bo's request was too much! This wasn't some inn or tavern anyone could walk into just because they had a "missing item"!

And most importantly—he recognized the treasures Dugu Bo was referring to.

He didn't know how this old poison freak had tracked them here, but that alone was reason enough to bar him from entry.

"Hmph! So this is how it's going to be, then?"

Dugu Bo's expression hardened. He didn't waste words, his soul power beginning to stir.

He was going in today—whether they let him or not.

"What's taking so long?"

A voice rang out from the distance, low and cold. A figure in a black robe approached, stride slow but steady.

As he drew near, his voice carried a hint of displeasure. "Why haven't you dealt with this yet?"

"Lord, there's been… a development." The elder immediately stepped forward with a flattering smile and bowed.

"This is the Poison Douluo. He claims his treasure was stolen and traced here. He insists on searching the sect grounds himself~"

His tone was now dripping with accusation, all former civility gone.

"Oh?"

The black-robed man turned to Dugu Bo, eyes gleaming with disdain.

"A mere rank ninety-four Titled Douluo. Don't tell me you two can't handle that?"

"You don't understand, my lord," the elder said in a low voice, "his spirit is the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor. His poison has a wide area of effect—if we don't take him down quickly, it could get… messy."

The black-robed man chuckled darkly.

"Looks like sealing your sect turned you all into cowards hiding in turtle shells…"

The elder forced a smile, as if the insult didn't bother him at all. But Tang Hao's fists clenched ever so slightly.

"Poison Douluo, was it…"

The black-robed man sized Dugu Bo up with interest, murmuring his title like he was testing the taste of it.

Dugu Bo's eyes narrowed. This man didn't look like one of the Clear Sky elders.

But his soul pressure—it made Dugu Bo's heart thump uneasily.

This man… was stronger than him.

Even so, Dugu Bo showed no fear. His stance shifted, ready to strike at any moment.

"What are you all waiting for?" the black-robed man barked.

"He's trespassing on your sacred ground. Take him down with me!"

With a roar, he released his martial spirit. A terrifying soul pressure crashed toward Dugu Bo like a tidal wave.

"Hmph!" Dugu Bo snorted coldly, instantly activating his own martial spirit. His soul power surged forth to meet the black-robed man's oppressive aura head-on.

Seeing that the fight had begun, Tang Hao and the elder stopped holding back. Their Clear Sky Hammers appeared in hand, and with a unified roar, they hurled them down at Dugu Bo like meteors.

Boom—!!

A deafening shockwave erupted atop the cliff. The surrounding snowfall evaporated instantly under the violent clash of soul power.

"Heh… So the Titled Douluo of the mainland aren't complete trash after all~"

As the steam faded, the black-robed man licked the lingering water off his lips, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the still-standing Dugu Bo—who had withstood the strike from all three of them.

"Lord, if we're going to act, we must do it now!" the elder urged, face dark with urgency.

Though none of them had gone all-out, Dugu Bo had still withstood three simultaneous attacks from Titled Douluo. If they delayed, who knew what would happen?

"Fine. I'll lock him down—you two finish the job!"

"Sixth Soul Skill: Deep Sea Terror!"

The sixth soul ring on the black-robed man's body flared, unleashing an invisible wave of psychic energy aimed straight at Dugu Bo's head.

Caught off guard by the unfamiliar spiritual-type soul skill, Dugu Bo's mind momentarily faltered. His eyes flickered with a trace of fear.

It lasted only two seconds—but that was more than enough.

Tang Hao and the elder launched their soul skills.

Dugu Bo was in danger.

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