Kapitel 122: Why don't you live here? (Chapter 122)
"Well, well, what an interest you two have!"
Du Bafang patted the two men's shoulders with a smile, but there was a flash of killing intent in his eyes. These two had dared to spy on the sect's secrets. In Tang San's words, they had sealed their own fate!
Previously, although Du Bafang had sensed the presence of spies, he didn't deal with them since they kept a safe distance, merely observing the sect's movements. But now, because of his leniency, these spies had become bolder, "observing" right under his nose!
Today, they dared to gather intelligence under his watch. Tomorrow, they might appear outside the council chamber, or even sit inside it!
With that thought, the killing intent in Du Bafang's eyes grew even stronger.
The two spies shivered. Something was definitely wrong with Du Bafang. This aura, this speed—it was far beyond what a Soul Saint should be capable of.
Without saying a word, they exchanged a glance and prepared to flee. As spies, their job was to gather information, not engage in combat. Unless absolutely necessary, their first priority was always to get the intel back to their own forces.
"A beautiful mountain like this—why not rest here forever?"
"Let the mountain be your companion, and the water your neighbor!"
Du Bafang's voice was calm, almost poetic, but to the two men, it felt chilling to the bone. Cold sweat dripped down their faces as they realized he was serious about killing them.
Even knowing they were Soul Saints, this acting sect master of the Body Sect had no qualms about wanting them dead. That alone spoke volumes about the situation.
"Run!"
Without hesitation, the two of them tried to break free from Du Bafang's grip, his hand still resting on their shoulders. They exploded with all their power, but to their horror, they didn't move an inch. Instead, their shoulders nearly dislocated from the strain.
It felt as though they were not being held by a man but by a mountain itself. No matter how much they struggled, it was futile.
At that moment, the two finally understood the gravity of their situation. They swallowed nervously and instinctively glanced back at Du Bafang.
His strength... didn't seem like that of an acting sect master. It was more like that of the Martial God Douluo...
Seeing Du Bafang's calm expression, their confusion deepened. It was definitely him, so why was his strength so terrifying?
After all, the Body Sect had only been established two months ago. A Soul Saint, even one with exceptional talent, would be lucky to break through by even one rank in such a short time.
Two months ago, this acting sect master was only at the seventy-second or seventy-third rank as a Soul Saint.
Yet Du Bafang's face remained expressionless, as if he didn't take these two men seriously at all. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something, and he said, "Our sect master is a very reasonable person..."
Or so he believed, since to Du Bafang, Zhong Li was not a man, but a "god"!
"And so, we of the Body Sect are also very reasonable."
"I'll give you both a chance. If you can force me to release my martial soul, then today's events will be forgiven."
"But if you can't, this will be your burial ground."
After saying this, Du Bafang let go of the two men.
They exchanged a look and nodded. As spies, their professionalism dictated that they speak as little as possible. A single glance, a single gesture, was enough to communicate everything.
In their current situation, they had no choice but to comply with Du Bafang's terms. Although they were spies, they were still Soul Saints—powerful enough to be considered ancestors in most sects.
Forcing Du Bafang to release his martial soul—this was something they were confident in.
Even a Titled Douluo wouldn't usually make such bold claims when dealing with two Soul Saints.
A Soul Master's strength lies primarily in their martial soul—at least 80-90% of it. Without releasing their martial soul or using their soul skills, even a Titled Douluo's destructive power is limited.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
Unlike in a regular competition, there was no exchange of words between the two Soul Saints, no declaration of their martial souls. In combat, especially in a life-or-death scenario, the less the enemy knows about you, the better your chances of survival. Any experienced veteran knew this.
"The seventh soul skill: Martial Soul True Body."
As their soul rings appeared beneath their feet, their seventh rings flared simultaneously. There was no room for hesitation or testing—they understood that in a real fight, there might not be a second chance.
One of the Soul Saints' martial soul was a cat. Upon releasing his Martial Soul True Body, he transformed into a pitch-black cat.
"A Netherworld Spirit Cat? From the Zhu family!" Du Bafang thought to himself, though he kept his expression unchanged and didn't reveal that he had recognized their identity.
The other Soul Saint's martial soul was a wind-based battle tiger. After glancing at both of them, Du Bafang's eyes twitched as he realized the truth.
"So, they're spies from the Star Luo Imperial family and the Zhu family!"
Having come from the Star Luo Empire and reached the level of Soul Saint, Du Bafang was familiar with both the Star Luo royal family and the Zhu Family. The nature of their martial souls gave away their backgrounds. Martial souls, much like martial arts techniques, could easily betray one's identity once used.
Had it only been the wind tiger, Du Bafang might not have suspected the Star Luo royal family. But with the presence of the Netherworld Spirit Cat, there was no mistaking it.
"No wonder these two were so bold, daring to come right up to me," Du Bafang sneered. "So, it's the Star Luo Imperial family."
Du Bafang had originally considered killing them outright—he could have crushed their necks on the spot. However, he wanted to know which faction was behind them, which is why he gave them this opportunity.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Spirit Hall, and the Heaven Dou Imperial family all had their own ways of gathering intelligence, typically under the guise of offering vast amounts of cultivation resources. Gathering information then was simply a side effect. Although they also had spies, they usually maintained a safe distance and only observed the general whereabouts of the Body Sect's disciples.
But the Star Luo Imperial family, being an autocracy, was accustomed to such overbearing methods. Their heavy-handed approach did not surprise Du Bafang.
After releasing their Martial Soul True Bodies, the two Soul Saints attacked Du Bafang simultaneously with perfect synchronization. Despite not being blood-related, their decades of cooperation had forged a deep bond.
Du Bafang did not dodge. Instead, he cracked his knuckles, a cruel smile appearing on his lips.
As a second-generation Body Douluo, his entire body was a weapon. In terms of pure physical strength, not even Tang Hao could rival him. After all, Du Bafang possessed a 90,000-year-old torso soul bone and two 100,000-year-old arm soul bones. What Titled Douluo wouldn't be envious of such a collection of soul bones?
On top of that, he had consumed the Velvet Chrysanthemum, which had further strengthened his body.
However, Du Bafang remained unaware of the true secret behind his power—the force of belief. The belief of his followers was what truly empowered him.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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