Chapter 391: Subduing Yue Guan, The Battle Ends

"The two of you, how about this: if you dare to open your Spirit Seas and let me imprint your soul marks onto the pages of my Dunjia Heavenly Book, I will spare your lives today," Nan Feihuang said.

"What effect would that have on us?" Guimei did not agree immediately; this matter sounded simple, but the price to be paid might not be small.

"It won't have much of an effect. You will still be yourselves; your intellect and strength will not be interfered with in the slightest. It is just that your souls will be under my control. If you harbor any malice toward me, I can instantly extinguish your souls."

Feihuang spoke very calmly, yet it caused the expressions of both Ju and Gui to change drastically.

This was not sparing them at all; it was fundamentally turning them into his puppets. From now on, their lives would be held in Nan Feihuang's hands. Even if Bibi Dong or Qian Daoliu wanted to kill them, they would still have to make some effort, but for Nan Feihuang, he would only need to think about it in his mind.

"Don't even think about it—!" Guimei's hoarse voice roared until it cracked. "It was not easy for this old man to achieve the rank of Title Douluo. Although I pledge loyalty to the Spirit Hall, the Spirit Hall at least gives me the best treatment and allows me to enjoy a noble status without insulting my name as a Title Douluo. Yet you want to turn me into one of your dogs; you are dreaming."

"Bang!"

Before the Ghost Douluo could finish his sentence, Feihuang struck directly with a hand-blade, and Guimei's left arm flew off in response.

Following Guimei's severe injury, the Two-Level Static Domain was also dispelled.

"Old Ghost!" Chrysanthemum Douluo anxiously wanted to rush forward to rescue him.

But also recovering their ability to act along with him were Lan Xue and the Dragon-Snake.

The Dragon-Snake's massive dragon tail wrapped around him in an instant.

Feihuang turned his head and said, "Yue Guan, you don't need to worry about Guimei; you had better consider your own life first. I am too lazy to haggle with you. In any case, agree to the conditions and live, or refuse and die. There is nothing else to say."

"I... I agree to you!" Yue Guan's weak voice sounded. Both he and Old Ghost had exhausted their soul power. Guimei was severely wounded; if he were not treated, even if he didn't die from excessive blood loss, he would be ravaged throughout his body by the sharp aura within the god-level martial soul.

"Open your Spirit Sea!" Feihuang did not say anything more and gave the order directly. Chrysanthemum Douluo had no choice but to empty his mind and let Nan Feihuang's spiritual power rush into his brain.

The next second, Yue Guan's name appeared on a page of the Dunjia Heavenly Book.

Following that, Feihuang ordered Long Gong to release Yue Guan. At this moment, although Yue Guan's intellect, strength, and martial soul had not changed, he only felt that his soul no longer belonged to him.

He could not care about so much now; he rushed to Guimei's side, held the bleeding Guimei, knelt before Nan Feihuang, and said, "Master, Yue Guan swears loyalty to you from this day forward and will never betray you. I beg you to save Old Ghost."

"Yue Guan, don't beg him. I would rather die than become someone else's puppet." Guimei's personality was actually much tougher than Yue Guan's; he was completely unafraid of death.

Feihuang could feel that he was not bluffing; he had truly prepared himself for death.

In fact, it was not that Feihuang had to kill him. Getting one of the two, Chrysanthemum or Ghost, was enough. The only thing he was slightly wary of was that Two-Level Static Domain. Without this move, Lan Xue alone could easily solo them.

Now that Chrysanthemum Douluo had imprinted his soul mark, the remaining Ghost Douluo could not stir up any trouble.

However, he could not just let him go like that, otherwise, it would seem like anyone could come and bully him, Nan Feihuang.

"Very well. In consideration of Chrysanthemum Douluo swearing loyalty, I will let it be if you are unwilling to pledge loyalty. But I cannot let you, a Title Douluo, become a threat to me in the future. I will give you another choice. I know you have a soul bone. You will lower your level by ten and sever this soul bone as payment for your life, and I will spare you. From then on, you will only have soul power at the level of eighty-something, which is the only way you will truly pose no threat to me." Feihuang gave another option. In any case, letting Guimei go just like that was impossible; at the very least, the soul bone had to be taken out.

Upon hearing this, Guimei fell into deep thought. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die, nor did he want to become a puppet. Severing a limb to survive was perhaps the only plan now.

Besides, this was not completely unrecoverable. As long as one day he could retrieve the soul bone, and with the assistance of certain martial souls with extremely vigorous life force, there was a chance to reattach it and recover his cultivation. At most, there would be some losses, but it was better than losing his life. "Fine, Nan Feihuang, I agree to your terms." After thinking for a moment, Guimei quickly made his choice.

"Old Ghost..." Yue Guan wanted to persuade him further. Although he and Guimei were inseparable brothers, their concepts in this regard were completely different. This guy had a bit of a "little princess" personality; he was afraid of both death and pain.

Perhaps the reason he and Guimei were so close was that he was attracted by Guimei's tough-guy image.

Guimei ignored Yue Guan's persuasion, sat cross-legged, and channeled his power into his right leg. The next moment, his right leg burst open with a bang, and a pitch-black leg bone flew out at the same time.

This was something only a Title Douluo could do: remove a soul bone while alive without dying, only having to lose ten levels of soul power as the price.

At this moment, Guimei was not only a cripple with a severed right arm and right leg, but his soul power also remained at only eighty-something.

To the Gu Lei Kingdom, he was already of no threat.

"Old Ghost!" Yue Guan felt heartbroken looking at Guimei like this. "Master, I beg you to save Old Ghost."

Nan Feihuang said, "No need to worry. He has only lost a bit more than ten or twenty percent over the lethal amount of blood; it is nothing major. You should just return to the Spirit Hall yourself. It just so happens that you can act as my mole. If there is anything happening over there, report it in time. I will send people to coordinate with you from time to time. You just need to kill the personnel who come to coordinate after passing on the intelligence."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stared blankly at Nan Feihuang. Was he speaking human language?

It was already over the lethal amount and it was nothing major? Also, regarding asking him to be a mole for the Spirit Hall, he had actually already guessed it. If he were in Nan Feihuang's position, he would do the same. After all, after today, the Gu Lei Kingdom would be equivalent to completely tearing off its mask with the Spirit Hall.

But what kind of god-tier operation was killing the personnel who delivered the messages? Then how did Nan Feihuang plan to deliver the messages? Wait, Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly remembered something. A few years ago, an intelligence organization famous for suicide suddenly appeared on the continent. Could it be that this Nan Feihuang was the one who created it?

If so, his new master's ambition was likely even greater than he had imagined.

"Master, are you not letting Old Ghost go back with me?"

"If he goes back with you, will he have a good ending? A crippled Ghost Douluo, do you think Bibi Dong will still treat him well? It is better to leave him in the Gu Lei Kingdom. At least I will ensure his life and that he has food and clothing. After you go back, you can also say that he left to protect you and resisted my mother alone, and was captured or killed after being defeated. You can say whatever you want, and it can be considered finding a legitimate reason for your safe retreat. You are actually a person of my Gu Lei Kingdom now, and I will not let anything happen to your family." Nan Feihuang analyzed it for Yue Guan.

Yue Guan thought for a moment and found it was indeed so. Moreover, Guimei was in urgent need of treatment, and at this time, staying in the Gu Lei Kingdom was better than returning to the Spirit Hall.

If he went back, Bibi Dong would certainly not wholeheartedly save a crippled Guimei. He had followed Bibi Dong for so many years and knew deeply that this woman's nature was cold and thin; those who had no utility value to her would not be valued.

He was also not worried about Nan Feihuang being unfavorable to Guimei, because at this moment, both his and Guimei's lives were in Nan Feihuang's hands. If he really wanted to kill, he could do it at any time; there was no need to be so troublesome.

"Fine, then please, Master, be sure to save my Old Ghost. Yue Guan thanks you!" Yue Guan kowtowed to Nan Feihuang.

"Rest assured. By the way, before you leave, remember to return the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King to me." Nan Feihuang still remembered his Immortal Herb; he could not just give it to Yue Guan like that.

"Yes!" Yue Guan did not dare to defy Nan Feihuang again. He reached into his bosom, took out the Ginseng King, handed it to Nan Feihuang, and then flew out of Guteleisi Mountain, pretending to be defeated and fleeing toward the direction of the Spirit Hall.

With this, the Spirit Hall's plan to surround and kill Nan Feihuang and Lan Xue was considered a complete failure.

They sent six Title Douluos, but only two escaped with severe injuries. Of the remaining four, one was crippled, one died without a whole corpse, one was captured alive, and the only one who returned to the Spirit Hall unscathed was the one who had been turned.

(End of chapter)