Chapter 211: Stealing a Chicken Only to Lose the Rice

"You, you all!"

In terms of background alone, Meng Yiran was far inferior to Wu Qi.

To threaten the other party like this would only be courting humiliation.

"What, not rolling away yet? Are you staying for us to treat you to a meal?" Huo Wu scolded.

Meng Yiran's expression was gloomy, but facing the fierce glares of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect team members, she retreated a step involuntarily.

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out, "You sharp-tongued little girl, your grandfather Huo Lie wouldn't dare speak to me like this."

The person who arrived was none other than Dragon Duke Meng Shu.

There was no connection between Meng Yiran and Wu Qi, so there was a high probability that she would fail to invite him.

Meng Shu had originally intended to step forward and invite him personally after Meng Yiran's invitation failed.

He was certain that the other party could not refuse a powerhouse like him.

Who could have imagined that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect team members were incredibly united, and each of them had a background terrifyingly large.

"Senior Dragon Duke, if you rely on your age to bully others, I fear it will only invite ridicule."

Even a clay figurine has three parts of anger.

Moreover, Wu Qi had no intention of paying them any mind to begin with; since they insisted on shoving their faces forward, he had no reason not to give them a slap!

Meng Shu's expression darkened visibly, "Kid, do you know who you are talking to?"

"I merely wanted to invite you for a cup of tea, yet you treat me this way? Did your elders never teach you to maintain a humble attitude toward your seniors?"

Qiangu Changkong sneered and said, "My grandfather once said, when dealing with shameless fellows, don't leave them any face at all."

"What, does Senior Meng Shu want to clash with my grandfather?"

The others did not know who Qiangu Changkong's grandfather was, but Chen Ping watched this scene with schadenfreude.

Both Thousand Heavens Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo were Qiangu Changkong's grandfathers, and the latter had never known defeat on the continent.

These few words alone were enough to show his immense power.

"Grandfather, why waste words with them? They clearly don't put you in their eyes and even insulted me." Meng Yiran pointed at Huo Wu, looking ready to demand an explanation.

Huo Wu crossed her arms over her chest, looking at this with disdain.

If Meng Yiran was dissatisfied, she was welcome to challenge her to a duel.

Lacking strength of one's own and relying only on elders—such a spoiled brat would never become a powerhouse.

Meng Shu was certainly not afraid of a war of words, but to actually lay a hand on the members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect team would undoubtedly be a slap in the face to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The Upper Three Sects cared so much about their reputation; if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were offended, Ning Rongrong's words just now would surely become reality.

However, as a senior in the Soul Master World, if he were lectured by a few juniors and dared not retort, he would surely be mocked in the future.

Thinking of this, Meng Shu decided to scare the other party.

At least, make them soften their stance.

"I originally intended to speak nicely with you all, but in return, I received repeated provocations. Do you really think I have a good temper?"

After speaking, soul pressure at the level of a Spirit Douluo pressed down upon the members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect team.

Yet unexpectedly, the other party did not feel the pressure in the slightest.

"I say, is that constipated look on your face because you're physically uncomfortable? Don't soil your pants and lose your last shred of dignity."

Qiangu Changkong mocked him face-to-face.

His source of confidence was naturally the unflappable Wu Qi.

The other party never did anything without certainty; he must have a powerhouse following them.

Of course, this behavior was not good, but due to the situation, Wu Qi did not lecture him.

Meng Shu was confused at first, then his expression suddenly stiffened.

Behind him, a pair of cold snake eyes were watching his every move.

It was as if, had he shown any killing intent just now, he would be the one lying in a pool of blood at this moment.

"I have only been in seclusion for a few years; has the continent already forgotten my prestige?"

Dugu Bo's figure slowly appeared, nine Soul Rings shining beneath his feet, full of oppressive force.

A Title Douluo had appeared in the spectator stands, and with a posture ready to fight, the Great Spirit Arena urgently halted the match and evacuated the audience.

"Dugu Bo, what does this have to do with you? I was merely..."

Before Meng Shu could finish, a powerful soul pressure pressed down, making him unable to catch his breath.

"Wu Qi is my brother. If he suffers even the slightest injury, I will surely slaughter your entire clan. Do you hear me clearly?"

Unruly and cold-blooded, these were the labels attached to Dugu Bo.

Aside from being easygoing in front of Wu Qi and the others, he always struck with heavy blows when dealing with enemies.

Do not doubt it; what Dugu Bo could say, he could always do.

In some respects, he was a man of his word.

Meng Shu was terrified out of his wits and hurriedly explained, "Your Excellency Dugu, it's a misunderstanding. How would I dare to harm him..."

Dugu Bo glanced at him, "Keep your granddaughter in check. If you provoke me again, you know the consequences!"

After speaking, he retracted his soul pressure slightly.

Meng Shu felt as if he had been granted a reprieve and hurriedly took Meng Yiran away.

"Alright, nothing else is happening, let's head back for today. After such a scene, I fear the Great Spirit Arena will 'bear a grudge' against you all."

Before leaving, Wu Qi glared at Qiangu Changkong, "It's you kid who talks too much. If they hold a grudge, you'll be the one to suffer."

Qiangu Changkong indeed had the confidence for it; after all, he had a good background.

Of course, he didn't start the trouble intentionally; when facing shameless people, the more you tolerate them, the more they will take advantage of you.

After giving instructions, Wu Qi caught up with Dugu Bo.

In a corner outside the Great Spirit Arena, Dugu Bo laughed: "With my threat, that old fellow Meng Shu won't come looking for trouble with you for a long time. But you must also be careful; open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against."

Meng Shu was the type of guy who had the heart of a thief but not the guts.

He certainly didn't dare to make a move against Wu Qi, but he might not necessarily refrain from causing trouble in the shadows.

After all, Chao Tianxiang acted with malice; even without Meng Shu, she would likely do it anyway.

Wu Qi nodded heavily, "Regardless, I still have to thank you for this time."

Dugu Bo didn't pay much mind to it; compared to this meager favor, his family owed Wu Qi much more.

As for Meng Yiran.

In Dugu Bo's eyes, if the Dragon Snake couple continued to let her be, they would sooner or later bring disaster upon their family.

In the past, although Dugu Yan was willful, she rarely used his name to shield herself when encountering trouble, preferring to solve things on her own.

Whenever Meng Yiran encountered something unpleasant, she would bring out Meng Shu to block the blade for her.

It was only because the powerhouses behind Wu Qi and Qiangu Changkong were not on the scene; otherwise, the Dragon Snake Family would have been wiped out tonight.

……

On the other side, having been threatened by Dugu Bo, Meng Yiran was full of displeasure.

"Grandfather, that Dugu Bo is just the weakest Title Douluo. With your and Grandmother's strength, you could easily teach him a lesson, so why give in?"

Meng Shu sighed.

Their couple's Martial Soul Fusion Skill was claimed to be comparable to a Title Douluo, but wasn't that just a claim?

Meng Shu himself was very clear that their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was fine for dealing with a Peak Spirit Douluo.

But against a Title Douluo, even a level 91 Title Douluo, they were definitely no match.

Not to mention, Dugu Bo's terrifying poison arts could easily wipe out their entire clan.

Chao Tianxiang, standing to the side, was completely confused and couldn't help but ask, "Old man, what exactly happened?"

"You went to invite someone, so how did you offend that Old Poisonous Thing?"

(End of this chapter)