Chapter 60: Dugu Bo's Eighth Soul Skill
As Dugu Bo's eighth soul ring lit up, time froze at that moment. The surrounding fallen leaves hung in the air, and the people of the Divine Wind Academy were also frozen.
However, Dugu Bo did not relax at all, because he saw that the huge wind wheel in front of him, which was 30 meters in size, was still rotating slowly and showed signs of breaking free from the control of his eighth soul skill.
"What a terrifying soul skill. If the opponent is not just a Soul Saint, but a Soul Douluo, then I would be in danger today."
Dugu Bo seemed a little frightened at this moment. The power of this cutting wind wheel was truly beyond his expectations.
At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed through Dugu Bo's heart.
Why haven't I heard of such a powerful soul skill before? With this kind of power, it shouldn't be unknown. It seems I'm a bit out of touch with the times. Next time I visit Prince Xuexing, I must ask him to look into this.
Dugu Bo spat out a bead from his mouth. Once it emerged, the bead quickly grew larger and struck the huge wind wheel in front of him.
Snap—
The surface of the fixed wind wheel instantly showed countless cracks, and then Dugu Bo slowly began to walk toward the direction of the Divine Wind Academy.
Strangely, although Dugu Bo appeared leisurely, he was actually moving very fast and arrived in front of the Divine Wind Academy in just a moment.
With a few snaps of his fingers, he poisoned the teachers of the Divine Wind Academy, then flashed back to his original position.
Snap—
The eighth soul skill ended, and time resumed. The cutting wind wheel originally used by Feng Qingcang shattered instantly, and the backlash of the soul skill caused Feng Qingcang to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, Dugu Bo said to the people of the Divine Wind Academy—who were extremely shocked and unaware of what had just happened, "Three moves have passed. You can go."
After that, Dugu Bo no longer looked at the people of the Divine Wind Academy and slowly walked toward Mu Hui.
Dugu Bo always kept his word. If he said he would let the other party go after three moves, he would let them go. As for whether they could survive afterward—that was none of his concern.
Puff—
The next second, the teachers of the Divine Wind Academy spat out mouthfuls of poisonous blood, knelt to the ground, and their consciousness began to fade.
Feng Qingcang wasn't in much better shape. Although he was the strongest, Dugu Bo's poison was a great threat even to a Titled Douluo—let alone to a Soul Saint.
At this moment, Feng Qingcang couldn't help but smile bitterly. After all, a Titled Douluo is not someone we can contend with.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Clearing Wind."
Feng Yi still refused to give up and used his fifth soul skill to detoxify his companions. However, the difference in level was too great. Even with all his strength, he could only suppress the poison temporarily. Once his soul power ran out, they would still die.
At this point, Dugu Bo had already walked in front of Mu Hui. Seeing Mu Hui remain calm even in the face of pressure from a Titled Douluo, he couldn't help but show a trace of appreciation in his eyes and said:
"Boy, you're very good. You've got talent. If you're willing to become my son-in-law, I can spare your life and even help your elders remove their poison."
Dugu Bo clearly had talent in mind. He had been impressed by the cutting wind wheel Mu Hui had used. Not to mention, Mu Hui was very young—only about thirteen or fourteen years old—but his cultivation had already reached level forty. Even the golden generation of Spirit Hall wasn't this strong.
As for Dugu Yan's affection for that boy from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—well, that boy wasn't so amazing. Besides, even if Dugu Yan disagreed in the end, it wouldn't be a bad thing to prepare a child husband in advance. If that didn't work out, leaving him for Dugu Yan's daughter wouldn't be a bad option either.
"Senior Dugu, you must be joking. I don't know your granddaughter. Matters like this should respect the girl's wishes."
Mu Hui looked at the teachers from the academy, who were struggling to hold on not far away, and his heart sank. Even with such a powerful cutting wind wheel, he still couldn't defeat Dugu Bo. The ability to stop time was simply too overpowered.
However, the more this happened, the more Mu Hui knew he couldn't panic. Once he panicked, they would truly be finished.
"Oh? You dare to refuse? Do you have some backers? I'll tell you now—no matter who your backers are, it's useless. Once you die here, who will know that it was I, Dugu Bo, who did it?"
Hearing what Mu Hui said, Dugu Bo looked intrigued.
The situation was under his control, and he didn't mind listening to what this genius had to say—he was curious how Mu Hui intended to turn the tables.
Mu Hui said calmly, "What if I can cure your poison?"
"What!?"
Dugu Bo felt as if thunder had struck his heart. He grabbed Mu Hui's collar in disbelief, lifted him up, and asked:
"Boy, how did you know I was poisoned?"
"No, you're just trying to deceive me. You know poison? You just want to save your life by claiming you can cure me."
Thinking this, Dugu Bo's eyes turned fierce again, and a strong pressure pressed down on Mu Hui. He stared at Mu Hui, as if trying to see through him.
However, despite this, Mu Hui simply clenched his fists and said, neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"In front of you, I won't claim to understand poison—but I know there is something in this world that can cure all poisons. Not only that, it can bring you great benefits!"
"What is that thing?"
Hearing this, Dugu Bo's eyes lit up sharply, and he asked urgently.
But Mu Hui did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at the teachers of the Divine Wind Academy who were about to collapse and said:
"I'll tell you—but we need to detoxify them first."
"Fine. I'll temporarily detoxify them. But if you can't explain properly, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. I'll kill all of you."
Seeing this, Dugu Bo put down Mu Hui and waved his hand lightly. The poison in everyone from Divine Wind Academy was instantly drawn out and returned to his palm.
However, even though the poison was removed, Feng Qingcang and the others were still very weak. Their bodies had been ravaged by the poison before. Even if they survived, full recovery would take a long time.
"Now tell me—what exactly can cure my poison?"
Seeing that everyone was temporarily safe, Mu Hui let out a breath of relief and said:
"I once heard a legend—there's a place in the world called the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, where two types of immortal poisons grow: the Eight-Angled Mysterious Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot Delicate Sparse. Either one taken alone is lethal, but if taken together, they neutralize each other, granting immunity to all poisons."
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