Chapter 60: Dugu Bo's Eighth Spirit Ability

As Dugu Bo’s eighth soul ring lit up, time froze in that exact moment. The falling leaves around him hung suspended in mid-air, and everyone from Kamikaze Academy was locked in place.

However, Dugu Bo did not feel even the slightest bit relaxed. He saw that the thirty-meter-wide giant wind wheel in front of him was still slowly rotating, showing faint signs of breaking free from the control of his eighth soul skill.

"Such a terrifying soul skill! If this opponent were not merely a Soul Saint, but a Titled Douluo, I would be in grave danger today."

At this moment, lingering fear gripped Dugu Bo's heart. The sheer might of this cutting wind wheel had truly exceeded his expectations.

Simultaneously, a trace of doubt flashed through his mind. Why had he never heard of such a powerful soul skill before? With this level of destructive force, it should hardly be an obscure technique.

It seems I am growing out of touch with the times. The next time I visit Prince Xue Xing, I must have him look into this matter.

Dugu Bo spat out a small bead from his mouth. Once released, the bead rapidly expanded and crashed head-on into the massive wind wheel before him.

*Crack—*

Countless cracks suddenly spiderwebbed across the surface of the frozen wind wheel. Following this, Dugu Bo began to walk slowly toward Kamikaze Academy.

Strangely enough, even though Dugu Bo appeared to be taking a leisurely stroll, his movement was blindingly fast. Within mere moments, he arrived right before the members of Kamikaze Academy.

In the span of a few finger-flicks, he poisoned every single instructor of Kamikaze Academy, then flashed right back to his original position.

*“Crack—”*

The eighth soul skill ended, and time resumed its flow. The cutting wind wheel previously unleashed by Feng Qingcang instantly shattered, and the backlash of the soul skill immediately caused Feng Qingcang to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Then, Dugu Bo looked at the utterly shocked members of Kamikaze Academy—who had no idea what had just transpired—and said, "Three moves have passed. You may leave."

With that, Dugu Bo didn't spare them another glance and slowly walked toward Mo Hui.

Dugu Bo always kept his word; if he said three moves to let them go, he meant three moves. As for whether these people could survive after leaving, that was no longer any of his concern.

"Puff—"

The next second, the instructors of Kamikaze Academy coughed up dark, toxic blood one after another. Their legs buckled, sending them crashing to their knees as their consciousness began to fade.

Feng Qingcang fared little better. Although his strength was the greatest among them, Dugu Bo's poison possessed terrifying lethality even against Titled Douluos, let alone a mere Soul Saint.

At this moment, a bitter smile involuntarily crossed Feng Qingcang's face. A Titled Douluo was, after all, an existence they could never hope to contend against.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Purifying Gale!"

Feng Yi still refused to give up. He desperately activated his fifth soul skill, attempting to cleanse the poison from his comrades. However, the disparity in rank between him and Dugu Bo was simply too vast. Even with all his might, he could only suppress the poison from spreading further; once his own soul power was exhausted, death remained an absolute certainty.

By this time, Dugu Bo had already walked up to Mo Hui. Looking at Mo Hui—who remained entirely unperturbed even under the crushing pressure of a Titled Douluo—a flicker of genuine admiration surfaced in Dugu Bo's eyes. He spoke, "Kid, you are quite impressive, and your talent is remarkable. If you are willing to become my grandson-in-law, I wouldn't mind sparing your life. I could even detoxify these elders of yours."

Clearly, Dugu Bo had developed a fondness for raw talent. The cutting wind wheel Mo Hui had just unleashed had left a deep impression on him, not to mention that Mo Hui appeared to be exceptionally young, only around thirteen or fourteen years of age, yet his cultivation had already reached the fortieth rank. Not even the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall could match such a monstrous feat.

As for Dugu雁 (Dugu Yan) favoring that brat from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family—what made that brat so heaven-defying? Besides, even if Dugu Yan proved unwilling in the end, grooming a young husband in advance was hardly a bad thing. If worse came to worst, he could always save him for Dugu Yan’s daughter.

"Senior Dugu jests. This junior does not know your granddaughter, and such matters should still respect the wishes of the young lady."

Mo Hui glanced at the academy instructors in the distance who were barely holding on, his heart sinking. Even with a cutting wind wheel of such terrifying power, it still hadn't been enough to defeat Dugu Bo. The ability to freeze time was truly too bug-broken.

Yet, the more severe the situation, the more Mo Hui knew he could not panic. Once he panicked, they would truly be finished.

"Oh? You dare to refuse? Could it be that you have some sort of backing?" Dugu Bo asked, an amused glint in his eyes. "Let me tell you, no matter what backing you have, it's useless. Once you die here, who would ever know that I, Dugu Bo, was the one who did it?"

Since the situation was entirely under his control, he didn't mind humoring Mo Hui and seeing what other tricks this genius intended to pull to turn the tables.

Mo Hui replied calmly, "What if I can cure your poison?"

"What?!"

A thunderclap seemed to detonate within Dugu Bo's mind. In disbelief, he grabbed Mo Hui by the collar, hoisted him into the air, and demanded, "Kid, how do you know I'm poisoned?!"

"No, you're just trying to bluff me. Do you even know anything about poison? And you claim you can cure mine."

With this thought, the look in Dugu Bo's eyes turned fierce once again. An overwhelming wave of pressure descended upon Mo Hui, and Dugu Bo stared straight into his eyes as if trying to strip him bare and see right through him.

Yet, despite bearing the brunt of this terrifying pressure, Mo Hui merely clenched his fists. Without a trace of servility or arrogance, he said, "In your presence, I certainly cannot claim to be an expert on poisons. However, I know of something in this world that can neutralize all poisons, and it will surely cure yours, while granting you immense benefits as well!"

"What kind of thing is that?"

Hearing this, a sharp beam of light flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, and he hurriedly pressed for answers.

Yet, facing Dugu Bo's eager questioning, Mo Hui did not answer directly. Instead, he looked toward the Kamikaze Academy instructors who were on the verge of collapsing and said, "I can tell you, but you must cure their poison first."

"Fine. I will temporarily detoxify them, but if you fail to give me a satisfactory explanation, don't blame me for showing no mercy and killing every single one of you."

Seeing this, Dugu Bo set Mo Hui down and gave a casual wave of his hand. The poison plaguing the bodies of everyone from Kamikaze Academy was instantly extracted by Dugu Bo, flowing back into his own grasp.

Though the poison was removed, Feng Qingcang and the others remained extremely weak. Their bodies had been ravaged by Dugu Bo's venom; even with a full retreat this time, it would likely take a very long time of recuperation for them to recover.

"Speak. What on earth is this thing that can cure my poison?"

Having reclaimed the poison from Feng Qingcang and the others, Dugu Bo stared straight at Mo Hui.

Realizing he was temporarily safe, Mo Hui let out a quiet breath of relief before speaking. "I once heard a legend that deep within this world lies the Land of Ice and Fire. Growing there are two immortal-grade poisonous herbs: the Octagonal Xuanbing Grass and the Fiery Apricot Blossom. Anyone who consumes either of them individually is guaranteed to die instantly. However, if one consumes both of them simultaneously, they will neutralize each other, granting the consumer a physique completely immune to all poisons."