Volume One, Chapter Two: As Long As You Kneel and Admit Your Mistake, We Will Forgive You
But in the end, it was merely a harmless tremor. The strength of Chrysanthemum Douluo, a titled Douluo, was evident to everyone. Compared to Fang Yuan’s mere facade, all believed that with Chrysanthemum Douluo’s next strike, Fang Yuan’s death was certain!
“Ready to embrace death, lowly scum?” Chrysanthemum Douluo chuckled lightly, unleashing another massive, peculiar chrysanthemum that soared forth. This time, he had no intention of giving Fang Yuan any chance to plead for mercy. A worthless soul without any spirit power—he feared even speaking more would soil his own mouth.
Yet, the moment the soul skill was about to touch Fang Yuan, Chrysanthemum Douluo’s proud second soul technique suddenly disintegrated into dust, as if it never existed.
What a joke!
The repeated spectacle, like a magician’s trick, stunned everyone.
Both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo frowned deeply. Laymen watched for the spectacle, but experts understood the significance. Only these two knew the immense power behind those two soul skills. Even a Soul Master would need to exert all their strength to resist them.
No one expected an ordinary man with no spirit power like Fang Yuan to be able to withstand two consecutive attacks from Chrysanthemum Douluo’s soul skills!
“Impossible! Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo, please don’t waste your time on a useless failure like him. There are plenty of lowly scum to spare. If you don’t wish to continue, I can take over!” Tang San said obsequiously, bowing his hands. To him, Fang Yuan was just a worthless slave he had bought at the market—devoid of spirit power, even stray dogs could bully him.
“Third Brother! You wouldn’t even spare a slave?” Xiao Wu reproached, her pure pink eyes filled with tears. Since childhood, she had always believed her Third Brother stood on the side of justice, never compromising even in the face of tyranny. But the truth proved her wrong—Tang San’s righteousness was but a facade; he was nothing but a thorough hypocrite!
“Hmph, foolish woman, what do you know? This is a perfect chance to show loyalty. I want to let Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo see my potential!” Tang San sneered.
“Enough! All of you shut up!” Chrysanthemum Douluo bellowed, rolling his eyes before turning to Fang Yuan with a commanding tone. “Lowly scum, I’ve changed my mind. If you can crawl under my legs, I will forgive your lowly status and personally take you as my servant. You’d better seize this opportunity.”
With that, Chrysanthemum Douluo dropped to the ground, hands crossed, legs spread wide, clearly inviting Fang Yuan to crawl beneath.
“What! Chrysanthemum Douluo actually wants to take that lowly scum as a servant!” The gathered members of the Spirit Hall erupted in uproar.
“Damn it! Why can’t this good fortune fall on me! Having a titled Douluo’s protection means a lifetime of glory and wealth!”
“Ah! Please let me bear such humiliation!”
Nearly all eyes of the Spirit Hall fixed on Fang Yuan, their jealousy almost burning him alive. If any one of them lost their senses and attacked, Fang Yuan would have to answer for it.
But under the overwhelming presence of Chrysanthemum Douluo, the entire meadow fell silent, no one daring to move.
“Fang Yuan! Hurry and crawl under Chrysanthemum Douluo’s legs! Your lifetime of glory and wealth awaits!” Tang San barked.
“Glory and wealth, huh? Fine.” Fang Yuan curled his lips faintly, his eyes deep and dark, revealing no emotion. He took a step forward, then another, moving toward Chrysanthemum Douluo’s legs. Those below ground nearly ground their teeth in hatred—soon a slave would be above them. Who could accept such a fate?
In just a few steps, Fang Yuan stood before Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Their eyes met. Chrysanthemum Douluo raised his chin, looking at Fang Yuan as disdainfully as one views a stray dog by the roadside. “Aren’t you going to crawl? Don’t regret it if I change my mind!”
“Really? Then let me see how you’ll make me regret it!” Fang Yuan’s cold sneer could no longer be suppressed. He placed his hand firmly on Chrysanthemum Douluo’s shoulder, as if pressing down like a mountain!
His power activated!
Fang Yuan was targeting a titled Douluo!
“What nonsense! Lowly scum! How dare you touch me with dirty hands? I’ll have your life!” Chrysanthemum Douluo exploded with rage. His peculiar chrysanthemum swelled to its peak, nine spirit rings slowly ascending, his aura rapidly rising. Everyone felt suffocated by the pressure.
Yet Fang Yuan stood unmoved, indifferent to Chrysanthemum Douluo’s fury and the relentless suppression. He sneered coldly as if nothing was amiss.
“Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo! Kill him quickly! He dared to desecrate the Spirit Hall’s honored one—this is a capital offense!” Huliena shouted, others echoing her sentiment. They stared at Fang Yuan as if he were a fool. A lowly scum encountering a titled Douluo of this level once in a lifetime was considered fortunate.
“I’ll flay you alive!” Chrysanthemum Douluo roared, but soon realized he was immobile, unable to use even his soul skills. The nine spirit rings surrounding him were mere ornaments.
“Impossible! What did you do to me?” Chrysanthemum Douluo was utterly stunned. He was being suppressed by a mere mortal—one without any spirit power!
“Hmph, weren’t you just so cocky, daring me to crawl under your legs? Now I want you to experience that feeling!” Fang Yuan said coldly, clenching his fingers and activating his power aimed at titled Douluos again.
In an instant, Chrysanthemum Douluo knelt before Fang Yuan, utterly powerless, like a mangy dog manipulated at will.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was kneeling before a lowly scum!
The scene shocked everyone present, including Tang San.
“Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo! He’s just a lowly scum, yet you stoop to kneel before him. This not only damages the Spirit Hall’s dignity, but also greatly harms your own reputation!” Huliena exclaimed. Were it not for Ghost Douluo’s presence, she might have charged forward to kill that lowly scum herselfI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.