Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 86 - 87: The Arrogance of Chrysanthemum Douluo!

Perfect!

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a rush of joy surge in his heart.

He had finally completed the mission!

Now, as a Rank 95 Control-Type Titled Douluo, with the system's reward pushing him up another level, he would officially reach Rank 96!

For a Titled Douluo, every level beyond 95 represented a leap in power—a qualitative transformation.

Even within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the strongest was Dustheart—Sword Douluo—at Rank 96.

Now that he, too, had reached Rank 96, even if Sword Douluo came in person, Chrysanthemum Douluo could face him head-on, without fear!

Excited, he silently thought:

System, when will the reward be delivered?

"Right now. The reward has been distributed. Please check your status."

As the system's voice echoed in his mind, Chrysanthemum Douluo instantly felt a warm surge of energy fill his body. As the current coursed through him, his soul power noticeably surged!

A powerful wave of pressure exploded from his body, the gust it generated sweeping outward violently—so much so that it even reached Ning Fengzhi and the young Ning Rongrong in his arms.

Ning Fengzhi immediately shielded his daughter, his face darkening as he glared at Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose aura now surged with overwhelming might.

"What are you doing, Chrysanthemum Douluo?!" he shouted angrily. "Does Spirit Hall no longer care about its reputation?"

But Chrysanthemum Douluo was fully immersed in the wondrous changes brought on by his rank advancement, paying no mind to Ning Fengzhi's outburst.

Even if he had heard him, he wouldn't have cared.

After all, he was now a Rank 96 Titled Douluo.

Among those of equal rank, he could consider himself invincible. And a mere ant like Ning Fengzhi—who hadn't even reached Spirit Douluo rank—dared to challenge him?

As for Spirit Hall being implicated by his actions?

Chrysanthemum Douluo was confident that as long as he informed Bibi Dong of his level advancement, she would certainly see the bigger picture.

He was one of Bibi Dong's most loyal confidants, after all—unlike those old relics in the Worship Hall who constantly opposed her. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo led the faction of elders who followed her unconditionally.

Naturally, Bibi Dong trusted and supported her subordinates, especially those who had become Titled Douluo under her guidance.

Between a Rank 96 Titled Douluo and good relations with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, which was more valuable? Chrysanthemum Douluo believed Bibi Dong would know the right answer.

And even if she did blame him—so what?

This entire world... was nothing more than a chessboard in his hands!

With his system and the memories from his past life as a transmigrator, he could simply lie low for a while if needed.

Even that other transmigrator, Tang San, likely had no idea he had already reached Rank 96!

BOOM!

Chrysanthemum Douluo withdrew the pressure from his body and slowly emerged from his trance.

The feeling of growing stronger in this world... it was intoxicating.

In his original world, he had never experienced this sensation of power saturating and cleansing the body. It was truly magnificent.

He opened his eyes slowly, gazing at Ning Fengzhi and the tearful Ning Rongrong in his arms.

His gaze lingered on the girl—especially the pitiful, rain-soaked-flower expression on her face.

A shadow briefly crossed Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes.

Damn Ning Rongrong.

Did she really think she was some sort of princess? To dare look at him with disgust?

If it weren't for the system's mission, would he have bothered to speak to her so politely?

His gaze darkened as he stared at Ning Fengzhi and his daughter, a wicked idea beginning to form in his mind.

"Hehehehe... Ning Rongrong, huh? Just wait—just wait until you're older." freewebnσvel.cøm

If he remembered correctly, in the original timeline she had ended up with Oscar.

Oscar—what a pathetic simpering follower.

He was curious now. Just how beautiful would the grown-up Ning Rongrong become?

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression briefly twisted with a dangerous glint before fading again. It wasn't just Ning Rongrong.

Everyone in this world... would eventually kneel before him.

Ning Fengzhi, being both experienced and shrewd, had clearly noticed Chrysanthemum Douluo's change in demeanor. Holding Ning Rongrong tightly, he stared back at him, his body tense and ready for battle.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo," he warned coldly, "you'd best think twice. This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—one of the Three Upper Sects! You dare act so recklessly here?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed coldly.

"Well, well... such bold words, Clan Master Ning."

Having received his reward, he no longer had any need to keep up appearances. There was no reason to continue playing nice.

He was a Rank 96 Titled Douluo, after all. Why waste time with someone who wasn't even a Titled Douluo?

"You're nothing but a pitiful parasite surviving under others' protection. Do you really think that's what earned you a place among the Three Upper Sects?"

"Any Titled Douluo could crush you like an insect with a flick of the wrist."

Ning Fengzhi trembled with rage, staring in disbelief at the man before him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had always been known for his polite and gentle demeanor—one of the most reliable elders under the current Supreme Pontiff.

But now, he acted more like an Evil Soul Master, aggressive and overbearing.

Was this his true nature all along?

Or... was he acting under orders from Spirit Hall?

If it was the former, it could still be handled. After all, he was merely a Titled Douluo, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had plenty of influence—they could make him pay dearly.

But if it was the latter...

Then the situation was far more dire.

An attack from Spirit Hall would be disastrous. Even if the Three Upper Sects banded together, it was unlikely they could withstand it.

On the surface, power and influence on the continent seemed split between the Three Upper Sects and the Two Great Empires.

But in truth, Spirit Hall had already begun to dominate from the shadows.

Not only were the empires wary of them, but apart from the Three Sects, most of the smaller sects and clans had already pledged loyalty to Spirit Hall.

The true power Spirit Hall wielded was far more terrifying than it appeared.

If it ever declared open war, it could easily become a war machine, raining chaos and destruction across the continent.

And yet—

"Oh? Is that so?" a powerful voice called out from the distance. "Then let's see how exactly you plan to crush the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!"

Ning Fengzhi's face lit up instantly.

"Sword Douluo!"

A white-robed figure glided in from the distance, standing atop a long sword.

Clad in pure white, his presence was like that of an immortal descending from the heavens. Sword intent radiated from his body—sharp and imposing—directed straight at Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Sword Douluo Dustheart calmly. He wasn't surprised in the slightest.

After making such a commotion, it would've been foolish for Ning Fengzhi not to call for backup.

Dustheart gave Ning Fengzhi a respectful nod, then glanced at the tearful Ning Rongrong and the imposing Chrysanthemum Douluo.

He already had a rough idea of the situation—but still, something seemed off.

He knew Chrysanthemum Douluo's strength well, yet the man seemed oddly nonchalant even in his presence.

Was this a bluff...? Or something more?

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