Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [142]

Hearing the voice appear in their minds, the three people immediately stopped in their tracks, looking at each other in disbelief. They glanced around in unison and, upon realizing that the voice was not coming from their surroundings, their expressions were filled with shock and incredulity.

"Spiritual voice transmission?"

The manager of the auction house was someone who had seen the world. Both Lou Gao and the Soul Sage Enforcer of the auction house had encountered Titled Douluos before. It didn't take long for the three of them to recognize the technique at play, leaving them with their mouths agape in astonishment.

Spiritual voice transmission was an advanced technique that only seasoned Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos were qualified to use. Between the middle-level and top-level rooms, there was even a thick layer of high-level barriers.

Moreover, the architecture of the Heaven Dou Imperial Auction House incorporated materials that blocked spiritual detection. Even high-level soul masters found it difficult to extend their spiritual power too far.

How on earth was this even possible?

The manager of the auction house glanced at the Soul Sagenext to him. The elderly Soul Sage immediately feigned ignorance, stroking his beard as he lowered his head to study the tiles beneath his feet.

"These tiles... such fine tiles indeed."

He wasn't about to get involved. He was an aging Soul Sage, nearing the end of his life. Getting mixed up in something like this was the last thing he wanted. Back in his youth, he had accidentally involved himself in something he shouldn't have, which derailed his once-promising path to becoming a Soul Douluo, leaving him stuck as a Soul Sage for the rest of his life.

Whether it was Dugu Bo in the room, some other expert, or something else entirely, he wanted no part of it. All he wished for now was to live out his remaining years in peace.

If not for the fact that the manager had a good relationship with him—often eating and drinking together and even arranging a cushy job at the auction house for his unruly grandson—the Soul Sage would have walked away long ago.

The manager, feeling conflicted but not daring to act oblivious, cupped his hands toward Lou Gao, signaling for him to follow.

What about Lou Gao's personal opinion?

Among the three of them present, not even Lou Gao himself cared about his opinion at this moment.

From the middle level to the high level, and then dismissing the guards at the top level, the manager reached out and knocked respectfully on the door of Room Six.

"Sir, Lou Gao has arrived."

"Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, the tightly shut door opened from the inside. A young man with a warm smile was sitting on the sofa, looking at the three of them. Aside from some maidservants who seemed more like decorations, there was no one else in the room.

Lou Gao cautiously stepped inside. Chen Ming stood up with a smile, making a welcoming gesture.

Although Lou Gao was a high-level Soul Sage, he still appeared cautious in front of Chen Ming. His eyes occasionally darted around the corners of the room, as if

For example, a five-ring soul master with a one-word battle armor would possess strength equivalent to a seven-ring soul sage. Two-word battle armor corresponded to an eight-ring soul douluo, three-word to a nine-ring titled douluo, and four-word to an ultimate douluo.