The unfamiliar voice piqued Ling Chang'e's curiosity. She looked closely and saw a burly man.
He had a golden eyebrow mark on his forehead, resembling a spark, and was clad in golden armor with a red cape that showed his unruly nature.
He was toying with a short stick in his hand. Upon closer inspection, the stick had red patterns, making it look quite extraordinary.
Another man resembled him in appearance, differing only in attire. This man wore a purple headscarf, had a scar near his eye, and was dressed in golden armor with a purple cape.
Both of them had their hair in a bun, but the aura they exuded was completely different.
The first man was unruly, while the second was calm and refined. Despite their similar faces, their distinct temperaments were immediately apparent.
He also held a stick, but this one was blue.
Ling Chang'e immediately recognized their identities.
They were Spirit Hall's Sixth Offering, Qianjun Douluo, and Seventh Offering, Xiangmo Douluo.
Spirit Hall had a total of seven Great Offerings: the High Priest Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, the Second Offering Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Third Offering Qingluan Douluo, the Fourth Offering Xiongshi Douluo, the Fifth Offering Guangling Douluo, the Sixth Offering Qianjun Douluo, and the Seventh Offering Xiangmo Douluo.
Don't let Guangling Douluo's playful demeanor fool you; in reality, his strength surpassed that of Qianjun Douluo and Xiangmo Douluo, which is why he became the Fifth Offering.
In the original anime, Xiangmo Douluo appeared more frequently than Qianjun Douluo because Xiangmo Douluo was constantly getting beaten up by the protagonist group.
Before encountering the protagonist group, others' evaluation of Xiangmo Douluo was that he had never suffered a defeat.
After encountering the protagonist group, Xiangmo Douluo was continuously beaten. This evaluation was better left unsaid.
Compared to Xiangmo Douluo's unruly nature, the gentle-tempered Qianjun Douluo clasped his hands together in a prayer-like gesture.
"Fifth Brother."
Xiangmo Douluo's eyes widened as he looked at Ling Chang'e, "So this is the disciple you took in?"
"She looks so small, the kind that would die with a pinch, too fragile, isn't she?"
Xiangmo Douluo truly hadn't expected Guangling Douluo's disciple to be a soft and adorable little girl.
Alas, what a pity.
Such a cute disciple falling into the hands of a chaotic demon king would surely suffer tragic torment from the great demon king.
Big Brother, too, gave such a lovely child to Guangling Douluo. Is he not afraid that Guangling Douluo will play her to death?
"Yes."
Guangling Douluo looked at Xiangmo Douluo warily, shouting, "This is my disciple. I advise you not to harbor any ill intentions. If you scheme against my disciple, don't blame me for disregarding our brotherhood!"
"I've lived for eighty years and only just got a disciple. Do you understand the value of this disciple?"
Guangling Douluo quickly covered Ling Chang'e's face with his hand, preventing Xiangmo Douluo and Qianjun Douluo from seeing her, just in case they tried to snatch his disciple.
What a joke, he still cared deeply about his disciple.
Playing is playing, but on important matters, he remained clear-headed.
His own disciple was the best.
They wouldn't dare abduct his lovely disciple!
Ling Chang'e: "…"
She really wanted to say that Guangling Douluo was so childish.
And this person was her master.
The number one person of petty jealousy!
Not long ago, Guangling Douluo had been dismissive of her, but now he was protecting her. Ling Chang'e wondered if this was truly the same person?
Even someone with a split personality wouldn't be as impressive as Guangling Douluo.
Alas, her heart felt so tired.
"I don't understand!"
Xiangmo Douluo licked his lips, a proud expression appearing on his heroic face, "Your disciple is my disciple. Why should we brothers differentiate between us? Looking at your disciple, she must have been tormented by you. If she comes to my side, I will definitely spoil her like a little princess. How can you lay a hand on such a soft and adorable child?"
"As expected of you!"
Xiangmo Douluo said, giving Guangling Douluo a thumbs-up to express his disdain.
"Want to fight?"
Guangling Douluo snorted. A white bow and arrow instantly appeared in his empty left hand. The bow was three meters tall, one meter ten taller than Guangling Douluo.
Don't let Guangling Douluo's slender figure fool you; he was actually 1.9 meters tall. As for Qingluan Douluo, he was five centimeters taller than Guangling Douluo. This was their net height.
Xiangmo Douluo casually played with his red stick and said slowly, "I'm not fighting you."
"Losing is embarrassing, but winning will definitely lead to a beating."
Xiangmo Douluo declared that he wasn't foolish!
Fighting with Guangling Douluo was courting death. Losing wouldn't be so bad, just embarrassing. But if he won, he would be greeted by a beating from a group of people.
They were truly unreasonable.
Xiangmo Douluo was already constantly being beaten by Qianjun Douluo and had always wanted to escape this situation. Why would he allow himself to be beaten by others again?
"Hmph."
Guangling Douluo snorted, saying arrogantly, "How uninteresting."
"For my disciple's sake, I won't bother with you."
Guangling Douluo huffily hugged Ling Chang'e tightly, blocking their views so that they couldn't see her.
His disciple, he wouldn't let them teach her!
Watching Guangling Douluo act like a child, Ling Chang'e's mouth twitched. Silence was her only thought.
Childish and playful, this master was even more immature than she.
Alas, her deep gaze fell upon Qingluan Douluo.
Upon reflection, she couldn't blame Guangling Douluo; she could only blame Qingluan Douluo. Because Qingluan Douluo had spoiled him.
Xiongshi Douluo had even said that when Guangling Douluo was six, he burned Qingluan Douluo's house, and Qingluan Douluo only chased after him to hit him, without beating him half to death. This was definitely Qingluan Douluo's problem!
Guangling Douluo was already playful by nature. Encountering Qingluan Douluo's limitless indulgence, it was only normal for him to become even more wild!
Sensing her resentful gaze, Qingluan Douluo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on Guangling Douluo.
His narrow eyes occasionally glanced at Xiangmo Douluo and Qianjun Douluo, his palms clasped together, and a green spirit power swirling at his fingertips.
If they truly started fighting, Qingluan Douluo would definitely intervene first to subdue the two of them.
"The two" referred to Xiangmo Douluo and Qianjun Douluo, and did not include Guangling Douluo.
"Childish."
Xiangmo Douluo sneered. He was about to mock Guangling Douluo again, but was punched by Qianjun Douluo.
"How can you talk like that?"
Qianjun Douluo hit him with his stick again, "That's Fifth Brother. How can you speak to him like that?"
Qianjun Douluo sighed lightly. This troublesome younger brother couldn't see the situation clearly.
"…"
Xiangmo Douluo, who was inexplicably beaten, twitched his mouth. He couldn't fight back because if he did, he would definitely be severely beaten by Qianjun Douluo.
If he could beat Qianjun Douluo, he wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation.
"Stop arguing, both of you."
A black-haired middle-aged man, clad in golden armor with a golden cape, walked over.
His resolute face held a cold expression.
Ling Chang'e naturally knew this person, for he was Spirit Hall's Second Offering—Golden Crocodile Douluo. (I'm using Golden Crocodile Douluo because it's the most used in many fanfics)