Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Chapter 1086

"Alright, in that case, I'll do it!"

Upon hearing this, Scarface nodded without hesitation. It was just an iron gate; there was no need to knock him down.

That would undoubtedly be a waste of his money.

In this situation, all you need to do is break the lock.

Do it if you want to.

Two white and two yellow spirit rings appeared at Scarface's feet, and four spirit rings bloomed, his hands already tightly gripping a ring-pommel greatsword. The blade gleamed with a cold, metallic light, its edge polished to a gleaming shine, and as he raised his arm, a faint whistling sound of wind breaking through the air could be heard.

"Get back!"

At Scarface's command, his henchmen immediately retreated, including Orb and the gaunt old man known as Old Knife Handle, who also took two steps back in unison.

In an instant, a space was cleared in the open area in front of the courtyard gate, with only the mottled iron gate standing alone in the middle, becoming the object to be broken in the next second.

"Stop! If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll fight you to the death!"

Liu Erlong cried out, her figure suddenly rushing forward, stepping on two yellow spirit rings, her arms already swollen and covered in dragon scales. She stood behind the iron gate with her own flesh and blood.

"Haha~ You want to fight us? Little lady, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? The only thing you can compete with me on is your skill in bed."

Upon hearing Liu Erlong's threatening words,

Orb just grinned lewdly.

"Don't worry, we'll be able to play two-on-two matches soon."

"Haha~ Young Master Orb is right."

Old Dao laughed too.

"you!"

Lele gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

She could clearly see the ruthlessness in Scarface's eyes, and feel the soul power fluctuations emanating from the ring-pommel sword—a power far beyond her reach. Liu Erlong realized once again how weak she was.

So weak that they couldn't even protect themselves and their mothers, so weak that they could only watch helplessly as these villains trampled on their dignity.

But what could she do?

Even the two yellow spirit rings at her feet were obtained by a specialized spirit-hunting team that her mother hired at a high price.

She has done the best she can.

Liu Erlong's tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

She mustn't cry.

Her crying will only make her mother more desperate!

Orb, still worried, added, "Scarface, don't hurt my little lady, or you'll have to pay for it too."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt a hair on her head!"

Scarface nodded and raised his broadsword to strike.

"etc."

At this critical moment,

A sound came from inside the house, along with slow, heavy footsteps. The footsteps were light, yet carried an indescribable weariness, one step at a time.

A slightly thin figure leaned against the mottled wall and slowly walked out from inside the door.

It's Liu Meier.

Her usually neatly combed hair was now slightly disheveled, with a few strands of black hair falling beside her cheeks, making her already beautiful face appear even paler.

A few specks of dust clung to her plain-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and the sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing her slender wrists with calluses. Her steps were unsteady, and she had to lean against the wall for support with each step.

"Oh ho~ Liu Meier, you've finally decided to come out."

Old Dao looked at the woman and started shouting.

As soon as Liu Meier stepped out of the room, she forced a sob into her voice and said, "Heroes, I beg you, please spare Erlong." (End of Chapter)