Davis's words fell.
A deep voice suddenly rang out high in the sky.
Amplified by soul power, it seemed to explode in mid-air.
"A chrysanthemum, a brat. You dare harm my son? Get out of my way!"
Hearing this voice, Tang San, who had been tense all over, suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise.
Meanwhile, Pope Bibi Dong's face turned even colder.
She released her pressure on Flander and gazed into the sky.
A deep explosion.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, two titled Douluos, were bounced back like cannonballs.
Their expressions changed simultaneously.
As titled Douluos, they had attacked at the same time, yet faced such a result.
This was the first time in many years.
Two black figures appeared silently in mid-air.
They floated there quietly
, as if they belonged there from the start.
One of them was a middle-aged man, appearing to be about fifty years old, tall and burly, but his attire was less than flattering.
He wore a tattered robe, without even patches, revealing pale skin beneath. His once handsome
features were now sallow. He looked listless, his hair a messy bird's nest, his beard unkempt, the roots white.
Beside him stood a much more refined middle-aged man.
His face was wrinkle-free, except for a cross-shaped scar on his left forehead. His hair was a neat, straight, black and white mix.
He wore a long black robe, his strong body standing ramrod straight, his sharp aura intimidating.
He was arrogant and utterly devoid of humility.
"Dad…Dad…"
Seeing the figure in the air,
the usually strong Tang San seemed to break down
, tears welling up even when he decided to be crushed by Ye Qiu. The two difficult words escaped his lips.
Yes!
This disheveled man, appearing out of nowhere and suspended in mid-air,
was Tang San's father.
Compared to their last meeting, Tang Hao only appeared paler; otherwise, he remained unchanged.
Behind him, an enormous black hammer floated in mid-air.
"Tang Hao!"
Bibi Dong shouted, her eyes filled with venomous hatred as she stared at Tang Hao in the air, almost spitting fire.
She also looked at another person.
"Who are you?!"
"Your Holiness, it's rather unreasonable to harm a student of my Heaven Dou Royal Academy,"
Mo Wuchang said calmly.
Even the sword intent emanating from the Sword Douluo below, who was staring intently at him, subsided.
"Heaven Dou Royal Academy? Does your Heaven Dou Empire intend to be an enemy of my Spirit Hall?!"
Bibi Dong's voice was cold, the spirit rings beneath her feet flashing.
"Haha...so what if it is!"
Mo Wuchang laughed loudly.
"Insolence—!"
Xue Qinghe's expression changed drastically; she immediately stepped forward to rebuke him, even calling him by his name.
"Mo Wuchang, who gave you the right to represent my Heavenly Dou Empire!"
Xue Qinghe's face was grim.
She knew these bastards were just trying to muddy the waters!
"Your Holiness, my Heavenly Dou Empire has absolutely no intention of protecting Tang San."
"Haha. A crown prince of a nation, so cowardly!"
Mo Wuchang laughed loudly, his face full of disdain, and his gaze towards Xue Qinghe even carried a hint of murderous intent.
If he could take this opportunity to get rid of the crown prince,
that would be perfect.
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Xue Qinghe's face flushed red.
"Your Holiness, Mo Wuchang has absolutely no connection with my Heaven Dou Empire. You may dispose of him as you see fit!"
"Since that's the case, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, kill Tang San first!"
Bibi Dong's voice was icy. Even in
her lucid state, she remembered her initial objective!
"Yes!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded.
With a wave of their hands, ghost claws and chrysanthemum petals hurtled towards Tang San.
Mo Wuchang snorted coldly, but Tang Hao faced him calmly, showing no fear. In a flash, the two had already landed in front of Tang San,
launching attacks on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo respectively.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo retreated to the sides, joining Pope Bibi Dong. The three Title Douluos unleashed their full soul power, creating immense pressure that forced the surrounding soul masters to retreat in panic.
Yet, even before these three terrifying, mountain-like pressures, Tang Hao gritted his teeth and stood proudly.
He didn't even reach for his hammer, his dim eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
"Bibi Dong, do you think you can keep me here?"
Pope Bibi Dong suddenly waved her hand. A
sharp shriek emanated from her hand, as if in response to her.
Four shrieks rang out simultaneously within the Papal Palace.
"Calling for help?"
Tang Hao smiled calmly, his stiff expression even somewhat eerie.
He possessed a peculiar aura, devoid of any life force, his cloudy eyes devoid of any human emotion.
Even if a thousand armies stood before him, he would be indifferent.
Simply because he was already dead!
A puppet!
One after another, spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet.
The spirit rings rose slowly, but with each appearance, Tang Hao, standing there, grew increasingly heavy.
The three immense pressures before him were barely contained by the gradually increasing, serene aura emanating from him, creating a quiet area.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The nine spirit rings that appeared on Tang Hao were exactly the same as those on Pope Bibi Dong.
The last spirit ring on his body was also a hundred thousand years old.
Despite sharing the same spirit rings
, Tang Hao's aura at this moment was nowhere near that of Pope Bibi Dong.
Beside him, Mo Wuchang also summoned his spirit.
A simple, unadorned,
jet-black three-foot-long sword suddenly hovered above his head, his black and white hair standing on end.
Spirit rings began to unfurl beneath his feet:
yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Nine spirit rings spiraled upwards, countless fine sword blades working in unison with Tang Hao's imposing presence to resist the pressure from Bibi Dong and the others.
Yu Xiaogang, lying on the ground like a dead dog, looked at Tang Hao not far in front of him, his eyes filled with pleading.
This was his only idol in the spirit master world, both then and now.
Daring to stand alone before the Pope's palace and challenge three Title Douluos led by the Pope—what kind of prestige was that?
And now, he was still his lifeline!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Haotian, save me, save me!"
Yu Xiaogang crawled frantically towards Tang Hao.
"Get out of my way!"
Bibi Dong waved her sleeve, and Yu Xiaogang was swept away, unconscious on the ground.
Tang Hao coldly glanced at the Papal Palace behind the Pope.
"Seven Title Douluos, the Spirit Hall truly
lives up to its name!"