Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Davis trailed off.

A low voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

With the help of soul power, it was like exploding in the air.

"A chrysanthemum and a little devil. How dare you hurt my son? Get away!"

Hearing this voice, Tang San, who was tense all over, suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise.

On the other side, Pope Bibi Dong's face became even colder.

He released his pressure on Flanders and stared into the sky.

There was a low bang.

The bodies of the two Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan and Ghost Douluo Guimei, were actually bounced back like cannonballs.

The two people's faces changed at the same time
As Titled Douluo, they faced such a result when they attacked at the same time.

This is the first time in many years.

Two black figures appeared silently in the air.

Floating there quietly
As if they were supposed to belong there.

One of them was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties. He was tall and strong, but his dress was not very flattering.

He was wearing a torn robe without even a patch on it, revealing the pale skin underneath. His originally regular facial features were now covered in a waxy yellow hue.

He looked listless, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been trimmed for who knows how long, and the roots were already white.

The middle-aged man standing next to him was much more refined.

There were no wrinkles on his face, but there was a cross-shaped scar on the left forehead. His hair was black and white, and was combed straight and meticulously.

He was wearing a black robe, his strong body standing straight, and the sharp aura he exuded was terrifying.

He is arrogant and has no intention of being humble or polite.

"dad……"

See the figure in the sky.
The usually strong Tang San seemed to have collapsed halfway.

Even the tears that he had not shed when he decided to be crushed by Ye Qiu finally overflowed from his eyes, and two difficult words slowly came out of his mouth.

Yes!

This sloppy man appeared out of nowhere, hanging in the air.

It was Tang San’s father.

Compared to the last time they met, Tang Hao now looked just a little paler, with no other changes.

And right behind him, a huge black hammer floated out of thin air.

"Tang Hao."

Bibi Dong shouted loudly, staring at Tang Hao in the air with resentful eyes, almost spitting fire.

At the same time, he also looked at another person.

"Who are you?!"

"Your Holiness, it is unreasonable to touch the students of Tiandou Royal Academy."

Mo Wuchang's voice was calm.

Looking at the Sword Douluo below who was staring at him closely, the sword intent in his body could not help but become restrained.

"Tiandou Royal Academy? Do you, the Tiandou Empire, want to be the enemy of my Wuhun Hall?"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold, and the spirit ring under her feet was shining.

"Haha. Why not?"

Mo Wuchang laughed loudly towards the sky.

"presumptuous--!"

Xue Qinghe's face changed drastically, and he immediately stepped forward and scolded him, even calling him by his name.

"Mo Wuchang, who gave you the right to represent my Tiandou Empire!"

Xue Qinghe looked unhappy.
She knew that these bastards just wanted to muddy the waters!
"Your Majesty, the Heaven Dou Empire has absolutely no intention of protecting Tang San."

"Haha. A prince of a country is so cowardly."

Mo Wuchang laughed loudly, his face full of disdain, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Xue Qinghe.
If we could take the opportunity to get rid of the prince.

That's good. Xue Qinghe's face flushed.
"Your Majesty, Mo Wuchang has nothing to do with our Tiandou Empire. You can do whatever you want with him!"

"In that case, Yueguan, Guimei, kill Tang San first!"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold.

When she was sober, she still remembered her original goal!

"Yes!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded.

As he raised his hand, ghost claws and chrysanthemum petals rushed towards Tang San.

Mo Wuchang snorted coldly, and Tang Hao faced him calmly without any fear. In a flash, the two of them landed in front of Tang San.

Attacked Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo respectively.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo retreated to the sides respectively, and together with Pope Bibi Dong, the three Titled Douluos fully unleashed their spirit power. The immense pressure caused the surrounding spirit masters to retreat in panic.

But even in the face of these three terrifying pressures like mountains, Tang Hao stood proudly, gritted his teeth.

He didn't even use his hands to hold his hammer, and his dim eyes were shining with brilliance.

"Bibi Dong, do you think you can keep me here?"

Pope Bibi Dong waved his hand violently.

A sharp whistle came from his hand, as if responding to her.

Inside the Pope's Palace, four screams were heard simultaneously.

"Call someone?"

Tang Hao smiled indifferently, and the stiff expression on his face was even a little creepy.

There was a peculiar aura about him, devoid of any life, and in his cloudy eyes there was no human emotion at all.
He doesn't care even if there are thousands of troops in front of him.

Just because he's dead!

It's a puppet!
One after another, spirit rings slowly rose from under Tang Hao's feet.

The speed at which the soul rings rose was not fast, but with the appearance of each soul ring, Tang Hao standing there became heavier and heavier.

The three huge pressures in front of him were barely held back by the gradually increasing solemn aura on his body, 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 soul ring on his body is also one hundred thousand years old.

Even though the soul rings are the same.

But at this moment, the aura revealed by Tang Hao was simply incomparable to that of Pope Bibi Dong.

Next to him, Mo Wuchang also summoned his martial soul.

A simple and unadorned one.
A three-foot-long black sword suddenly floated above his head, and his black and white hair stood up.

The soul rings under his feet spread out in circles.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

A total of nine soul rings circled up, and countless fine sword edges followed Tang Hao's momentum to resist the oppression of Bibi Dong and others.

Yu Xiaogang, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, looked at Tang Hao not far in front of him, with only pleading in his eyes.

This is his only idol in the world of soul masters, it was and is still the case.

Dare to stand in front of the Pope's Palace with one person's power and challenge the three titled Douluo headed by the Pope. How majestic is this?

And now, it is still his life-saving straw!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Haotian, save me, save me!"

Yu Xiaogang continued to crawl towards Tang Hao.

"Go away!"

Bibi Dong waved her sleeves, and Yu Xiaogang was swept away and fainted on the ground.

Tang Hao glanced coldly towards the Pope's Palace behind the Pope.

"Seven Titled Douluo, the Spirit Hall is indeed worthy of being the Spirit Hall!"

(End of this chapter)