Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

"Zhao Wuji—"

His body was already in pain, having been tormented by Yun Feng and Tang San, and had yet to recover. In fact, his condition seemed to worsen. Just as he was contemplating how to get back at Yun Feng and Tang San later, a sudden voice caused the smile on his face to freeze instantly.

As a level 76 Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji was a formidable presence in the soul master world of the Douluo Continent. His soul power had reached such a level that it created a mysterious aura around him, allowing him to perceive even the faintest sound, such as the fall of leaves, within a hundred meters.

Yet now, he hadn't sensed anyone around him, and the voice seemed to pierce directly into his ears as if someone was whispering right beside him.

This display of power immediately put Zhao Wuji on high alert. Though he didn't recognize the voice, he was certain that the person who had spoken was no weaker than him.

"Who?"

Suppressing the pain, Zhao Wuji stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing coldly.

In the past, his reputation in the soul master world wasn't the best, and he had made plenty of enemies.

For years, he had hidden away in Shrek Academy, living peacefully. But now, at this moment, a powerful foe had suddenly appeared.

"Come out."

A faint yet palpable presence locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji jumped out of the window, landing outside. His soul power surged to its peak as he cautiously scanned his surroundings, staying on guard.

Who was Zhao Wuji?

Known as the Immovable King, he was once a killer of countless men. To be provoked by an unknown adversary like this, combined with the frustration he had bottled up during the day, caused his rage to rise.

With a forceful step, Zhao Wuji charged in the direction of the aura.

In no time, he had left the bounds of Shrek Academy and entered a nearby forest.

It was here that the faint presence disappeared.

"Come out. I know you're here."

Zhao Wuji called out in a deep voice.

At the same time, he activated his martial spirit, completing his soul avatar form. Seven soul rings—each glowing brilliantly—hovered around him, the most striking being his three black ten-thousand-year soul rings.

A black-cloaked figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree.

This person was completely shrouded in black, even wearing a black hood, making it impossible to see his face. The only discernible feature was that he was a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji asked coldly. Having activated his Martial Spirit of the Mighty Vajra Bear, his body radiated a wild and imposing aura.

The black-cloaked man didn't directly answer. Instead, he spoke casually, "To see the Immovable King in such a small place, I thought I'd challenge you to a duel. It's been a while since I've stretched my muscles."

As he spoke, the black-cloaked man slowly raised his right hand. A black light formed in his palm, transforming into a large weapon. Simultaneously, nine soul rings appeared on his body.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

Unlike Zhao Wuji's soul rings, which moved rhythmically, these nine soul rings remained motionless, surrounding the black-cloaked man and enveloping his body.

Nine soul rings were already a terrifying sight, but the last one, in particular, was blood-red, casting the entire surroundings in a crimson hue.

When Zhao Wuji saw the nine soul rings, his entire body shivered as if cold water had been poured over him.

As a Soul Saint, Zhao Wuji was acutely aware of the power difference among high-level soul masters.

After reaching level 60, even a one-level gap could result in a significant power difference, let alone a gap of twenty levels. He could sense that the difference between him and this black-cloaked man was far greater than the gap between him and Yun Feng.

But the most terrifying thing was the black-cloaked man's last soul ring. That red color—what kind of soul ring could be that color?

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!!!

"Title Douluo," Zhao Wuji finally managed to utter. His Immovable King aura faltered, his body trembling. If he was considered a high-level soul master, then Title Douluo were the pinnacle of the soul master world.

The arrogance Zhao Wuji had in his earlier words disappeared. He quickly bowed in respect.

"May I ask which esteemed senior has graced us with their presence? Surely you must be joking—how could someone like me dare to spar with you?"

Tang Hao watched Zhao Wuji's change in demeanor and found it amusing. However, he remained composed, replying indifferently, "What's this about deserving or not? Didn't you bully those kids earlier today? I've realized that bullying feels pretty good, so let me bully you as well."

"Of course, you can think of it as me using my strength to oppress the weak."

Tang Hao didn't exude any oppressive aura, yet he gripped his massive Clear Sky Hammer, stepping closer to Zhao Wuji one step at a time.

Zhao Wuji's mind raced. There were only a few Title Douluo on the continent, each famous in their own right. The black-cloaked man before him clearly wielded a tool martial spirit, and there were even fewer Title Douluo who specialized in tool spirits. That left only one possibility!

Suddenly, Tang Hao stopped about ten meters from Zhao Wuji.

"Since you're here, you might as well come out. Whether it's one or two, what difference does it make?"

In a flash, another person appeared next to Zhao Wuji—it was Flender. Flender's presence immediately made Zhao Wuji feel a bit more at ease.

"Boss, who is this senior?" Zhao Wuji began, but Flender waved him off, signaling for silence.

Feeling the pressure, Flender had no choice but to release his own martial spirit.

A pair of massive wings sprouted from his back, and his body became covered in feathers. His orange-yellow eyes turned vertical, and like Zhao Wuji, seven soul rings appeared, glowing as they moved around his body.

"Greetings, Lord Clear Sky," Flender respectfully saluted Tang Hao, showing no intention of fighting.

Zhao Wuji gasped, finally realizing who stood before him.

His heart tightened—when had he offended this terrifying individual?

This man was none other than the legendary Title Douluo, Tang Hao, known as the strongest power in the soul master world.

His martial spirit developed along the same path as Zhao Wuji's, but compared to Tang Hao, Zhao Wuji's strength was like a flickering candle in the wind.

Tang Hao spoke calmly, "No need for formalities. I'm here to cause trouble. Your Owl Spirit, level seventy-eight, is indeed fitting for the former Golden Iron Triangle's main combatant, Flender. I assume this Shrek Academy belongs to you."

Flender nodded helplessly. "Yes, Lord. I wonder how Zhao Wuji offended you, and if you could show me a little mercy."

Hearing this, Tang Hao laughed aloud.

"Hahaha! A joke—what face do you have before me?"

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