Chapter 66: Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo Came Smelling the Rat!
Chapter 66: Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo Came Smelling the Rat!
"Zhao Wuji."
Tang Hao’s voice rang out again, devoid of any fluctuation.
"You hit my son, so you must pay a price."
He had originally only come in secret today, wanting to quietly see how his son was doing at the academy he had just joined.
He hadn’t expected to see Tang San sent flying by a heavy punch from Zhao Wuji shortly after arriving.
At that moment, he almost couldn’t stop himself from intervening directly.
But it just so happened that the auras of those persistent pursuers from Spirit Hall appeared nearby.
With his old injuries unhealed, he really didn’t want to get too entangled with them.
He could only suppress his anger and first hide to retreat.
He wasn’t entirely sure how the test specifically ended or if Tang San was injured.
But he was certain of one thing—Zhao Wuji had indeed laid hands on his son.
Therefore, after going through some trouble to shake off the pursuers, he risked the great danger of being discovered by Spirit Hall to return.
All just to find Zhao Wuji and settle this score.
He, Tang Hao, was just that—petty!
"His Eminence! It’s a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"
Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely in his anxiety, hurriedly explaining with a trembling voice.
"That was just the academy’s normal entrance test; all new students have to go through this stage!"
"I absolutely didn’t mean to bully Tang San, and I really held back!"
"Misunderstanding?"
Tang Hao simply repeated those two words calmly, letting out a very faint cold snort from his nose.
With that cold snort, the pressure enveloping the surroundings suddenly intensified.
"Ugh!"
Zhao Wuji and Flender both groaned simultaneously, their bodies swaying as they nearly fell flat on the ground.
Their internal organs felt as if they were being gripped hard by an invisible giant hand, and even their spirit power circulation became sluggish.
This was a Titled Douluo.
Even a powerhouse as strong as a Spirit Saint, in front of a Titled Douluo...
"My son is not for others to discipline."
Tang Hao’s tone remained flat, yet it contained a will that brooked no opposition.
"How about this, I won’t make things difficult for you."
He paused, his gaze falling on Zhao Wuji’s pale face.
"If you can hold out under my hand for the time it takes An incense stick to burn, regardless of the outcome, this matter will be settled, and I will let bygones be bygones."
The words seemed quite generous.
But to Zhao Wuji’s ears, they were no different from a death sentence.
Hold out under the Clear Sky Douluo for An incense stick?
What a joke!
The opponent was a Titled Douluo, while he was only a Rank 76Spirit Saint.
The gap between them was even greater than that between an infant and a grown man!
Never mind An incense stick.
He suspected he wouldn’t even be able to take a casual strike from Tang Hao without being heavily injured on the spot!
Despair flooded Zhao Wuji like a cold tide.
He looked toward Flender for help.
But Flender also had a miserable expression, his eyes filled with helplessness.
In the face of absolute strength, any reason or explanation appeared pale and laughable.
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, preparing to risk his life and try his best.
Even though he knew it was like an egg hitting a stone.
"Hmm?"
Tang Hao, who had remained expressionless, suddenly frowned almost imperceptibly.
He abruptly turned his head.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, pierced into the deep darkness on the other side of the forest.
A flash of cold vigilance and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed crossed his eyes.
Almost simultaneously.
"Hehehe..."
A light laugh, carrying a bit of feminine playfulness, drifted out from the darkness in that direction.
The laughter wasn’t loud, but it clearly penetrated the silent night and entered everyone’s ears, causing an inexplicable chill.
"This is truly an eye-opener."
The voice said slowly.
"The grand Clear Sky Douluo, a top-tier expert who shakes the continent, is now actually hiding in the Back Mountain of this small academy to bully a Spirit Saint junior?"
The drawn-out tone even held an inexplicably mocking flavor.
Footsteps sounded.
Two figures, one after the other, slowly emerged from the dense darkness, stepping into the forest clearing barely lit by moonlight.
The person on the left was tall, wearing a very striking orange-yellow robe.
Large, brilliant chrysanthemum patterns were embroidered on the robe.
A faint, half-smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
His features were feminine, his skin fair, and his fingers slender.
He looked like a woman.
Only his Adam’s apple allowed one to identify him as a man.
The person on the right was completely wrapped in a large black cloak and wore a mask.
One could only feel a cold, mysterious aura constantly emanating from him.
It was as if he himself were a part of the darkness, liable to blend into the shadows and vanish at any moment.
Seeing these two, Flender and Zhao Wuji’s pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks!
They had seen these two before!
Elders of the Spirit Hall’s Elder Palace, the most capable generals under the Supreme Pontiff, two Titled Douluos!
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.
Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei.
Two genuine Titled Douluos!
"Damn it! Them again!"
A flash of anger passed over Tang Hao’s face.
The aura around him, which had been restrained, began to rise slowly.
The atmosphere in the clearing instantly tightened to the breaking point.
The presence of three Titled Douluo-level auras, even in silent confrontation, made the air in this space incredibly stagnant.
Flender and Zhao Wuji didn’t even dare to breathe.
Both felt their throats go dry, and circulating their spirit power became extremely difficult.
They weren’t just afraid now; they were mostly bewildered and terrified.
What on earth was happening tonight?
First came a Clear Sky Douluo, and now two Titled DouluoElders from Spirit Hall had appeared.
When did their tiny Shrek Academy become a meeting place for the continent’s top experts?
Yue Guan’s narrow eyes first swept over the disheveled Flender and Zhao Wuji, revealing an undisguised contempt.
Then, his gaze fell back onto Tang Hao.
The smile on his face remained, but his tone became even more feminine and biting.
"Tang Hao, it’s been a while, but you’ve certainly regressed."
"What, has the once-mighty Clear Sky Douluo now only got the ability to bully the weak and vent his anger on juniors?"
Gui Mei didn’t speak, simply standing there quietly.
But the black mist emanating from him spread silently, faintly blocking several directions Tang Hao might use to retreat.
Facing their mockery and the faint signs of encirclement, Tang Hao’s eyes remained calm.
But beneath that calmness, it was as if a volcano were brewing.
"Humph!"
"I, Tang Hao, do not need to explain my actions to you. And it’s certainly not the place of you people from Spirit Hall to tell me what to do."
The moment the last word fell.
"Boom—!"
A spirit power far more violent and domineering than before erupted from Tang Hao without reservation!
Although no spirit rings appeared yet.
The tangible pressure caused the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.
"Tsk, are we going to fight?"
The smile on Yue Guan’s face faded slightly, and his gaze became sharp.
"This time, we will surely take you down!"
The black mist around Gui Mei also surged violently.
Yue Guan gently stroked the exquisite chrysanthemum embroidery on his orange-yellow sleeve, his tone turning cold.
"Your escape during the last battle displeased His Holiness the Pope; it seems we two must once again ask for a lesson from the Clear Sky Douluo."
The wind in the forest stopped at some point.
The chirping of insects had long since vanished without a trace.
All that remained was a suffocating silence and those three rising, fiercely colliding terrifying auras.
(End of Chapter)
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