Chapter 67: The Dignified Clear Sky Douluo Actually Turned and Fled? The Water is Too Deep, We Can’t Handle It!
Chapter 67: The Dignified Clear Sky Douluo Actually Turned and Fled? The Water is Too Deep, We Can’t Handle It!
"Damn it, it’s those lingering pests from Spirit Hall again!"
Tang Hao’s face instantly turned extremely unsightly,
his brows furrowed tightly, a hint of annoyance and vigilance flashing in his eyes.
He truly hadn’t expected Spirit Hall’s pursuers to be able to lock onto his location so accurately again, and to arrive so quickly!
What was even more troublesome was that it was those two old rivals, Chrysanthemum and Ghost.
A pair with seamless cooperation and who were extremely difficult to deal with.
He was all too familiar with Yue Guan’s eccentric, effeminate tone and Gui Mei’s elusive, ghostly methods.
It truly was a case of what one fears most, one gets!
The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were practically his fated nemeses.
’After all these years, they’re still like a plaster that won’t come off.’
Tang Hao cursed inwardly while quickly weighing the current situation.
The old injuries on his body had never fully healed, making him feel constrained whenever he fought.
If he were to face either one of them alone, he would naturally have no fear and would even be confident in defeating them.
But the problem was that these two guys never fought fairly.
They would constantly use that disgusting "Unipolar Static Domain."
That was a Martial Soul Fusion Skill capable of briefly freezing space; it was a massive headache!
He could naturally break it, but it would aggravate his internal injuries, which wasn’t worth the cost.
Right now, the wisest choice was definitely not a head-on confrontation.
"Tang Hao, I advise you not to waste your energy struggling."
Ghost DouluoGui Mei’s hoarse, low voice rang out, sounding as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, carrying a chilling coldness.
The black mist around him surged slowly, locking onto all of Tang Hao’s possible escape routes.
"His Holiness the Pope has already issued a strict order; we must bring you back this time, dead or alive."
"Hmph, what big talk!"
Tang Hao snorted heavily, his voice filled with disdain and arrogance.
His gaze was like lightning as he quickly scanned Yue Guan and Gui Mei’s positions, having already reached a decision.
"Want to capture me, Tang Hao? Let’s see if you have the ability!"
Before his voice had even faded—
He unexpectedly stomped his foot violently without any warning!
"Boom!"
The ground beneath him exploded into a large crater, sending shattered rocks flying.
Using the recoil, Tang Hao shot out like an arrow from a bow!
Not forward to meet the challenge.
But speeding away into the depths of the forest in the opposite direction from the two, without even looking back!
It was clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Fleeing?
To Tang Hao, this wasn’t a disgrace at all.
A great man knows when to yield and when to stand tall.
Knowing one is in poor condition yet insisting on a fight to the death—that would be true criminality.
His most urgent task now was to preserve himself and completely heal his internal injuries.
Not to fight for a momentary impulse.
As long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood.
"Want to run?! Wishful thinking!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan’s slender eyebrows twitched, and the fake smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by icy killing intent.
He and Gui Mei exchanged a tacit glance, needing no verbal communication at all.
Both of their figures simultaneously transformed into two blurred streaks of light, one yellow and one black, chasing after Tang Hao’s retreating figure at a speed that was not the least bit slower!
The figures of the three Titled Douluo were faster than the limit of the naked eye’s perception, vanishing into the depths of the dense, dark forest in the blink of an eye.
Leaving behind only a scene of absolute mess.
Terrifying ripples of spirit power lingered in the air, failing to settle for a long time... once it was confirmed that those three fearsome auras had completely distanced themselves.
Until they could no longer be sensed at all.
Only then did Zhao Wuji and Flender, who were slumped on the ground, finally dare to breathe heavily.
"Phew—ha—phew—"
The two of them looked as if they had just been fished out of water; they were drenched in cold sweat, their clothes sticking tightly to their skin, feeling icy cold.
Their hearts were still thumping wildly in their chests as if they were about to explode.
Those few short minutes just now were practically like dancing back and forth in front of the Gates of Hell; they were so scared their souls nearly took flight.
"Oh my god... they’re finally gone..."
Flender raised his hand tremblingly, using his sleeve to haphazardly wipe the continuous stream of cold sweat from his forehead, his voice still shaking.
He felt like his legs were still weak, unable to exert any strength at all.
"Old Zhao, you really picked your life back from King Yama’s hands this time."
He looked at Zhao Wuji beside him with lingering fear, feeling incredibly relieved yet shaken.
"If those two from Spirit Hall hadn’t arrived just in time to divert Tang Hao’s attention, you probably would have met your end here today."
"Even if you didn’t die, you would have lost a layer of skin."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji’s face was also full of bitterness as he forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
He rubbed his bald head, which was also covered in cold sweat.
"How... how the hell was I supposed to know?"
Zhao Wuji’s voice was dry, filled with helplessness and frustration.
"That Tang San looks ordinary, and his Spirit is just Blue Silver Grass. Who could have imagined his father is that god of slaughter, Tang Hao?!"
This was simply an undeserved disaster, a calamity from the heavens.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath, "And this Tang Hao is just too damn unreasonable; he can’t take a loss!"
A dignified Titled Douluo actually came running overnight to seek retaliation just because his son got beaten in an entrance test?
He could swear that he definitely hadn’t used a heavy hand on Tang San; it was entirely at the level of a normal spar.
On the contrary, when facing Lin Qingmo, he had used power exceeding the level of a Spirit King.
This overprotectiveness is just too ridiculous; he doesn’t have the slightest bit of a Senior expert’s grace.
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Watch your words!"
Flender was so scared he quickly looked around, lowering his voice to stop him, his face turning somewhat pale.
"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter how much Tang Hao is hunted by Spirit Hall, he’s still a genuine Titled Douluo. Crushing us would be like crushing ants!"
"If these words of yours happen to reach his ears, next time he won’t just be coming to scare you."
Zhao Wuji curled his lip, a hint of defiance flashing across his face.
But mostly, it was the relief of having survived a disaster.
Having caught his breath, his courage seemed to have returned a bit.
"What’s there to be afraid of?"
He snorted.
Although his volume was lowered, his tone remained indifferent.
"Principal, you saw it too. He’s being chased all over the World by Spirit Hall like a stray dog, hiding everywhere. He can barely protect himself, so how would he have the time to come looking for trouble with me again?"
As he spoke, he himself felt the situation was somewhat ironic and couldn’t help but shake his head.
"Heh, speaking of which, it’s truly quite absurd."
"Back then, I offended Spirit Hall and fled here. Who would have thought that today, it would be Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall who indirectly saved my life."
"This is just... fate playing tricks on people..."
He chuckled self-mockingly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Flender could only sigh deeply upon hearing this, left speechless.
Although Zhao Wuji’s words were crude, they were indeed the truth.
Tang Hao’s current situation was clearly extremely dire, being closely watched by Spirit Hall.
Who told this guy to go and smash Spirit Hall’s branch halls when he had nothing better to do?
"In any case, this matter can be considered over for now."
Flender struggled to get up from the ground, patting the dirt and grass clippings off his clothes.
He looked at Zhao Wuji with a serious expression.
"Old Zhao, take my advice. In the future, regarding that Tang San’s affairs, we should try to stay out of them as much as possible and avoid him whenever we can."
"This kid has a giant like Tang Hao standing behind him; his background is too complex, and the water is too deep."
"Our small temple can’t accommodate such a great Buddha, nor can it withstand the turmoil. Don’t go drawing fire to yourself and looking for trouble."
Seeing Tang Hao’s attitude today, Flender decided to treat Tang San as just a regular student from now on.
And try not to have any deep involvement.
"I know, I know, you’re so naggy."
Zhao Wuji also wobbled to his feet, impatiently waving his large, fan-like hand.
But a deep sense of dread was evident in his eyes.
After being frightened like this tonight.
He simply couldn’t bring himself to like that freshman named Tang San no matter what.
He even felt a bit of inexplicable aversion.
This kid is simply a walking trouble-maker, a source of disaster!
He complained bitterly in his heart.
(End of Chapter)
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