Spirit Hall was being incredibly accommodating.
Now that all the guests had arrived, with Yue Guan and Gui Mei leading them—the very people Dai Weisi most wanted to see—he was thoroughly satisfied. Without wasting any more time, he served the main course.
"Who gave me the courage?"
"Of course, Clear Sky Douluo."
The meaning behind Dai Weisi's words, along with his calm, unruffled demeanor, made Yue Guan and Gui Mei's pupils suddenly constrict. Their bodies instinctively retreated.
It was the natural reaction of fleeing at the first sign of an enemy they could not defeat.
How much weight did the name Tang Hao carry?
No one understood that question better than Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
Four years ago, they had personally experienced it when they followed the former Pope, Qian Renxue, who was also level 95, to hunt that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Three level-95 Titled Douluo had joined forces. Qian Renxue, who bore the brunt of the attack, had been struck by a single hammer blow and left grievously wounded, at death's door. He had indeed died afterward. Even after Yue Guan and Gui Mei used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Two Forms Stillness Domain," they had still failed to block Tang Hao's next two hammer strikes, and both had been severely injured.
Had those injuries not affected them so greatly, they might still have had hope of advancing further in this lifetime. Now, however, that hope had been completely extinguished.
In Yue Guan and Gui Mei's eyes, the hammer in Tang Hao's hand was heavier than the tallest mountain on the Douluo Continent.
However, after only a moment's hesitation, Yue Guan came to his senses. This brat was bluffing them.
"We pinned Tang Hao's name on you so we could hunt you openly. You don't really think you're