With an explosive boom, the two streaks of light that had been rushing toward Xiao Wu were blasted back even faster. Everyone looked up at the sky, and their expressions changed drastically.
A Black Robed Man hovered quietly in midair, holding a black hammer. Though his attire left much to be desired and he looked utterly unkempt, an incomparable domineering aura radiated from his entire body.
"Tang... Hao?!"
Bibi Dong, who had always been indifferent and aloof, now had a vicious, resentful look on her face, her eyes almost spitting fire.
Nine spirit rings slowly expanded. Her Soul Power opened up fully, and the aura around her surged.
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately released their martial souls and spirit rings. The three Titled Douluo released their auras without the slightest concealment, and the immense pressure made the surrounding spirit masters retreat in a panic.
Tang Hao stood proudly. His dim yellow eyes swept indifferently over Dai Yao, who was standing in the corner, before shifting away to stare at Bibi Dong. He said flatly, "Bibi Dong, you want to avenge your teacher? Do you think you can keep me here?"
At that moment, inside Pope's Palace, four auras shot into the sky, echoing the three Titled Douluo outside Pope's Palace from afar.
"Calling for help?"
Tang Hao smiled calmly. One spirit ring after another slowly rose from beneath his feet. When the final spirit ring rose, it actually forced back the auras of the seven Titled Douluo.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The same nine spirit rings, the same One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, yet the aura he displayed was something Bibi Dong could not hope to reach.
"Clear Sky... Douluo."
Everyone stared blankly at the black robe in the sky, their