With Me Here, There Is Nothing to Fear

The sound of the wind around them seemed to still at his resolute words, and the entire space was enveloped by the aura of death.

The oppressive atmosphere seemed capable of freezing one's very soul.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how, with us guarding this place today, you plan to lay a hand on Tang Lan!"

Ice Bear Douluo snorted coldly. His tall, imposing body stood like an unshakable mountain, radiating a staggering presence.

His broad chest heaved violently like surging waves,

while his thick arms clenched tightly, veins bulging like winding azure dragons,

as though they contained endless power that could break free at any moment and erupt.

His heavy palms looked capable of crushing boulders with ease, and they now trembled slightly with rage,

each tremor seeming enough to trigger a small earthquake.

Ice Bear Douluo's eyes widened furiously, blazing with raging flames,

as if they would instantly consume Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo without leaving even a trace behind.

His voice exploded like muffled thunder:

"You shameless bastards, do you think a few harsh words are enough to scare us? What a ridiculous dream!"

The deafening voice sent ripples surging through the air,

as if it would shatter everything around them.

His icy gaze swept across Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo, carrying undisguised provocation and contempt.

That gaze was like a sharp blade, cutting through the enemy's mental defenses.

His chiseled face had tightened, its lines appearing even more resolute,

while even the stubble on his chin seemed as hard as steel needles, as though it could pierce an enemy's skin.

"Today, as long as I am here, you will not touch so much as a hair on Tang Lan's head!"

Ice Bear Douluo's vow echoed through the air, firm and resolute.