Three Titled Douluo

Their bodies, once taut as bowstrings, gradually relaxed, and their tightly furrowed brows slowly eased.

The fear and tension on their faces gradually faded, replaced by reassurance and calm.

"Don't worry. With me here, this power won't affect you."

Tang Lan's voice was gentle yet firm, like the resonant toll of a deep bell echoing beside the four women's ears.

It was like a calming anchor, instantly settling their panicked hearts.

His eyes overflowed with care and protectiveness. That warm, focused gaze inspired immeasurable trust and dependence.

At that moment, Tang Lan's figure seemed incomparably imposing, like a towering mountain.

It was as though he could shield the four women from wind and rain, resist every evil and danger in the world, and become their firmest support.

At that moment, the clash between Ice Bear Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo was like the violent collision of two dazzling comets, shaking heaven and earth.

The surrounding airflow surged wildly, forming violent whirlwinds.

Ice Bear Douluo's eyes widened, blazing with raging battle flames, as if they could burn everything to ashes.

The Fifth Soul Ring around him suddenly shone, its radiance as brilliant as falling stars, dazzling yet filled with boundless pressure.

"Fifth soul skill, Ice Bear's Roar!"

He threw back his head and roared, his voice seeming to come from an ancient beast and carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth.

Powerful soundwaves crazily spread outward from him, and wherever they reached,

the air instantly froze, forming countless incomparably sharp ice blades.

The ice blades glimmered with frigid light as they shot toward Ghost Scythe Douluo like a torrential storm, blotting out the sky.

Wherever they passed, even space was sliced with tiny cracks.

The ice blades howled as they cut through the air, producing sharp tearing sounds that sent