How Much Are They Worth

His thick, dark brows rose high like two sharp scimitars, displaying his boldness and delight.

Ice Bear Douluo's bell-like eyes were wide open, filled with disdain for Ghost Shadow Douluo and the others.

Time Douluo wore a smile as warm and composed as the spring sun.

He gently raised his right hand, his eyes filled with the light of wisdom and insight.

"Ghost Shadow Douluo and the others actually thought they could deal with Tang Lan. They're simply overestimating themselves."

He tipped his head back slightly, his gentle laughter brimming with strength, as though it could pierce the clouds.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood as straight as a pine tree, his long robe fluttering in the wind.

Every movement he made was elegant and calm, like an immortal detached from the mortal world.

His composure and confidence inspired awe.

Luo Jian Soul Douluo crossed his arms over his chest, displaying the bulging muscles of his firm, powerful arms.

The corner of his lips curled into an extremely mocking sneer.

Like a cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, it sent chills down one's spine.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, two sharp glints shooting from them as though they could instantly pierce through Ghost Shadow Douluo and the others. He said coldly:

"They dared to look down on Tang Lan? They truly don't know their own limits. Ending up in such a sorry state is entirely their own doing!"

He straightened his back and raised his chin slightly.

His entire body radiated an inviolable, imposing majesty.

Like a judge seated high above, he mercilessly pronounced judgment upon Ghost Shadow Douluo and the others' defeat.

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear, standing tall and firm where he was, like a towering mountain that could not be shaken.

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