The fact that this person had evaded the detection of all eight Titled Douluo showed just how terrifying his cultivation and strength were.
If he was an enemy, and they had failed to notice him at such close range,
none of these Titled Douluo dared to imagine what might happen next.
At the same time, Tang Lan, dressed in black and veiled, slowly stepped out of the darkness.
An eerie aura now surrounded Tang Lan. It was not the golden light he usually gave off,
but a profound black that echoed the night itself, even deeper than the darkness of the night.
This power came from Tang Lan's Dragon Grasping Hand. With this ability alone, he had no fear of the Titled Douluo before him.
Yet Tang Lan had not appeared in his own identity.
That was because he had drawn far too much attention recently.
The Titled Douluo of the Three Empires kept coming in wave after wave, like mosquitoes—endlessly irritating.
They had even disrupted the execution of many of Tang Lan's plans.
Now, Tang Lan intended to establish the image of a mysterious powerhouse and intimidate these so-called forces from all sides.
"Who are you? It seems you have been waiting for us for quite some time."
The old man beside Ghost Dream, holding a skull-headed cane, narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Tang Lan beneath the black robes.
Although the other Titled Douluo said nothing, their meaning was obvious. They were all waiting for Tang Lan's answer.
However, Tang Lan smiled. "Who I am isn't important. If you have the guts, follow me!"
After speaking, Tang Lan suddenly rose into the air. A massive golden dragon wing slowly emerged at his side.
The Bone Dragon Wings flapped, and a hurricane immediately gathered around Tang Lan, carrying