Although he had heard of the Tang Sect's Vice Sect Leader, Tang Lan, killing the Level Ninety-Three White Bone Douluo,
Zhuo Er had never truly believed it, thinking there had to be some unspeakable secret behind it.
Perhaps White Bone Douluo had been besieged by several Titled Douluo and had only met his end because of it.
Whether it was the Mad Lion Sect or White Bone Douluo, both had always been exceedingly domineering and had made countless enemies over the years.
Given the chance, those enemies would certainly not sit back and wait. They would seize the opportunity to finish them off.
"I wonder who gave you the nerve to touch something belonging to my Tang Sect."
"I'll give you one chance. If you can join forces and survive ten moves against me, I'll spare your lives."
Tang Lan calmly looked at the group and said something that stunned everyone.
Yet the three Mad Lion Sect elders gritted their teeth.
The old man was unexpectedly the first to act. He shouted in a low voice, "This old man is willing to seek your guidance!"
The moment his words fell, a terrifying wave of soul power spread outward.
A massive turtle shell emerged behind the old man. He was a defensive Soul Douluo with the Mystic Tortoise martial soul.
Although he was only Level Eighty-Four, few Soul Douluo of the same rank could break through his defense.
The middle-aged man released his Crimson Flame Flying Tiger martial soul, and a pair of Flame Wings faintly appeared behind him.
But Tang Lan could tell at a glance that these Flame Wings flew extremely slowly. They merely enhanced his speed and agility on land.
Meanwhile, scarlet butterflies appeared around the young woman. They continuously burned and regenerated, presenting a most strange sight.