Douluo: As a Healer, Carrying a Sniper Rifle Is Perfectly Reasonable, Chapter 16

Suddenly, someone charged out from the crowd.

He launched an attack at Luo Hao.

Seeing someone take the lead, the others released their Martial Souls one after another.

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, Beast Martial Souls, Weapon Martial Souls.

All kinds of Martial Souls bloomed like a hundred flowers.

They all attacked Luo Hao at once.

"Hehe~"

"Such petty tricks~"

Luo Hao snorted coldly.

He suddenly swung his hand.

Catching the massive hammer behind him barehanded.

"What?!"

"How is that possible?!"

The man was horrified.

But before he could react, Luo Hao's palm

had already slapped across his face.

"Smack—"

A crisp sound rang out.

The man who had launched the initial sneak attack

spun a full five hundred and twenty degrees.

Face-first, he slammed viciously into the bluestone pavement.

"Boom boom boom—"

"Bang bang bang—"

Only then

did the others' attacks reach Luo Hao.

No one knew whose Martial Soul was a smoke bomb, but in an instant, thick fog enveloped Luo Hao. Everything within a ten-meter radius was obscured by the mist.

Some of the unconvinced ones

charged into the fog together.

All the others could hear were miserable screams coming from within the mist.

"Ah! Don't hit me!"

"Ugh, don't hit my face!"

"Help!"

"I want to get out!"

"Waaah!! Mom, save me!"

Only then

did someone realize in horror

that not a single disciple who had entered

had come back out.

"What's going on?"

Just then, a white figure descended from the sky.

Landing amid the crowd.

The moment everyone saw who it was, they were all startled.

The entire scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone bowed respectfully.

They shouted in unison, "Sect Master!"

Ning Fengzhi spotted Ning Rongrong in the crowd at first glance.

He quickly walked over to Ning Rongrong, slowly crouched down, and asked gently, "Rongrong, what happened here?"

"Hehe, nothing happened~"

Ning Rongrong replied with a giggle.

He had originally been a little worried about Luo Hao.

But upon hearing the miserable cries and wails from inside, Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered.

Luo Hao was a monster.

She instantly stopped worrying.

"You, honestly~"

Ning Fengzhi was quite helpless when it came to this daughter of his.

He could only inspect things personally.

"Ha—"

Ning Fengzhi gave a low shout.

Soul Power surged.

It formed a whirlwind.

Instantly blowing away the mist.

However.

Once the mist dispersed, the sight within

left everyone dumbfounded.

At this moment.

Within the mist.

Dozens of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples

lay scattered in disarray.

Their noses were bruised and faces swollen, their clothes tattered and torn.

They had been piled into a small mountain of flesh.

And at the very top of that little mountain of flesh, a child of six or seven

stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

He looked like a peerless master longing for defeat.

That child was naturally Luo Hao.

Upon seeing this scene, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples

were all furious.

They ground their teeth in rage.

Yet they also feared Luo Hao's strength.

Not a single one dared step forward.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze

also shifted to Luo Hao at that moment.

The instant he saw Luo Hao, he suddenly froze.

Because

he truly could not see anything remarkable about Luo Hao.

He even seemed inferior to the ordinary disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Only...

The faint air of smug swagger emanating from Luo Hao at that moment.

Made Ning Fengzhi deeply displeased.

"Who are you?!"

"You assaulted disciples of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without cause. Do you know your crime?!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Luo Hao and snorted coldly.

An invisible aura.

Swept toward Luo Hao.

Yet when that aura reached Luo Hao.

It was as though it had struck an invisible wall.

And instantly dissipated.

Seeing this.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes.

His heart filled with shock.

Though he was a Support Type.

He was still a level 79 Soul Saint.