Clear Sky Douluo

"I say, you've followed me this far. Aren't you going to come out?" Lang Lei stopped in a clearing within the forest, speaking as if to the air around him.

Sure enough, before long, several soul masters dressed in different outfits appeared and surrounded him.

"Hello, classmate Lang Lei." The Soul Saint at their head took the initiative to extend a hand in greeting.

"Soul masters raised by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? The ones responsible for protecting that young lady Ning Rongrong?" Lang Lei swept his gaze over them and recognized them immediately.

"Hm? How did you know, sir?" Seeing that Lang Lei did not respond, the unnamed Soul Saint awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Of course I know about you. After all, unlike us, you are all fortunate ones." Lang Lei said something that left them utterly confused.

"Haha, you flatter us, young friend. Judging by your appearance, you are so young yet possess such strength. Compared to us, you are the one truly blessed by fate..." the unnamed Soul Saint continued.

"There's no need for flattery. I can tell you plainly: joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is absolutely impossible." Lang Lei shook his head, bitterness seeping into his voice.

The unnamed Soul Saint and the others exchanged glances and silently assumed fighting stances.

Judging from his tone, coupled with how he had treated Miss Ning Rongrong earlier, he clearly bore a grudge against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

With talent like his, if they did not deal with him now, once he grew stronger, taking him down would likely require a hundred times the effort.

"You... want to make a move?" Lang Lei's lips curved upward. "Perfect. I was constantly suppressed by Senior Zhao in hand-to-hand combat earlier, so I've been holding in some frustration."

"Young man, don't be too hot-blooded. After that fight with the Immovable Wisdom King, you're no longer at your peak, are you?" the unnamed Soul Saint guessed. "How much strength do you even have left now?"

"Even if I only have one percent of my strength left, it's more than enough to deal with the likes of you!" Lang Lei set Griseo down, and a fiery red pistol appeared in each hand. "Then let me show you what it means to be young and hot-blooded!"

"So it really is Twin Martial Souls. Attack!"

At the unnamed Soul Saint's command, more than ten soul masters of varying ranks charged at Lang Lei at once.

"Griseo, close your eyes!"

Griseo obediently shut her eyes.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...!"

After several gunshots, corpses littered the ground. Most were not even intact. Lang Lei did not even need to activate the Zero Rated Power of Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment.

Besides, this was a forest~

Set fire to the mountains, and you'd spend the rest of your life in prison!

"Hehe, if you aren't hot-blooded, can you still call yourself young?"

Lang Lei put away Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment. He had no reason to show these people mercy...

They were enemies. He was perfectly clear on that. Mercy toward enemies was cruelty toward oneself. He was no saint.

Unexpectedly, there were some additional gains. Six Thousand Year Soul Bones were found in their bodies. As expected of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the richest sect on the entire continent...

After feeding all six Thousand Year Soul Bones to his Second Martial Soul, Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment, Lang Lei directly cremated their corpses...

Only after dispersing the black smoke and clearing away the surrounding scent of blood did Lang Lei pick Griseo up again.

Feeling herself being held in a warm embrace once more, Griseo opened her eyes.

"Is it over?"

"Mm, it's over. Big brother chased all the bad guys away~"

He had thought Griseo would praise him, but instead she tilted her head and pointed in a direction.

"But there's still a strange uncle over there who's been following us?"

Lang Lei frowned and looked in the direction Griseo indicated.

He had sensed the Soul Saints, Soul Emperors, and Soul Kings from before to some extent, but this last person Griseo spoke of...

He had not sensed him at all.

Only a Soul Douluo skilled in concealment, or a Titled Douluo, could accomplish that.

"That little girl really does have a talent for seeing things, huh?"

A deep, resonant voice rang out. Then, a bearded, heavily muscled man in a gray robe emerged from the woods.

Lang Lei recognized him at first sight.

The man's appearance was simply too distinctive...

Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

He was also the youngest man thus far to reach the rank of Titled Douluo.

Though Lang Lei would soon break that record.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be Clear Sky Douluo, His Excellency Haotian?" Lang Lei had already guessed the man's intentions, but before he exposed them, he still needed to put on a show of politeness in front of Griseo.

"You know me?"

"Who on Douluo Continent does not know His Excellency Haotian's great name?" Lang Lei replied. Whether those words were praise or mockery, however, was impossible to tell.

"Forget it. The reason isn't important."

"Because you want to attack us?" Lang Lei sneered.

"That's right. Your appearance threatens Xiaosan's future," Tang Hao said in a muffled voice.

"Heh, if you're greedy, just admit you're greedy. Why make so many excuses?" Lang Lei shot back. "Besides, that reason isn't exactly honorable."

"Hmph, what a sharp tongue!" Tang Hao admitted that Lang Lei had struck a nerve. This was indeed one of the reasons he had acted. After all, since the other party possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, then by common sense, he must also have a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!

On top of that, he had Twin Martial Souls and had cultivated to this point without dying. He definitely had some secret! If Tang Hao could obtain it, it would most likely help his son Tang San solve the conflict between his martial souls.

He had tested him for a long time. There was no powerful expert protecting him. If he did not seize the chance now, then when would he?

"Hehe... It seems Clear Sky Douluo has me all figured out~" Lang Lei suddenly said.

"Let me guess... That isn't the only reason, is it?" Lang Lei revealed a meaningful smile. "Are you also afraid that I'll expose Xiao Wu's identity as a Hundred Thousand Year Beast Transformation? Or that I might covet her myself?"

Tang Hao fell silent. Once again, Lang Lei had hit the mark.

After all, the talent of the little girl in his arms was even more terrifying than that of his younger sister, Tang Yuehua...

"Then aren't you afraid that if you fail to kill us this time and we escape instead, we'll spread that news out of anger?"

"You won't have that chance!" Tang Hao said sternly. Although Lang Lei had displayed formidable combat strength, Tang Hao believed that after being drained by two rounds of battle, Lang Lei could not possibly escape from him.

He, Tang Hao, was a Titled Douluo! One of the famous and powerful ones on Douluo Continent!

What could this brat, who looked no older than eleven or twelve, and the ordinary little girl in his arms possibly use to escape?

He had this in the bag!

In his view, the time, place, and circumstances were all in his favor today. There was absolutely no reason for him to lose!

"Heh~"