Just as they were about to make a move, a black shadow swept over. The moment it landed, it bent at the waist and bowed. "Haotian Your Excellency, if Zhao Wuji has offended you in any way, I, Flender, am willing to apologize on his behalf. And the other Your Excellency as well..."
The instant he finished speaking, Tang Hao turned around, and an invisible current of air crashed into the woods beside him.
"I won't fight someone without any fighting spirit. Don't worry—my purpose is merely the same as yours!"
A burly figure stepped out, completely unaffected by that current of air.
Yet at that moment, Tang Hao truly faced a formidable enemy.
There was no other reason: the other man's Soul Ring Configuration and the pressure he radiated were simply too powerful!
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red!
He was also a Titled Douluo!
If Xiao Tianyang had been here, he would have recognized this burly, somewhat handsome man with a long braid and scruffy mustache as Miao Zhenshan, whom he had met at Notting Academy!
Zhao Wuji felt bitter. The same purpose—didn't that mean he was here to cause trouble for him too?
"Bastard, what exactly did you do while I was gone?!"
Flender cursed inwardly. He could barely handle one of them.
But another one... Did they think his reputation was really that great?
"Who are you?"
Tang Hao's deep voice rang out.
"Miao Zhenshan!"
Miao Zhenshan showed no intention of concealing his identity.
"The current inheritor of the Body Martial Soul School!"
Flender's pupils contracted slightly. In an instant, he felt that he had landed himself in serious trouble...
He had heard of this school while traveling the continent. Its members were few, but every one of them was a battle-crazed madman—fierce