Zhao Wuji suddenly stopped ahead and shouted gruffly:
"Come out! I know you're here! I've been holding in a bellyful of anger since daytime and was just worrying about where to vent it!"
"Oh? Perfect. I'll help you vent it, then!"
Tang Hao's deep voice rang out from the darkness. At the same time, rings of spirit rings emerged beneath his feet.
When the first six spirit rings appeared, Zhao Wuji still wore a disdainful expression.
But the moment the seventh spirit ring emerged, Zhao Wuji's expression turned grave.
By the time the eighth spirit ring appeared, Zhao Wuji's face had become utterly ghastly.
And when the scarlet ninth spirit ring representing one hundred thousand years lit up, the last trace of color drained from Zhao Wuji's face.
"T-Titled Douluo..."
He forced out those words and watched helplessly as Tang Hao approached step by step.
The other man's footsteps were heavy, as though every step landed precisely on Zhao Wuji's heart.
Compared to Xiao Wu kicking him in the kidneys, the suffocating pressure brought by this invisible force was far more despairing.
Especially the enormous warhammer in Tang Hao's hand, radiating a terrifying aura—it made him feel that his defenses would become nothing more than a pile of broken bricks and shattered tiles before it.
Suddenly, Tang Hao stopped and looked toward the pitch-black night sky. "Since you're here, come out. What difference does one make from two?"
Flender sighed helplessly in the air. He truly did not want to face this man. But when his brother was in trouble, how could he simply stand by and watch?
He swiftly descended and gave Tang Hao a deep bow. "Greetings, Clear Sky Majesty!"
Zhao Wuji had also completely figured out the other man's identity by now and hurriedly followed suit.
Pride