When Ning Fengzhi's angry voice reached him, Tang Hao did not dare show even the slightest anger.
Dragon Duke's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Snake Dowager's Spirit Douluo aura with the optimal Soul Ring configuration were like a basin of cold water, thoroughly extinguishing all his fury and arrogance.
When the Peerless Dragon Snake first made their names, Dragon Duke had only been a seven-ringed Soul Sage. Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was said to make Titled Douluo wary, but at most it could only make weaker Titled Douluo somewhat wary—no more than that.
Later, after Dragon Duke advanced to Spirit Douluo, their Martial Soul Fusion Skill finally caught the attention of some Titled Douluo. But it was limited to merely catching their attention. There was slightly more wariness, yet fear was entirely out of the question, and that was only against Titled Douluo below level ninety-two.
Anyone at level ninety-two would still not be wary of them to any significant degree.
As for Titled Douluo above level ninety-two, they truly did not regard them as worth noticing. Just like Tang Hao back then: even though he had been badly injured, his cultivation had been level ninety-five, and he could not even be bothered to spare them a glance. The Peerless Dragon Snake had been utterly insignificant to him, despite his severe injuries at the time.
But now, everything had changed. Both Dragon Duke and Snake Dowager had far surpassed anything he understood.
A year ago, Dragon Duke had been at most level eighty-two, and reaching level eighty-three had been difficult. Snake Dowager had been even worse, with only level sixty-nine Soul Power. Though she had been just one step away from Soul Sage, that step had not been easy to cross.
Yet now, Dragon Duke had become a Titled Douluo—and