That was where Lan Minghua's confidence came from. He didn't take a mere Tang Hao seriously.
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In an instant, an immense surge of power erupted inside Lan Minghua, rampaging through him like a burst dam.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to change before his eyes.
Before, he hadn't been able to clearly sense Tang Hao's movements. Now, they seemed slow and distinct.
Tang Hao, charging forward, felt a sudden pang of dread, but with the arrow already nocked, he had no choice but to release it.
He stormed into the room and threw a punch, aiming to smash Lan Minghua's head.
The wind roared around his fist. The air in the room was sucked away in an instant, leaving everyone breathless.
Yet Lan Minghua merely raised a hand and caught Tang Hao's fist.
Boom!
A thunderous crash rang out as the wooden wall behind Lan Minghua shattered under the force of the punch.
Lan Minghua's hair whipped wildly and his clothes fluttered, but he didn't retreat a single inch.
"How is this possible? He actually blocked my full-power strike!"
Tang Hao's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.
His mouth hung open in shock, as if he'd witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.
Zhao Wuji and Flender, who couldn't hold their liquor, sensed the commotion. They immediately used their Soul Power to dispel their drunkenness and stood up.
"What happened?!"
The two looked over and saw Lan Minghua confronting a mysterious black-robed man.
Zhao Wuji was furious. His Soul Power surged, and seven Soul Rings appeared.
"You dare lay a hand on someone from Shrek? You're asking to die!"
But just as he was about to charge forward and attack the black-robed man, a sudden change occurred.
Terrifying Soul Power seemed ready to burst through the room as nine Soul Rings appeared: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.
"A T-Titled Douluo?!"
Cold sweat instantly poured down Zhao Wuji's forehead, and his body stiffened in place.
Flender pushed up his glasses and studied the outline of the face beneath the black hood. He seemed to realize something.
Rather than step forward, he backed away and chose not to get involved.
Lan Minghua noticed Flender's movement, and a trace of disdain touched his lips.
Zhao Wuji hadn't backed away. Lan Minghua wasn't sure whether he was too frightened to move or wanted to step in and help.
Either way, he was better than Flender—at least in Lan Minghua's eyes.
After all, the man had treated him to drinks and promised to help him get through this crisis.
So Lan Minghua couldn't let Zhao Wuji get hurt, either.
"Old Zhao, you'd better go back. You can't help in a fight at this level."
With a casual wave, Lan Minghua sent Zhao Wuji out of the room, then turned to look mockingly at Tang Hao, who was struggling to pull his fist free.
"Out here in the middle of the night, sneaking around instead of sleeping. You wouldn't happen to be a wanted criminal, would you? After all, only desperate men behave like this."
At the words "wanted criminal," Tang Hao's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot rage, and killing intent burst from him.
"You're going to die!"
Driven by this frenzied killing intent, his other arm suddenly swung into action. Wrapped in a rushing gale, it slammed toward Lan Minghua's head like a cannonball.
The wind shrieked around his fist. The room's air was torn apart by the savage force, making a hissing sound.
Lan Minghua had already anticipated the move. The instant Tang Hao threw his punch, Lan Minghua's gaze sharpened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
His right leg struck first, like a swift spear, sweeping upward with a rush of wind and kicking Tang Hao squarely in the jaw.
The kick carried immense force. A sharp crack seemed to ring through the air.
At such close range, Tang Hao had no time to defend himself.
Crack!
In an instant, his jaw shattered under the kick. His teeth flew from his mouth along with a spray of blood.
Lan Minghua hadn't kicked his head apart, so he wouldn't get blood all over himself.
He released Tang Hao's fist and kicked again, putting even more force behind it.
Tang Hao's body shot away like a cannonball fired from a massive gun, crashing straight through the house and hurtling uncontrollably into the sky.
With a deafening crash, the house was struck with such force that it seemed made of paper. A huge hole burst through the roof.
Lan Minghua had no intention of letting Tang Hao go. Golden Light blazed around him, and he shot straight up into the air.
In an instant, splinters flew everywhere. A wild gust swept through the already teetering house, bringing it crashing down.
Flender stood dumbfounded. He'd never imagined Lan Minghua was so powerful.
That man hadn't been a match for him, either.
Did that mean Lan Minghua was at least a Titled Douluo?!
Zhao Wuji witnessed the astonishing scene, his eyes widening until they seemed ready to pop out of their sockets.
His jaw slowly dropped, as though some invisible force were pulling it down.
His mouth gaped into an exaggerated O, wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.
He stood rooted to the spot, his mind completely blank.
Lan Minghua had actually sent a Titled Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring flying!
And it wasn't over. Lan Minghua rose like the morning sun, and the dimly lit Suotuo City suddenly shone as bright as day.
Tang Hao had no time to cry out in pain. The pressure he felt from Lan Minghua was even more terrifying than Qian Daoliu's.
Divine Slaughter's Domain!
Clear Sky True Body!
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—Explode Ring!
To stay alive, Tang Hao even blew up his wife's Soul Ring.
In an instant, golden and red beams of light clashed in the sky, one above the other.
Heaven and earth changed. Gales sprang up, and the sleeping people of Shrek all woke.
They rushed outside their dorms, their faces blanching as they stared at the strange spectacle in the sky.
When Tang San saw the Crimson Dharma Idol, his pupils contracted to pinpricks.
That was his father!
Xiao Wu, who had taken human form from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, felt the world-shaking Soul Power and trembled in fear, crouching on the ground with her hands over her ears.
Lan Minghua had expected Tang Hao to lash out in desperation, but he hadn't expected him to be willing to blow up a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
Tang Hao radiated fury, his eyes blazing as he exuded a chilling majesty.
The Crimson Dharma Idol raised the Clear Sky Hammer in its hand. The hammer grew at an astonishing speed.
Even the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this immense power.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao controlled the Dharma Form and brought the Clear Sky Hammer crashing down.
The Clear Sky Hammer tore through the sky with a shrill roar, as if it would crush everything beneath it.
Yet even such terrifying might failed to stir the slightest ripple in Lan Minghua's eyes.
He shaped his right hand into a claw, and Golden Light rippled around it.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
Golden Light gathered over Lan Minghua's arm, turning into golden dragon scales. His arm looked just like the limb of a real dragon.
With a single claw, he met the gigantic Crimson Dharma Idol head-on, without any flourish.
Compared with Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer, Lan Minghua looked like a speck of dust.
But when they collided, Golden Light blazed all around Lan Minghua, carrying the mighty force of a great river flowing upstream.
The crimson aura of Tang Hao's Divine Slaughter's Domain dissolved like snow before the Golden Light, as though it had met its natural enemy.
Lan Minghua's lips curled slightly. He tightened his Dragon Claw Hand, and with a crack, effortlessly sank his claws into the Great Sumeru Hammer.
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