Battle of the Four Douluo

Splash~

The sound of liquid medicine flowing rang out. Ye Xilan's face lit up with joy, and just as she was about to turn around, a large hand pressed down on her shoulder.

"Don't look."

Ye Xilan froze.

Tang Hao's large hand firmly held Ye Xilan in place. Then, with a swish, clothes were draped over him, his gaze cold.

With another splash, clad in a gray robe, Tang Hao slowly stepped past Ye Xilan.

Seeing this, Ye Xilan suddenly came back to her senses and was just about to speak about Spirit Hall.

Bang! The door flew open.

A Black Clothed Soul Saint stood there, his long staff Martial Soul hard and sturdy, seven Soul Rings slowly glowing around it.

Face-to-face with Tang Hao, the Black Clothed Soul Saint froze.

Tang Hao smiled, his smile gentle.

But with a boom, the Black Clothed Soul Saint's expression changed drastically. He twisted sharply, the Soul Rings around his long staff Martial Soul flaring as he enlarged it at astonishing speed!

Seventh Soul Skill, Weapon Soul True Body!

Then he viciously smashed it toward Tang Hao!

Bang!

The enormous long staff Martial Soul punched through the wooden house's roof, its light piercing the curtain of rain as the azure dragon patterns upon it roared!

The surrounding rainwater exploded outward from the impact.

But!

Inside the wooden house, the Black Clothed Soul Saint struggled with a hoarse gurgle as a strong hand tightly locked around his throat.

Crack!

Tang Hao calmly finished off the Black Clothed Soul Saint.

As early as a month ago, even while severely injured, he had been able to defeat a Soul Saint barehanded.

Now that his injuries had healed, and his strength had even risen further, dealing with a Soul Saint was naturally even easier.

It was just a pity that he had fallen slightly short.

He had nearly absorbed all the medicinal effects of the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid and advanced to a level ninety-six Super Douluo.

With a rumble, torrential rain poured down as Tang Hao took a step and appeared outside the wooden building.

His gray robe billowed as the Clear Sky Hammer pointed diagonally at the ground.

Standing there, Tang Hao looked at the chaotic scene around him and narrowed his eyes.

Spirit Hall.

"Tang Hao!"

On the lake, Chrysanthemum Douluo saw that Tang Hao had finally appeared. His muscles instinctively tensed as he shouted coldly.

Tang Hao?!

Spirit Kite Douluo, standing atop Begonia Pavilion's roof, lowered her arms from across her chest. Her expression became solemn, Soul Rings faintly appearing around her.

Tang Hao?

The people of Begonia Pavilion on Lake Heart Island looked confused. Who was that?

The strongest among them were only Soul Ancestors. They knew nothing of Tang Hao's killing of Spirit Hall's Pope twelve years ago.

Yet the Black Clothed Soul Saints who had been slaughtering them all changed expression. With a swish, they all released their Soul Rings and Martial Souls, their bodies tensed as they warily stared at the figure before the wooden building on Lake Heart Island!

Tang Hao!

The chaotic situation all around seemed to hit pause at the cry of "Tang Hao."

Other than the rain still pelting the earth in endless splashes, only a single gray-robed figure remained upon this great lake.

Drawing everyone's attention.

Watching this scene, Tang Hao chuckled inwardly.

Memories alone always felt shallow. Only by truly standing here and seeing the reactions of those around him could he understand just how famous he was in this world.

And how intimidating.

But since they had dared to gather people and surround this place, disturbing where he had been recovering.

It meant that his deterrence still was not enough.

Tang Hao smiled faintly, but his eyes were icy as he looked at the two Titled Douluo in the sky.

"A chrysanthemum? A little bird?"

"Did that old man from Spirit Hall send only the two of you here to die?"

His voice rumbled across the lake. Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression instantly turned cold.

Spirit Kite Douluo's face also darkened. With a wave of her hand, an enormous Fire Spirit Kite emerged behind her, radiating scorching heat.

Titled Douluo.

Two Titled Douluo!

Those on Lake Heart Island who had still harbored the will to resist now looked utterly despairing as immense pressure descended from the sky.

With a snap, it crushed them until they dropped their weapons to the ground.

Against Soul Saints, they might still have found the urge to roar and resist.

But after the appearance of Titled Douluo, they no longer had the slightest will to resist.

On the continent, once a Title appeared, all Douluo were invincible.

This was an absolute truth etched into the hearts of every Soul Master on Douluo Continent. No one dared hope for luck.

But they were merely two Titled Douluo who had not even reached level ninety-five.

If he had still been severely injured, he would have needed to treat them seriously.

But now—

One Soul Ring after another slowly rose beneath Tang Hao's feet. Their ascent was not fast.

Yet with the appearance of every Soul Ring, Tang Hao, standing there, became increasingly imposing.

The air twisted as his vast, heavy aura instead forced down the two pressures emanating from Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Red!

A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring!

The vivid red stood out especially sharply in the downpour. Tang Hao stepped forward, and just as his aura surged upward—

Four blood-red skeletal stone gates suddenly erupted from the ground with a thunderous rumble, completely surrounding Tang Hao!

Second Soul Skill, Ghost Gate Pass!

A dry voice rang out coldly through the rain. Tang Hao frowned as dozens of chains clattered out from the blood-red skeletal stone gates and seized toward his body.

There was another Titled Douluo?!

The rising aura around Tang Hao abruptly condensed, snapping those black chains apart.

His Clear Sky Hammer suddenly swelled in size and smashed fiercely into the four blood-red skeletal stone gates surrounding him!

Bang!

The immense impact made the stone gates rumble and tremble, as if the very ground were about to be overturned.

But to Tang Hao's surprise, even though the surrounding earth was nearly torn apart, the four stone gates remained standing.

"A rule-based skill? It can't be broken from inside?"

Tang Hao's expression hardened as he swiftly recalled similar Soul Skill effects from his memories.

Rule-based Soul Skills were the most troublesome. If one could not find the way to break them, they could slowly torment someone to death.

Such Soul Skill effects were powerful, but their limitations were also great.

Thinking of the black chains he had easily snapped apart earlier, Tang Hao narrowed his eyes. His figure flashed as he charged beyond the range of the stone gates!

With a swish, that dry, cold figure suddenly appeared again, blocking Tang Hao's path.

Sixth Soul Skill, Chimei Wangliang.

His figure blurred instantly as more than a dozen clones shot out from his body, Soul Power surging as they charged violently toward Tang Hao.

Boom!

The dozen or so clones suddenly exploded, their violent force scattering the medicinal herbs planted across the ground.

The wooden house creaked and cracked before the explosive shockwave blasted it apart.

But—

Ghost Douluo, who had caused such devastation, changed expression. His figure blurred as he swiftly retreated from where he stood.

Bang!

The enormous Clear Sky Hammer was like a heaven-supporting warhammer, violently smashing those exploding clones back with even greater explosive force!

The earth cracked open with thunderous rumbles, and the lake's surface shook.

Tang Hao appeared unharmed where Ghost Douluo had vanished, his cold gaze instantly catching Ghost Douluo, who had retreated several hundred meters away.

"A speed-attack Titled Douluo?"