Tang San's hair stood on end.
He smelled death in the air.
He was certain that the powerhouses here were already considering making a move against him. All they lacked was a single command from Bibi Dong.
But at that moment, Tang Hao stepped forward.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
"Tang Hao!"
Even though Tang Hao had not removed his bamboo hat or mask, every Titled Douluo present recognized him.
And this also confirmed Tang San's identity.
An indescribable hatred rose in Qian Renxue's heart.
Ever since she was young, she had fantasized about it—fantasized that her father had not died, that perhaps she would have lived far better than she did now. At the very least, she would have had a father who cherished her.
Unfortunately, it was all nothing but fantasy. Her birth had doomed her to misery, and in Qian Renxue's eyes, Tang Hao was the true culprit behind it all.
"Do not believe him. He is trying to divide us. He wants humanity to turn on itself so he can reap the benefits."
Tang Hao said in a deep voice, "Think about it. If we start fighting here, even if you win, you will surely expend a great deal of Soul Power. If he suddenly attacks afterward, how will we deal with him?"
The crowd immediately calmed down considerably.
Since ancient times, when the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman profited.
No one wanted to be the snipe or the clam.
Tang Hao continued, "Right now, we should join forces against the Alien Race. We can discuss everything else after we kill them."
The Titled Douluos could not help but hesitate.
They truly did not want to fight Bai Yuan to the death.
After all,