"Damn it, Spirit Hall again! Those bastards just won't go away!"
Tang Hao's expression instantly turned extremely grim,
His brows furrowed tightly, and a flicker of annoyance and vigilance flashed through his eyes.
He truly hadn't expected Spirit Hall's pursuers to pinpoint his location so accurately again—and to arrive this quickly!
Even more troublesome, it was those two old enemies, Chrysanthemum and Ghost.
A pair with flawless coordination, an exceptionally troublesome combination.
He knew Yue Guan's gratingly affected tone and Gui Mei's elusive methods better than anyone.
Just what he feared most!
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were practically his destined nemeses.
After all these years, they still clung to me like a stubborn plaster I can't shake off.
Tang Hao cursed inwardly as he swiftly assessed the situation before him.
The old injuries in his body had never fully healed, leaving him restrained whenever he fought.
If he faced either one of them alone, he naturally feared neither and was even confident he could defeat them.
But the problem was that these two had never fought with any sense of honor.
They were always pulling that disgusting move, the "Polar Static Domain."
That was a Martial Soul Fusion Skill capable of temporarily freezing space. It was troublesome as hell!
He could naturally break it, but that would aggravate his old injuries. It wasn't worth the cost.
The wisest choice right now was definitely not to meet them head-on.
"Tang Hao, I advise you not to waste your strength struggling."
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's hoarse, low voice rang out, as though it had drifted up from the Nine Netherworld, carrying a chilling coldness.
The black mist around him slowly surged, locking down every possible direction Tang Hao could move.
"His Holiness the Pope has long issued a strict order. This time,