Zhao Wuji Uses Tang Hao to Threaten Them? Meng Shu: Poison Douluo, Your Excellency Has Already Come Looking for Us!

"You've gone too far!"

Oscar's face flushed purple, and humiliation made his whole body tremble.

"I'm a food-type support Soul Master. I'm not suited for combat in the first place!"

"Yiran, don't be rude."

Though Chao Tianxiang rebuked her granddaughter, her eyes were just as full of contempt.

"Since he's a support type, then of course he can't fight.

Zhao Wuji, this is because your people are useless. Don't blame this old woman."

"I'll fight in his place!"

Tang San stepped forward and stood in front of Oscar.

"I'm a level twenty-nine Control-Type Battle Spirit Master.

I'll take Oscar's place in the match.

If I win, the Spirit Beast is ours.

If I lose, we'll leave immediately!"

Meng Yiran's gaze fell on Tang San's bandaged left hand, which was still seeping blood. The corner of her mouth curled in deep mockery:

"You'll take his place?

Fine!

But even your fingers are broken. I doubt you can use Hidden Weapons or Soul Skills properly, either.

If you lose miserably in a moment, don't kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"

"Who wins and who loses—we'll find out when we fight."

Tang San's eyes were icy.

In the treetops.

Listening to the conversation below, Huang Yan couldn't help letting out a soft laugh.

"Tsk, tsk. Tang San, Tang San. You're in this sorry state and you still have to play the hero.

Still, this works out nicely. A cripple fighting a cripple—now that's a fresh twist."

Huang Yan rubbed his chin and glanced toward the deeper reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest.

"But... if Meng Shu gets here now, Tang San's duel probably won't happen after all.

I just wonder where that Old Poison, Dugu Bo, has run off to. He's certainly taking his time."

As the saying went, speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao appeared.

Tang San and Meng Yiran had just taken their positions. They hadn't even begun to fight when—

An immensely powerful surge of Soul Power suddenly erupted from deep within the forest, sweeping across the clearing like a gale!

"Who dares bully my granddaughter, Meng Shu's?!"

With a thunderous shout, an old man wielding a massive Dragon-Head Cane dropped from the sky and landed steadily beside Chao Tianxiang.

It was Meng Shu!

"Grandpa!

You're finally here!"

Meng Yiran's face lit up with joy, and she hurried over to him.

Chao Tianxiang also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly told Meng Shu what had happened.

After hearing his wife's account, Meng Shu's cold gaze locked onto Zhao Wuji and the others.

He made no effort to hide his contempt and let out a cold laugh:

"Zhao Wuji, even when you were at the height of your strength, I never took you seriously.

Now you've lost an arm, and you're leading this bunch of cripples, all missing limbs, yet you still dare to steal my granddaughter's Spirit Ring?"

The formidable pressure of Meng Shu's Soul Douluo forced Zhao Wuji to stagger back two steps. Cold sweat poured down his face, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"While I still have no desire to go on a killing spree,"

Meng Shu slammed his Dragon-Head Cane against the ground.

"Take your crippled students and get out of here. Now!"

"Senior!"

Tang San refused to back down. He took a step forward against the pressure, staring at Meng Shu with bloodshot eyes.

"There are rules for everything!

We already agreed with Senior Serpent Granny to decide who gets the Spirit Beast through a duel!

The duel hasn't even started yet. As a respected senior, are you really going to bully us with your strength?"

"A duel?"

Meng Shu looked as though he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

He looked Tang San up and down, his gaze finally stopping on Tang San's bandaged left hand, which was still seeping blood.

The corner of Meng Shu's mouth curled in undisguised mockery:

"Kid, what are you supposed to be? You think you're worthy of talking about rules with my granddaughter?"

Meng Shu snorted, his tone full of disdain:

"Take a good look at yourself. You're half-dead, and even your fingers are broken. You're nothing but a cripple who can't even hold a Hidden Weapon steady!

Even if I took pity on you and let you duel, do you think a cripple like you could beat Yiran?

Get out of here. Stop making a fool of yourself!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing like a bull.

He clenched his teeth, his fists balled so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Yet under Meng Shu's overwhelming Soul Douluo pressure, he could only seethe in silence.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were also deathly pale, their heads lowered in humiliation.

Only Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the group, watching coldly.

They had already decided to leave Shrek.

Seeing Shrek humiliated like this stirred nothing in them. They couldn't have cared less.

Zhao Wuji saw Tang San's face as he endured the humiliation, and his heart gave a sudden lurch.

A terrifying figure wielding a giant hammer flashed through his mind.

Tang San... He was the son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San's bandaged, broken fingers. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and a wave of dread washed over him.

This was bad!

Tang San had had his fingers severed right under Zhao Wuji's nose and had been reduced to this crippled state.

If Tang Hao, that murderous god who fiercely protected his son, found out, would Zhao Wuji get away with it?

He might not even keep his other hand!

Thinking this, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and stepped forward, forcing himself to speak respectfully:

"Senior Dragon Duke!

There are a few extremely important things I'd like to discuss with you privately. Could I have a word with you?"

Meng Shu furrowed his brows and scoffed:

"What could a one-armed cripple like you possibly have to discuss with me?"

But seeing how grave Zhao Wuji looked, and even a little frightened, Meng Shu snorted:

"Fine. I'll see what kind of trick you're trying to pull.

Come over here!"

The two walked to a tree ten-odd meters away.

Impatiently, Meng Shu tapped his cane against the ground:

"Spit it out!

I don't have time to waste on you!"

Zhao Wuji swallowed and lowered his voice, the words carrying deep apprehension:

"Senior, we can give up the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

But that boy you just humiliated in every possible way, Tang San...

Do you know who he is?"

"A cripple with broken fingers. Who else would he be?"

Meng Shu's face was full of disdain.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and said each word carefully:

"He's the biological son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!"

Meng Shu's pupils contracted sharply, and a flash of alarm appeared in his eyes.

But it lasted only an instant before he forced down his shock.

"The son of Clear Sky Douluo?"

Meng Shu snorted, his expression quickly returning to indifference, even tinged with mockery.

"So what?"

"So what?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. He stared at Meng Shu as if he were looking at a madman, urgently lowering his voice:

"Senior, don't tell me you don't know what Clear Sky Douluo is capable of.

He's a killing god who dared to smash the Spirit Hall Pope to death with a single hammer!

You've humiliated his son like this today. If he finds out—

Forget about the Spirit Beast. Your entire Peerless Dragon and Serpent family won't escape unscathed!"

"Shut up!"

Meng Shu sneered again and again, his eyes full of contempt.

"Zhao Wuji, don't try to use Tang Hao to pressure me!"

Meng Shu raised his chin slightly, his expression proud:

"I'll tell you the truth. Before my wife and I brought Yiran to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Spirit Beasts, His Excellency Poison Douluo had already come looking for us."