Zhao Wuji's Head Hit the Ground, Dying a Miserable Death! The Abyss Set! The Rain Had Stopped!

Lan's gaze settled on him, as placid as a still lake.

The Shark Blade called Wave Breaker traced a graceful arc through the air and flew lightly back into his hand.

When Lan stopped, Zhao Wuji felt a flicker of relief at having survived. But the humiliation and agony of losing an arm stirred a venomous hatred in his eyes.

"Kid, I advise you not to take this too far!"

"We have a Titled Douluo standing behind us!"

The Titled Douluo he meant was, of course, Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

With a single Clear Sky Hammer, he had killed the former Pope, Qian Xunji!

In Zhao Wuji's eyes, those four words were enough to cow any Soul Master on the continent.

Yet Lan paid him no heed.

He simply lowered his hand and let the cold rain wash the blood from the Shark Blade.

Water ran down the edge, carrying away the last streaks of crimson until the blade was blue once more, as pristine as if freshly washed.

But in Zhao Wuji's eyes, the gesture took on a different meaning.

Was he afraid?

He'd heard the name of a Titled Douluo and gotten scared after all!

Zhao Wuji's confidence returned at once. The arrogance that had just died down burst back to life like ashes fanned into flame.

He struggled to his feet, clamping one hand over his bleeding right shoulder, and forced a smile onto his face.

"What's wrong? Afraid now?"

As for forgiveness, that was out of the question.

Once Lord Tang Hao arrived, he'd tear this kid limb from limb and flay him alive. Only then would Zhao Wuji's hatred be satisfied!

As he spoke, his uninjured left hand secretly slipped into his clothes and felt for several cold, hard objects.

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