Siege

"Tang Hao!"

Bibi Dong's voice squeezed through her teeth, her elegant and noble face twisted with venomous hatred.

Her golden martial soul burned fiercely behind her, and her nine soul rings hummed incessantly, yet her aura retreated step by step in the face of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's soul ring configuration was identical to Bibi Dong's.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

Nine soul rings swirled around him, and the ten-thousand-year red soul ring in particular radiated a pressure even more violent than the one belonging to Bibi Dong.

His hair and beard stood on end, and while his crippled left arm and right leg swayed slightly in the air, he stood there like a god of slaughter who had walked out of an ancient battlefield.

The Clear Sky Hammer was gripped in his hand.

The hammer was pitch black, its surface covered in a dense, web-like pattern of red veins, each one slowly writhing.

A terrifying, suffocating aura of destruction emanated from the hammer, causing the air in the great hall to vibrate with a sharp, piercing hum. Fine cracks began to appear on the surface of the stone pillars near Tang Hao.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei exchanged a glance, reaching a decision almost simultaneously.

Retreat.

Although the Golden Iron Triangle of Flender and his companions were troublesome, they were ultimately just small fry.

But Tang Hao was different; this Clear Sky Douluo was truly willing to risk his life, and when he did, he was capable of dragging others down with him.

The two Title Douluos flickered, abandoning Flender and the others to retreat to Bibi Dong's side, assuming a defensive stance.

Tang San stood in the center of the crowd, watching this scene clearly.

His fists clenched tightly inside his sleeves, his nails digging into his palms until they almost drew blood.

Damn it!

How could Tang Hao alone exert such immense pressure on Martial Soul Hall?

These two arrogant old monsters, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, were so wary of him that they didn't even bother dealing with the Golden Iron Triangle.

If he was this strong, why wouldn't he help me?

Tang San's chest felt as if it were filled with boiling magma; the unwillingness and resentment threatened to burn through his sanity.

Why did Tang Hao deserve a ten-thousand-year soul ring? Why did this man ignore him usually, only to come and ruin his plans today?

Do I not deserve a ten-thousand-year soul ring!

Tang San's teeth chattered, but he could not let a single trace of this show on his face.

As everyone looked toward the Shrek group, he maintained the appearance of a filial son, eyes red with a mix of surprise and emotion. He even stepped in front of Xiao Wu, assuming a protective posture.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry," he said, turning his head with a gentle and firm voice. "My father is here. With him, he will definitely be able to lead us all out safely."

Xiao Wu looked at his pale profile and the back he presented to shield her; her eyes grew warm and her lips trembled, but she could not speak.

She did not notice that while Tang San turned his head, his gaze remained locked firmly on the depths of Martial Soul Hall.

His heart was screaming frantically.

Martial Soul Hall! Give me something more! A massive organization like Martial Soul Hall, passed down for so many years, surely you don't only have these few Title Douluos? Where are your elders? Where are those hidden old monsters? Come out, all of you!

As if hearing his inner plea, Bibi Dong suddenly threw her head back and let out a sharp shriek.

The sound was piercing to the extreme, like an invisible steel needle piercing through the dome of the great hall and into the forbidden grounds deep within Martial Soul Hall.

The shriek contained an incredibly domineering fluctuation of soul power, causing the candles throughout the hall to flicker in unison, nearly extinguishing.

Then, a response came from the depths of Martial Soul Hall.

Four shrieks erupted almost at the same moment, each containing a fluctuation of soul power no weaker than that of Chrysanthemum Douluo.

The sounds rose and fell, rolling in from the depths of Martial Soul Hall like a gathering storm.

Title Douluos!

Four Title Douluos!

Tang San lowered his head abruptly, hiding the irrepressible joy at the corner of his mouth.

His soul ring was saved!

Tang Hao alone could never retreat unscathed under the siege of seven Title Douluos.

Once the situation turned chaotic, Xiao Wu would inevitably fall into a desperate situation.

As long as she was in danger, his plan could proceed!

Tang Hao, aren't you powerful? Don't you have a ten-thousand-year soul ring? Then hold off seven Title Douluos for me!

A flash of cold light crossed Tang San's eyes.

Tang Hao, however, took a step forward.

Facing the terrifying aura emitted by the seven Title Douluos simultaneously, the Clear Sky Douluo did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he advanced once more.

The red veins on the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly lit up, like a ignited spider web, radiating a heat so intense it was suffocating.

He held his head high, his battered body standing ramrod straight, his voice booming like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

"Tang San, watch closely! This is..."

Before he could finish, a violent spatial fluctuation suddenly erupted between heaven and earth.

The disturbance came without warning, as if an invisible blade had sliced a gash through the void.

The space within the entire great hall twisted and deformed in an instant; the glazed tiles on the dome shattered into countless cracks without cause, and visible ripples appeared in the air, spreading wildly from the center of the hall in all directions.

The Avatar of the Martial Soul that Tang Hao was about to unleash was forcibly interrupted by this spatial fluctuation.

All seven Titled Douluo experienced a momentary lag at the same time.

That spatial power was too bizarre; it did not resemble any ability known to Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong, Tang Hao, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the four elders who had just appeared—everyone's movements seemed to have been hit with a pause button, frozen for a single breath.

If the Titled Douluo were like this, it went without saying for the others.

The soul masters in the viewing gallery swayed like reeds in a gale, many being knocked directly from their seats to the ground.

Flender and Liu Erlong both dropped to one knee to steady themselves, while Dai Mubai grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm to keep her from falling.

Yet, amidst this chaos, Tang San's eyes lit up.

An opportunity!

Without a moment's hesitation, he circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, his right hand hidden in his sleeve as he once again formed that technique.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

A wisp of invisible force shot from his fingertips, striking with hair-raising precision the Lovesick Heartbreak Red that had just been recovered and tucked into Xiao Wu's lapel.

In the chaos, no one noticed this imperceptible dark force.

The Lovesick Heartbreak Red fell to the ground once more.

The suppression that this immortal treasure had exerted over the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast aura on Xiao Wu vanished completely in that instant.

The breath of a soul beast, the aura of a soul beast, and every life characteristic belonging to the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Charm Rabbit were released without reservation into the great hall of Martial Soul Hall, right into the perception of the seven Titled Douluo.

The four elders who had just arrived from the depths of Martial Soul Hall had their gazes drawn over at the exact same moment, locking firmly onto Xiao Wu.