The wind came from the north, and the gods scattered.
The four split into two pairs and faced off on either side of the official road.
"Great-Grandfather, there's something strange about these two." Tang San finally became truly serious.
He had thought that becoming a Titled Douluo would let him avenge himself. Why did this feel harder and harder to fight?
Could it be that even Titled Douluo who had undergone Divine Trials could not defeat him?
They were Titled Douluo, and Titled Douluo above level ninety-five at that. The advantage should have been on their side!
Tang San did not understand why everyone was talking about Zhou Qiubai's battle against eight hundred elite soldiers, as though Douluo Continent was fated to bring him nothing but doom.
Twenty years ago, he had leaped from Ghost Sorrow Cliff and begun his second life.
He had thought Heaven was smiling upon him.
Wherever Tang San went, everyone called him a genius.
He had truly possessed every advantage. That realm of vigorous vitality, of all things bursting forth, still seemed vivid before his eyes.
Yet in only twenty short years, had this place changed so completely into Tang San's burial ground?
Tang Chen gave a quiet grunt and said nothing more.
Of course he knew something was strange. These two Soul Douluo had fought for so long without panting or flushing, and they had barely expended any Soul Power.
"Brat, what kind of technique is this?"
Zhou Qiubai held the White Clothes Sword horizontally before him.
"Take a guess."
Tang Chen's expression darkened further.
Tang San said from the side, "Great-Grandfather, don't waste words with him. Let's join forces."
Tang Chen nodded. The two rose into the air at the same time, Tang San in front and Tang Chen behind.
The Clear Sky