A Lion? You Dare Harm My Son!

Lion Douluo crouched down to look at Xiao Wu from up close.

A pink dress, a long scorpion-braid, and large eyes.

She was certainly pretty.

But in his eyes, this was not a young girl; she was a 100,000-year spirit ring and a 100,000-year spirit bone.

"A 100,000-year spirit beast in human form," Lion Douluo said with a mocking tone.

"You certainly have guts."

Xiao Wu's lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She wanted to say something, but her throat felt as if it were being throttled, unable to produce a sound.

She had seen Title Douluo before.

In the Star Dou Forest, she had seen them from afar.

But that was from dozens of yards away, and she had her mother, Daming, and Erming by her side.

Now, a Title Douluo was crouching right in front of her, close enough to touch her with a reach of his hand.

That sense of oppression felt as if the sky were collapsing.

Xiao Wu gave up on resisting.

There was no escaping.

Forget escaping; she couldn't even move.

Lion Douluo was very satisfied with her reaction.

Fear, despair, surrender.

This was exactly how prey should behave.

He reached out, grabbed Xiao Wu by the back of her collar, and hoisted her up like a rabbit.

Xiao Wu's body dangled in mid-air, and her tears finally fell, hitting the ground one by one.

"Stop!"

Tang San's voice came from behind.

Lion Douluo paused and glanced back.

The boy in blue climbed up from the ground, covered in dirt and grass, but his gaze was firm.

"Let Xiao Wu go!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was enunciated clearly.

Lion Douluo raised an eyebrow.

This brat, how arrogant!

Hearing Tang San's voice, Xiao Wu snapped back to reality.

She struggled to turn her head and saw Tang San standing there, his entire body trembling.

His eyes were filled with rage.

A twelve-year-old boy, facing a Title Douluo without a shred of cowardice.

Xiao Wu's tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Xiao San... leave quickly..."

Her voice was tiny, so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Don't worry about me... just go..."

Tang San did not leave.

He took a step forward.

Lion Douluo watched him, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes.

"Brat, do you know what she is?"

Tang San gritted his teeth.

"No matter what she is, she is my sister."

"Sister?" Lion Douluo laughed.

"Brat, do you even know that this girl is a 100,000-year spirit beast in human form? Her age is thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of times yours, and you call her your sister?"

Tang San's pupils constricted.

A 100,000-year spirit beast.

He knew about 100,000-year spirit beasts taking human form; he had read about it in books.

His teacher had mentioned it too.

But he had never imagined that Xiao Wu could be a spirit beast.

The girl who followed behind him calling "Xiao San," the girl who loved eating carrots, the girl who always wanted to be the big sister...

Is she a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?

Tang San froze for a moment.

But only for a moment.

"No matter what she is," Tang San's voice was steadier than before.

"She is Xiao Wu, my little sister. Please let her go."

Lion Douluo looked at him, staring for several seconds.

Then he laughed, a loud, booming sound.

"Interesting."

He turned his head to look at the others.

The young girl in the cyan dress stood where she was; although she hadn't heard their conversation clearly, she was moved by the scene.

It was so touching.

The cat-tailed girl tilted her head as she watched it all, her expression remaining unchanged, and she hadn't heard Lion Douluo's words either.

Lion Douluo withdrew his gaze and looked back at Tang San.

"Little brat, do you know who you're talking to?"

Tang San took a deep breath.

"I know. Senior is a Title Douluo."

"And you still dare to stop me?"

"I dare."

Lion Douluo was becoming slightly irritated by this ignorant, fearless kid.

He had lived for over two hundred years; he had seen those who didn't fear death, but never anyone this reckless.

A twelve-year-old brat, not even a Soul Elder, acting so arrogant in front of a Title Douluo?

"Fine." Lion Douluo nodded and tossed Xiao Wu aside casually.

"Since you're not afraid of death, old man will grant your wish."

Xiao Wu hit the ground, but instead of running, she shouted at Tang San.

"No! Xiao San, run!"

Tang San didn't look at her, nor did he run.

His hands were behind his back, his fingers already gripping the triggers of several hidden weapons.

Sand-Shooting Shadow.

Dragon Whisker Needle.

Silent Sleeve Arrow.

Boot-Hidden Flying Knife.

He didn't know if he could injure a Title Douluo.

But how would he know without trying!

Lion Douluo cracked his knuckles and walked slowly toward Tang San.

Tang San's breathing grew heavier, his forehead covered in sweat.

Just as Lion Douluo was less than two zhang away from Tang San.

"Your Excellency!"

Zhao Wuji's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of urgency.

Lion Douluo stopped and tilted his head to glance at him.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, his expression complex.

He wanted to say something.

But as Lion Douluo's gaze swept over him, all his words became stuck in his throat.

"Do you all want to stop me too?" Lion Douluo's tone was indifferent.

Zhao Wuji shut his mouth.

Shao Xin lowered his head.

Li Yusong took a step back.

No one dared to speak.

Lion Douluo snorted coldly and turned his gaze back to Tang San.

"Little brat, any last words?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't know what to say.

As Lion Douluo stepped forward, raising his fist to deliver a lethal blow to Tang San, A massive Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky, slamming down right in front of Lion Douluo.

Lion Douluo's expression shifted, and he retreated several steps in a flash.

"Who goes there!"

Just then.

The sky suddenly turned black.

Dark clouds blotted out the sun.

Blood-red lightning surged within the clouds.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

The laughter descended from the heavens, shaking the very ground.

The laughter was wild, arrogant, and carried an irrepressible dominance and killing intent.

Hearing this voice, Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he jerked his head up.

That voice...

He was far too familiar with it.

The laughter after drinking, the humming while forging, the snoring while passed out on the threshold.

But it had never been this loud, never this powerful.

"Dad!"

Tang San shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.

The lightning in the sky grew even denser.

A figure descended from the heavens.

He walked down step by step.

Each step landed on the void, sending ripples spreading beneath his feet as if he were walking on an invisible staircase.

Spirit rings unfurled one by one.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine spirit rings.

The last one was red.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.

The figure hovered in mid-air.

He wore a tattered black robe, his hair was a mess, and his face was covered in stubble.

But those eyes were filled with dominance.

Tang Hao raised his hand slightly, and the Clear Sky Hammer returned to his grip.

Blood-red lightning crackled across the hammer, illuminating half of his face.

"Consecration Hall." Tang Hao's voice was low, like gravel grinding in his throat.

"A fine Consecration Hall indeed."