"Ye Tianyun ran into Tang San. I wonder if he'll be in danger."
"Tang San isn't anything to worry about. The main problem is Tang Hao, that old scumbag. He's a Titled Douluo, after all."
"I'm guessing Ye Tianyun will be fine. He's the one who made it to the very end, after all. We don't know how it happened, but we know how it ended."
Tang Hao happened to overhear the people around him. His face darkened instantly.
What did they mean, calling him an old scumbag?
At the same time, his expression grew grave. Ye Tianyun had ultimately made it to the end, so he must have been fine.
Tang San was brimming with confidence, too.
"This time, Ye Tianyun will definitely be beaten until he's fleeing in disarray, armor and helmet cast aside."
He himself had been severely wounded the last time.
Nearby, the Soul Saint Brothers mocked him again.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Think about it: he's from Spirit Hall, and he's got two Titled Douluos backing him up. Can your dad beat them? Don't go getting beaten yourself."
"Exactly. I can already picture it: Tang Hao getting beaten to a pulp this time. It'll be a miserable end for him."
Tang San's expression changed, too.
Spirit Hall had two Titled Douluos. They were two people, after all. Could his father beat them?
[This time, it was Ye Tianyun's moment to shine once again. All you could say was that outstanding people shone wherever they went, and Ye Tianyun was no exception.]
Everyone looked up, staring fixedly at the Live Broadcast Room's scene in the sky.
They saw Tang Hao stride up before Ye Tianyun, his domineering presence on full display.
"Ye Tianyun, your strength seems decent. Hand over everything you stole from our Clear