"Your Excellency Bishop, look over there!"
At that moment, a Red Bishop of Martial Soul Hall had just reached the mountaintop when someone behind him suddenly pointed toward the village below.
It was not a river of blood, but corpses littered the ground. Most of their heads were twisted into inhuman shapes, while only a few had bloody holes in their chests, as though a butcher weary of killing had casually smashed them open with his fists.
"Still too late..."
Seeing this, the Red Bishop frowned, his gaze sharpening.
"No. We were only one step too slow."
As he spoke, the Red Bishop quickly led the Martial Soul Hall personnel behind him down the hill, blocking the village entrance and surrounding Tang Hao.
Tang Hao clenched his fists, a trace of murderous intent involuntarily surfacing in his eyes.
He really wanted to kill someone right now—to slaughter every one of these clueless fools before him!
But in the end, he lowered his hands.
For the Clear Sky Sect.
"If you don't want to die, get lost!"
His deep voice rang out.
"Who exactly are you?"
The Red Bishop took a slight step forward to face Tang Hao, summoning his martial soul into his hand. Seven Soul Rings rose beneath him, signifying his Soul Saint cultivation.
"I can't even discern your exact realm. You shouldn't be an unknown nobody."
"You won't leave?"
However, Tang Hao had no intention of answering. He merely leaned forward slightly.
As a Titled Douluo, he could naturally walk through the air. But unless necessary, he did not wish to expose his Titled Douluo cultivation.
Yet this unkillable Soul Saint before him was so annoyingly persistent that he had no choice but to reveal it. In any case, his Rakshasa's Third Trial had already been completed. Unless