Tang Hao placed his left hand over his chest to help regulate his breathing, but his eyes remained fixed warily on the man before him.
"Other than Chen Xin, I've never seen another sword-wielding Soul Master with such strength. Where did this sword-using Titled Douluo come from?"
Tang Hao had always secretly protected Tang San and had never strayed far from him. This time, Tang San had followed Ning Fengzhi into a teahouse, so Tang Hao had wanted to get closer and see what Ning Fengzhi had brought his son there to discuss or do.
But just as he approached, Mo Jia suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
Heaven Dou City was crowded and full of ordinary people, so Tang Hao naturally would not choose to fight here. He had originally planned to lure Mo Jia into the outskirts, defeat him quickly, and then return. Yet he had not expected Mo Jia to be a level ninety-five Titled Douluo like himself, with a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring just like his.
Tang Hao was also still burdened by old injuries. If he risked his life, he could take on several Titled Douluo head-on, but he could not afford to do that now. In his normal state, Tang Hao could at most display the strength of a level ninety-four Titled Douluo.
Mo Jia looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, tightened his grip on his sword hilt, and asked, "Are you from the Clear Sky Sect?"
Tang Hao laughed at himself.
"I stopped being one long ago."
Mo Jia recalled Mo Lin's words—"Don't cause any deaths"—and said to Tang Hao, "If you can withstand this move of mine, I'll spare your life."
"Hmph! What arrogance."
Though he was covered in old wounds, he still had to keep up appearances.