Hunting Soul Beasts (2)

As the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, who would dare to shout at him like that? He would definitely pick up the Clear Sky Hammer and fight them for three hundred rounds!

But he was injured now and had no desire to act personally.

Besides, the aura of that pressure was simply not something he could resist.

Tang Hao hurried forward, stopped before Golden Crocodile, and cupped his fists in salute. "Senior, may I ask what instructions you have?"

So it was Tang Hao!

Golden Crocodile clenched his fists until they crackled. He had not forgotten how badly Qian Xunji had been injured when he returned.

He had long wanted to beat Tang Hao up, but had never found the chance.

"I'm here. Don't worry." Qian Chenzhou reached out and patted the back of Golden Crocodile's hand. "Go do what you want to do. Don't bottle it up, or your Dao heart will become unstable."

"Just don't beat him to death." Qian Chenzhou transmitted the message directly to Golden Crocodile.

"Tang Hao, come with me." Golden Crocodile altered his voice and reached forward with one massive hand.

Facing the approaching hand, Tang Hao instinctively tried to mobilize his Soul Power in resistance. Yet when that hand landed on his shoulder, he suddenly realized that he could not move at all. Even his Soul Power had been sealed.

Panic flashed through his eyes. He had no idea where this old monster, who had somehow survived until now, had come from!

How could he possess such terrifying cultivation?

"Will that Tang Hao be beaten to death?" Qian Rensue asked.

She was rather curious. With Uncle Golden Crocodile's strength, dealing with a mere level-92 Titled Douluo would be an absolute crushing victory. There could not possibly be any accident.

The only possible accident was