Just then.
A figure appeared on the plain without warning.
He stood between the million-strong army and Heaven Dou City.
Black clothes, black hair.
His frame was upright, yet somewhat slender.
Compared to the million-strong army, he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Yet the moment he appeared.
The battlefield's clamor and killing intent abruptly stalled.
Everyone's eyes involuntarily converged upon him.
"He's here."
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
Tang Shuo.
He had truly dared to come.
Alone.
"Hahaha!"
Mighty Lion Douluo was the first to burst into laughter, his voice brimming with contempt and cruelty.
"I thought you were some extraordinary monster, but you're just a brat who hasn't even grown all his hair yet!"
"One man, and you dare stand against the Spirit Hall Empire's million-strong army?"
"Who gave you such courage?"
His voice boomed like a great bell, rolling sound waves sweeping toward Tang Shuo.
They contained his formidable Soul Power, enough to shatter a Soul Emperor's mind and make them explode on the spot.
Yet.
The sound waves vanished without a trace three feet before Tang Shuo, like clay oxen sinking into the sea.
Tang Shuo did not even look at him.
His calm gaze passed over all the Titled Douluo at the front and settled on the boundless army behind them.
His eyes were so indifferent, as if he were looking at a group of... dead things.
That disregard utterly enraged Mighty Lion Douluo.
"You're courting death!"
He roared.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Lion King Avatar!"
Roar—!
A resounding lion's roar echoed through the heavens.
Mighty Lion Douluo's body swelled in an instant.
Golden fur surged wildly forth, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a golden lion more than thirty meters long.
A terrifying pressure swept