Tang Hao's Threat

Yu Xiaogang suddenly shuddered violently, instantly snapping out of his fervor. He abruptly raised his head.

At some point, someone had appeared in front of his desk!

It was an exceptionally tall, burly man, his entire body concealed beneath a loose black cloak. The hood was pulled low, obscuring his face.

Yet merely standing there, he resembled an ancient mountain, emanating a suffocating bloody aura and terrifying pressure.

Even the air in the office seemed to turn thick and cold.

Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded wildly. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He opened his mouth, only to discover that he could not make a sound. Overwhelming terror engulfed him in an instant.

The man in black slowly raised his head. Beneath the hood, a pair of clouded yet eagle-sharp eyes locked coldly onto him.

The icy killing intent in that gaze made Yu Xiaogang feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; the blood throughout his body nearly froze.

Then, Yu Xiaogang saw something even more terrifying.

The man in black said nothing, merely slowly raising his right hand. In an instant, the phantom of an enormous, pitch-black hammer that seemed capable of swallowing all light flickered behind him and vanished.

Though it had only flashed by, the strange patterns engraved on its head and the tyrannical power it contained allowed Yu Xiaogang to recognize its origin at once!

Immediately afterward, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—rose one after another beneath the man's feet.

"Clear... Clear Sky... Douluo..."

Yu Xiaogang's teeth chattered as he nearly trembled out that title which had shaken the continent.

His legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed to the floor. He had never imagined that the legendary Clear Sky Douluo, the fierce man who had hammered the Pope