Flender's Shock: Zhao Wuji, You're Already a Soul Douluo?!

Humm...!!!

Two invisible forces clashed fiercely in midair, colliding and annihilating each other!

A low hum erupted through the air!

For a moment,

dust billowed and stones flew!

Fine, web-like cracks even spread across the ground beneath Zhao Wuji's feet!

Yet

he held firm against a Titled Douluo's crushing pressure with the strength of a Soul Douluo!

Tang Hao's pressure was fierce and domineering,

while the aura Zhao Wuji's Great Strength Vajra Bear Martial Soul gave him was solid and steady.

In this contest of raw force, Zhao Wuji wasn't immediately overwhelmed. He even seemed to push back a fraction!

His aura was like a mountain rooted in the earth. Let the storms rage; he would not budge!

"Hmm?"

Tang Hao frowned slightly. For the first time, surprise flickered through his cold eyes.

A Soul Douluo?

And not one who's only just broken through.

Judging by how concentrated his Soul Power is and how steady his aura feels, he's at least a high-level Soul Douluo above level eighty-five!

Zhao Wuji has been hiding his strength?

And so thoroughly?

Even I failed to see through him before?

Interesting.

But only a little.

The corner of Tang Hao's mouth lifted in a smile of utter coldness and contempt.

"Do you think this much strength is enough to stand against me?"

His voice remained flat, yet it carried a bone-deep chill.

"Ridiculous."

The instant the final word left his mouth, the cold, domineering pressure around him changed!

It was no longer merely an aura bearing down on them. It now carried a will that would reign supreme and crush all opposition!

It was as though he held not empty air, but a divine hammer capable of shattering stars and destroying all techniques!

That will had no form or substance, yet it was more terrifying than a physical attack. It struck directly at his opponent's mind!

The pressure of a Super Douluo!

This was not merely a gap in Soul Power Level, but an absolute gulf in the nature of their lives and the strength of their wills!

Crack!

Countless cracks instantly appeared in Zhao Wuji's once mountain-steady aura beneath that overwhelming pressure, now infused with a will to destroy!

"Ugh..."

He grunted. His face flushed, then turned pale, and he stumbled back three steps.

Each step left a deep footprint in the hard ground!

Blood rose in his throat, and a thin trickle spilled from the corner of his mouth.

I can't hold it back!

There's no way I can hold it back!

An almost impassable gulf already separated a Titled Douluo from a Soul Douluo.

And Tang Hao was no ordinary Titled Douluo.

He was the Clear Sky Douluo who had once stood at the pinnacle of the continent.

A Super Douluo who possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and had survived the fiercest battles!

His pressure had long since transcended mere Soul Power. It carried the domineering truth of his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul: one hammer blow could break all techniques!

Zhao Wuji gave everything he had just to stay on his feet and keep from being forced to his knees.

But he could feel his Martial Soul Origin trembling. His Soul Power struggled to circulate, as though that terrifying will might crush it at any moment!

The gap is too great!

Zhao Wuji trembled under Tang Hao's relentless, domineering pressure.

He was about to fall to his knees.

Just then,

"Stop!!!"

A furious shout rang out from the darkness!

A moment later,

a figure streaked toward them from afar, swift as a nocturnal owl.

He landed beside Zhao Wuji.

It was Flender, the headmaster of Shrek Academy, drawn there by the commotion!

His clothes were disheveled, and the eyes behind his glasses were filled with shock and anger.

First, he looked at Zhao Wuji, who had blood at the corner of his mouth and was still gritting his teeth against the pressure. Then he saw the eight Soul Rings slowly turning beneath Zhao Wuji's feet. His pupils widened, and he cried out:

"Zhao! You... you're already a Soul Douluo?!"

"You've become this strong?"

"How... how is that possible?"

He had never imagined that his old friend, with whom he had spent years worrying over the academy's daily expenses, had quietly reached the Soul Douluo realm!

And he hadn't only just reached it.

Judging by the colors of those Soul Rings and the fluctuations of his Soul Power, he was undoubtedly a high-level Soul Douluo!

But now,

even as Flender reeled from Zhao Wuji's strength, an even greater shock seized him.

With difficulty, he turned toward the black-robed man opposite them, whose terrifying pressure made it hard to breathe.

Anyone who could overpower a high-level Soul Douluo like Zhao Wuji to this extent had to be a Titled Douluo!

And no ordinary Titled Douluo at that!

"Who are you?"

Flender forced down his fear and asked in a low voice.

At the same time, he summoned the Soul Power of a level seventy-eight Soul Saint. The shadow of his Cat Owl Martial Soul flickered behind him as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Wuji, resisting the terrifying pressure together.

"Why have you entered Shrek Academy's grounds in the middle of the night and attacked our vice headmaster? Tell us your name!"

Tang Hao's gaze swept over Flender like a cold blade. It lingered for less than a second before returning to Zhao Wuji.

It was as if a Soul Saint like Flender was not worth a second glance.

"Who am I?"

A hint of mockery entered Tang Hao's voice. "Haven't you already guessed?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised a hand and pulled back his hood.

Moonlight finally illuminated his face.

It was a weathered face, stubbled and worn with age and neglect, though its strong features remained unmistakable.

Unkempt hair fell over part of his forehead and eyes.

But those eyes shone with startling intensity in the moonlight: cold and sharp, as though they could pierce the deepest fears in a person's heart.

Flender stopped breathing. His eyes widened behind his glasses, and all color drained from his face as he blurted, "You're..."

"Clear... Clear Sky Douluo... Your Excellency?!"

He recognized him!

The face was far more weathered and worn than that of the proud Clear Sky Sect prodigy he remembered from over a decade ago, the man who had looked down on the world.

But those features, those eyes, and above all, the heavy, domineering aura of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul radiating from him now...

There could be no mistake!

It was Tang Hao!

The man who had once shaken the continent and become its youngest Titled Douluo.

Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo!

He was still alive!

And he had appeared at Shrek Academy!

Zhao Wuji shuddered from head to toe. He had suspected it, but confirmation still sent a storm through his heart.

Tang Hao! It really is him!

No wonder his pressure and strength are so terrifying!

"You recognize me?"

Tang Hao watched their expressions change. No emotion stirred in his eyes, only a cold, deathly stillness. "Then it's time to pay the price."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he gave them no chance to react.

Humm...!

A wave of Soul Power, more terrifying and more concentrated than before, erupted from Tang Hao. It felt as though it could crush the very space around them!

Beneath his feet, nine Soul Rings rose one after another and slowly revolved, nine deadly halos: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red!

Each Soul Ring was astonishingly solid, radiating energy that made their hearts pound!

Especially the last one...