Six Titled Douluo Descend! A Deadly Trap for Tang Hao!

"Hmph! A rotten chrysanthemum, and a little Ghost Shadow!"

Tang Hao shielded Tang San behind him, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes looking down at him with disdain.

Despite his pale face and unsteady breathing, the domineering and proud aura of Clear Sky Douluo remained undiminished.

"You two pieces of trash dare to cause trouble for me Tang Hao?"

"Back then, even with Qian Xunji and the rest of you, you couldn't do anything to me, could you?"

"Even though I am injured now, killing the two of you will still be a piece of cake!"

His words were full of disdain and provocation, an attempt to provoke the other party and find a weakness.

At the same time, he was quickly calculating a way to escape.

Facing two fully-fledged level 95 Titled Douluo in perfect condition, if he were at his peak, he would naturally not be afraid, and might even be able to defeat them.

But now, he is still seriously injured and has to protect the blind Tang San, so his chances of winning are slim.

Moreover, since the Spirit Hall has sent Chrysanthemum and Ghost, they probably have other plans in store!

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo not only did not get angry, but instead burst into laughter at the same time, their laughter filled with mockery and a sense of certainty of victory.

"Tang Hao, even when you're about to die, you're still so stubborn."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped laughing and said in a sinister tone, "That's right, the two of us might not be able to kill you in your prime."

"But... if I'm not mistaken, the wound on your chest hasn't fully healed yet, has it?"

"How does the backlash from the Ring Detonation taste?"

"How much of your strength do you have left now?"

Before he finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with Ghost Douluo, and both of them simultaneously unleashed terrifying fluctuations of Soul Power!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Nine perfectly matched Soul Ring rose from beneath their feet, radiating dazzling light and exuding overwhelming power!

Behind Chrysanthemum Douluo, a huge, golden, and dazzling Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed, exuding an aura of sharpness and resilience.

Behind Ghost Douluo was a deep, dark phantom that seemed capable of devouring everything, exuding a chilling aura.

Without exchanging any words, the two launched an attack!

With a flick of his finger, Chrysanthemum Douluo summoned countless golden chrysanthemum petals, which coalesced once more into a massive golden blade that tore through the air and slashed toward Tang Hao!

At the same time, the ninth Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up: Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground, fallen flowers break one's heart!

An even more powerful weapon is already brewing!

Ghost Douluo's figure flickered, disappearing from the spot like Gui Mei.

The next moment.

Countless dark, Ghost Shadow rushed towards Tang Hao from all directions.

Each Ghost Shadow contains chilling Soul Power and mental impact, disturbing the mind and making it impossible to defend against!

Faced with the combined attack of two Titled Douluo, Tang Hao's eyes sharpened, knowing he could no longer hold back!

"Drink!"

He let out a low roar, and nine Soul Ring rose beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Especially the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, which had dimmed considerably and was covered in cracks but was still crimson, emitted a chilling aura!

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, without using any complicated Soul Skill. He simply poured his powerful and domineering Soul Power into the hammer, and then, facing the golden flower blades slashing towards him and the ghostly Ghost Shadow rushing towards him, he delivered a simple yet powerful sweep that contained the true meaning of the Clear Sky Hammer's "power"!

"BOOM...!!!"

The dark golden hammer light collided violently with the golden flower blade and the pitch-black Ghost Shadow!

A violent energy storm exploded instantly, plowing the ground within dozens of meters into a mess, with rubble and dust flying everywhere!

Tang Hao's body trembled violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he forced down a mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler.

But he didn't take a single step back, and bravely withstood the attack!

At the same time, using the recoil from the explosion, he suddenly lifted Tang San with his left hand, and his figure shot off like an arrow towards the Slaughter City!

Don't linger in battle!

We must storm the Slaughter City!

The Rules there are special, and the people from the Spirit Hall might not dare to venture in easily. Even if they did, they would be suppressed. That place is their only chance of survival!

"Trying to run?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a shrill cry, his figure transforming into a golden streak of light as he relentlessly pursued Tang Hao, shouting, "Tang Hao! You can't escape!"

"If two of us Titled Douluo can't kill you, then... what about six Titled Douluo?!"

His voice, amplified by his Soul Power, carried far and wide, filled with a playful and cruel tone, like a cat catching a mouse.

Tang Hao's heart sank!

Six Titled Douluo?!

The Spirit Hall actually mobilized such a terrifying force to kill him?!

As if to confirm Chrysanthemum Douluo's words

Just as Tang Hao was about to rush into a sparse black forest ahead, four Gui Mei appeared silently at the edge of the forest, blocking his only way to the Slaughter City!

These four people, three men and one woman, were dressed in the magnificent attire that was the Spirit Hall's signature. Their auras were as deep as the sea, and nine Soul Rings were slowly rotating under each of their feet!

Four terrifying pressures at the level of Titled Douluo descended like four invisible mountains, forming a perfect encirclement with Chrysanthemum and Ghost who were chasing from behind!

Standing at the very front was a woman dressed in a magnificent purple Pope robe, wearing Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, with an exquisitely beautiful yet icy-cold face, and purple eyes that contained endless majesty and a hint of complex hatred. This woman made Tang Hao's heart sink to the bottom instantly!

That is... Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

She actually came in person!

Tang Hao abruptly stopped, tightly protecting Tang San behind him. His gaze swept over the Titled Douluo in front of him, finally fixing on Bibi Dong's face, his eyes filled with solemnity, apprehension, and a hint of indescribable anger.

"Bibi Dong ..."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger. "To kill me, you actually came in person, and with so many men... You really think highly of me, Tang Hao!"

Bibi Dong's purple eyes coldly stared at Tang Hao, her gaze sweeping over his pale face, bleeding chest, and the massive Clear Sky Hammer, finally settling on Tang San, who was being protected behind him, his eyes closed and his face blank.

When her gaze swept over Tang San's simple-looking belt, inlaid with twenty-four jade stones, her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

[Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night]!

She recognized the belt!

That's... Yu Xiaogang's Soul Tool!

It was one of the things he cherished most in his early years!

Xiao Gang... what is his relationship with this child?

Could it be...?

A thought flashed through her mind, causing a slight ripple in her icy heart, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a deeper hatred and murderous intent.

No matter what, Tang Hao must die!

This child... since he's related to Xiaogang, perhaps...

She didn't answer Tang Hao's question, but slowly raised her right hand, her fair and jade-like fingers gently pointing forward.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering a single, chillingly cold word devoid of any emotion:

"Kill!!!"