Tang Hao Appears, Xiao Wu's Identity Exposed

The awards ceremony was about to begin.

The seven members of the Lin Yuan Team stood at the center of the arena, waiting to receive their prize.

The cheers for their victory had not yet died down when a voice suddenly came from the horizon.

"Wait."

The voice was not loud, but it struck every ear with perfect clarity. Before the word had faded, a crushing pressure descended from the sky, leaving the tens of thousands in the stands with tight chests. The cheers died instantly.

Everyone looked up. A dark figure was striding through the air from afar.

The newcomer was tall and powerfully built. Wind snapped at his old, tattered cloak.

With every step, a Soul Ring formed beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

When all eight Soul Rings lit up, the pressure already had the entire arena struggling to breathe.

Then he took a ninth step. A scarlet Soul Ring rose beneath his feet.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Scarlet as blood, it had barely appeared when half the sky overhead turned red. The whole vault of heaven was dyed blood-crimson.

The pressure suddenly multiplied, leaving everyone gasping for air. Those nearby who were weaker felt their knees buckle and dropped straight to the ground.

Tens of thousands of people in the grand arena fell silent at once.

In the deathly stillness, someone finally recovered enough to speak.

"A hundred thousand years... that's a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"A Titled Douluo! A Titled Douluo is here!"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? Who is he?"

In the Pope's box, Bibi Dong sprang to her feet.

"Tang Hao! You dare show yourself in Spirit City!"

Tang Hao did not look at her. He raised a hand and pointed toward the center