A tornado formed in midair, its tail like a drill as it plunged straight down at a terrifying speed.
Boom!
A shock wave spread outward, leveling everything within ten meters. Beyond that, trees within a hundred meters were uprooted and strewn crookedly across the ground. The shock wave was so powerful that even Hu Liena and Zhang Ping, thirty meters away, struggled to keep their footing.
"This is bad! Something's happened!"
A thousand meters from the battlefield, Ghost Douluo stared gravely at Tang Hao. He shouted, "Tang Hao, don't think your formidable cultivation lets you do whatever you please. If anything happens to those two, His Holiness the Pope will muster all of Spirit Hall's strength to destroy your Clear Sky Sect and tear you limb from limb!"
A middle-aged man stood beside Ghost Douluo, his expression equally dark as storm clouds. He snapped at the cloaked middle-aged man before him, "Tang Hao, if anything happens to Zhang Ping, I'll spend the rest of my life doing just one thing: avenging her! Even if your Clear Sky Sect seals its gates, even if it costs me my life, I'll make you and the Clear Sky Sect pay a devastating price!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Leaving those threats behind, Ghost Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo swept past Tang Hao and raced toward the source of the commotion.
"The Pope?"
Tang Hao's expression froze. He was a Titled Douluo whose presence could make ordinary Douluos pale. If asked whom he feared across the two great empires, there were only four: the Sea God's High Priest, his grandfather, Spirit Hall's Judgment Elder, and, finally, the peerless genius with twin martial souls-Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall.
Tang Hao had always held Ghost Douluo in contempt. Ever since the battle Qian Xunji had launched twelve