My name was Yue Guan. I had a man's body and a woman's features, with beauty beyond compare.
The dark, ugly shadow beside me was called Gui Mei.
Perhaps the names Yue Guan and Gui Mei weren't famous enough.
But Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo-those two titles certainly rang loud and clear.
That's right. In the animation, the two of us and Pope Qian Xunji fought Tang Hao three against one, only to get beaten until we were leaking from both ends. We were two members of that trio.
Here, although the three of us still lost to Tang Hao, the old man told us there was a reason for it. It wasn't a failure of our fighting ability.
Afterward, the two of us also picked a fight with Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect.
The facts proved that the power that bastard Tang Hao used wasn't a Soul Master's power at all. Otherwise, why did we beat his own older brother's face into a pig's head?
And those were one-on-one fights, not a gang beating.
Now, both of us had reached Level 97 in soul power.
What could we do? Even if we didn't cultivate, the medicinal effects of the immortal herbs we'd eaten back then were simply too powerful.
So, before we knew it, we'd both broken through.
Of course, even after our breakthroughs, we still couldn't let go of the savage beating Tang Hao had given us back then.
At this very moment, right here and now, our chance for revenge had arrived!
Shh! Look, what had we found?
A lone Tang San!
Look how proud he was, how different from everyone else!
Most importantly, Tang San was Tang Hao's son.
If we could catch him and then crush his bones, how wonderful that would be.