Chen Xin shook his head slightly. "I had no intention of getting involved in your fight with Old Poison. But Jiang Che is something of a disciple of mine. If you want to touch him, you must first ask the sword in my hand."
Tang Hao fell silent.
Of course he knew Chen Xin's strength-a rank ninety-six Titled Douluo, known as "Sword Dao Chen Xin," whose Seven Kill Sword Technique was unparalleled under heaven.
Normally, at his peak, he believed he could put up a fight against Chen Xin. But now he was afflicted with several poisons and an aphrodisiac, his soul power was in turmoil, and his stomach cramped relentlessly. Even standing steady was difficult. How could he fight a rank ninety-six Titled Douluo?
At this point, Chen Xin also noticed something amiss.
He sniffed. Why was there a foul stench in the air?
"Chen Xin..." Tang Hao gritted his teeth. "Are you really going to protect that Jiang Che?"
Chen Xin smiled faintly. "That's right. I'm protecting him!"
Dugu Bo chuckled beside him. "Did you hear that? Tang Hao, today you're facing two Titled Douluo alone. What do you think your chances of winning are?"
Dugu Bo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, sounding rather pleased with himself.
Tang Hao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
His smile held a measure of self-mockery, a measure of bitterness, and something else that defied description.
"Fine." He slowly lowered the Clear Sky Hammer. "You win today."
His words actually left Dugu Bo momentarily stunned.
From what he knew of Tang Hao, this Clear Sky Douluo had always been the sort to fight to the death rather than retreat. How could he concede so easily?
But a moment later, he understood.
Tang Hao's