Immortal Cultivator

Both Chen Mo's powerful soul as an Immortal Cultivator and his powerful physique as a Blood Refinement Master reduced the pressure he was under.

They also allowed Chen Mo to face Tang Hao's pressure without showing any fear.

Seeing Chen Mo face his pressure without showing the slightest change in expression, even Tang Hao couldn't help but voice his admiration.

Chen Mo, Lin Yaodong, and Xiao Wu had no intention of hiding their Soul Power. Xiao Wu was level twelve, while Lin Yaodong and Chen Mo were both level ten, though their Soul Power was immense.

In terms of quantity, Chen Mo's was roughly equivalent to someone above level thirty, while Lin Yaodong's was equivalent to someone above level ten.

None of this could be hidden from Tang Hao. Chen Mo and the others had made no effort to conceal their ages either. Although Chen Mo and Lin Yaodong were tall and sturdy, they were only twelve years old. Tang Hao detected all of this with a sweep of his soul perception.

The younger generation was truly formidable!

Tang Hao grew even more curious about the identities of the three.

"Where did you learn about Tang San and me? Are you from Spirit Hall?"

Tang Hao asked in his deep voice, leaving no room for doubt.

Chen Mo chuckled. "I'm just an ordinary Immortal Cultivator. I have nothing to do with Spirit Hall."

"Oh, is that so? If you're not from Spirit Hall, how dare you provoke me?"

With that, Tang Hao not only intensified the pressure of a Titled Douluo but also unleashed Divine Slaughter's Domain.

Even Chen Mo was struggling now, and fine beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead. As for Lin Yaodong, the pressure had bent him double. He braced both hands against the carriage, sweat dripping constantly from his face as he strained to raise his head.

Chen Mo said with some difficulty, "As expected of the Clear Sky Douluo who hammered the Pope to death back then. I thought that even if my strength wasn't enough to defeat Your Excellency, I could at least protect myself. But now it seems I can barely hold out before Your Excellency for a while."

Tang Hao said disdainfully, "You think you're worthy? I haven't even made a move, and you already look ready to collapse."

Chen Mo answered calmly, "Does Your Excellency think this is all I'm capable of?"

With that, Chen Mo fully released his own presence, even using some Spiritual Power techniques to strengthen it.

At once, Lin Yaodong and Xiao Wu felt the weight on them lighten, and the deathly oppression from before vanished.

The pressure hadn't disappeared entirely, though; it was merely well within what they could bear.

In fact, even with Chen Mo's tricks, he was still at a disadvantage in terms of presence.

A look of surprise appeared on Tang Hao's face.

He really has the ability to threaten me. How old is he? He can't be more than fifteen, can he?

A boy under fifteen has combat strength close to the level of a Titled Douluo?

What kind of joke is this?

What's happened to the world?

In that case, this boy absolutely cannot be allowed to live.

Tang Hao said, "Good, very good indeed. At your age, I was no match for you. There isn't even a young person on the entire continent stronger than you."

Tang Hao paused.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you're going to die here today."

Chen Mo said calmly, "Is that so? Your Excellency Haotian, your strength has earned my recognition. I'll allow you to be rude to me twice. But once we truly come to blows, that will be an entirely different matter."

Chen Mo continued, his voice tinged with regret, "If it really comes to that, I'll have no choice but to use a trump card. After all, in terms of sheer strength, I'm no match for Your Excellency Haotian.

"But my trump card is precious too, so I'll have no choice but to kill you and take your bones. That should make up for some of my loss."

Finally, Chen Mo looked seriously at Tang Hao and added, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

After hearing Chen Mo's words, Tang Hao narrowed his eyes.

Although he was somewhat wary of the young man before him, it was more because of his talent than his strength.

As for strength, Tang Hao's confidence had long since overflowed. Back when he had only just joined the ranks of the Titled Douluo, he had hammered even Spirit Hall's level-ninety-five Pope to death. All the more so now that he had reached level ninety-four.

The world is vast, but how many people are worthy of being my opponent?

The Little Monster before him posed some threat, but that was all.

Today, he must die.

No one can save him, no matter who comes. He injured my son, abducted the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast I had reserved for my son, and even dared to speak disrespectfully to me. Any one of those reasons is enough for me to strike.

Tang Hao replied imperiously, "Then today I'd like to see your trump card. Let's see exactly how you intend to kill me and take my bones."

With that, Tang Hao prepared to strike.

Just then, a voice rang out in Tang Hao's mind. "No, don't leave me, Ah Hao."

Hearing his beloved wife's anxious, sorrowful voice, Tang Hao instinctively replied in his mind, What's wrong, Ah Yin? I've been here all along. What's the matter?

The Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin, said, "I don't know why, but my heart suddenly ached, as though you were about to leave me. It hurts so much."

Tang Hao comforted Ah Yin. "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'll always stay by your side."

As Tang Hao and Ah Yin continued talking and comforting each other, a voice suddenly appeared in their minds.

"Oh? So you're the Blue Silver Emperor. Soul Rings really are amazing. You can actually communicate through a Soul Ring. Your Excellency Haotian, you have a good wife. Otherwise, I'm afraid you would have fallen here today."

Hearing Chen Mo's voice ring out in his mind, Tang Hao was shaken. He looked at Chen Mo in disbelief.

Tang Hao was utterly shocked. He can actually sense Ah Yin's presence, and he can even send his words into my mind without a sound.

Considering Ah Yin's sudden feeling that she was about to lose him, Tang Hao suddenly felt that things were about to spiral out of control.

The young man before me wasn't lying. Can he really kill me?

Tang Hao looked gravely at Chen Mo and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Mo said, "I told you, I'm just an ordinary Immortal Cultivator."

Immortal Cultivator?

That's the second time he's said it. What exactly is an Immortal Cultivator?

The Douluo Continent had only the concept of gods, not immortals, so Tang Hao didn't understand what "Immortal Cultivator" meant.

Tang Hao asked in some confusion, "Immortal Cultivator? What does that mean?"

In truth, Chen Mo himself had only a vague definition of an Immortal Cultivator. As for what one was, he could only give a rough explanation.

Chen Mo said, "An Immortal Cultivator can generally be understood as a cultivator who pursues eternal life. You can think of them as people with great strength, like Soul Masters. Their ultimate pursuit is eternal life and the freedom to live as they please."

Eternal life? Isn't that something only gods can achieve?

To live free and unrestrained-how I long for that! Thinking back, weren't Ah Yin and I...

Tang Hao couldn't help feeling some envy and admiration for Immortal Cultivators. "Eternal life, freedom to live as they please-Immortal Cultivators really are enviable. How I long for that!"

Tang Hao asked again, "So what you just displayed was all Immortal Cultivator methods? How interesting."