Douluo's opening confession to Bibi Dong

Chapter 397 A chrysanthemum, a kid, ah!

"Two mere level 93 titled Douluo dare to be so presumptuous in front of this emperor!" Bibi Dong suddenly shouted,

The ghosts and moonlight beside him immediately took action at the same time, heading towards the two titled Douluo.

Neither of them used any divine power;

He just grabbed the titled Douluo lightly,

But even so, it still made these two titled Douluo feel the pressure of doomsday.

The face of the three worshipers who grabbed Xiao Wu changed drastically, and then quickly retreated.

The ghost then lightly slapped the titled Douluo next to Tang San,

The titled Douluo's body was suddenly suspended in the air, and the White Tiger Spirit was released. He managed to fight the ghost with a move, but was immediately blown away and hit the floor hard.

But the aftermath of the ghost's attack hit Tang San fiercely,

"No! I don't want to die! Help!"

Tang San suddenly cried out in despair,

hum!

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded domineeringly: "You are a chrysanthemum and a kid, you dare to hurt my son, get out of here!"

A low voice suddenly exploded,

It was like thunder. Although the sound was not loud, it was like a loud bell exploding in everyone's ears.

Hear this voice,

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's bodies trembled at the same time,

Desperate Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise,

At the same time, an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, completely blocking the aftermath of the ghostly attack.

In the air at this time,

A black figure was hanging quietly in the air. It was a middle-aged man, about 50 years old, with an extremely burly figure, but he was wearing a damaged robe.

Every hole was not even patched,

Directly revealing the bronzed skin underneath,

He looked sleepy, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and the beard on his face had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time.

See this person,

The tortured Tang San couldn't bear it any longer. He collapsed in his sleep, tears streaming from his eyes: "Dad!"

Yes,

The person suspended in mid-air is Tang San's father, Tang Hao, who has raised Tang San for eight years.

At this time, Tang Hao looked unchanged except that he was a little older. At this time, a huge black hammer was suspended behind him.

At the same time, his body was surrounded by nine red soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, boom,

His last soul ring was surprisingly also a 10-year-old soul ring.

As the soul ring flickered, a violent aura emerged, appearing extremely domineering.

below,

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang Hao with eyes full of envy and awe.

Tang Hao is his only idol in the soul master world.

Dare to face Wuhun Palace alone, this is what he has been dreaming about.

He has been striving for this goal,

unfortunately,

After so many years, he is still a great soul master!

Tang Hao glanced at Bibi Dong coldly: "The Wuhun Palace is indeed the Wuhun Palace, but it actually sent out two titled Douluo to deal with my son. However, you bullied my son, didn't you think about me? Beat the younger one. , haven’t you ever thought about my old revenge?

Today, give me your sacrificial hammer!See clearly, what is the true spirit of martial arts! "

Tang San's spirit suddenly shook. He knew that the last words were meant for him.

He was immediately very excited, his eyes filled with excitement,

This is his father,

This is his background and support. With his father here, who dares to touch Tang San?

"Father, kill them and destroy the Wuhun Palace!"

Tang San couldn't help but cheer and shout,

Tang Hao, who was about to use his soul skill, felt his breath stagnate and almost fell from the air.

However, at the next moment, he still forced himself to circulate his soul power. At the same time, the seventh soul ring on his body flickered quietly. The huge Clear Sky Hammer behind him suddenly burst into violent black light, and then rose up in the wind. In an instant, it was a hundred meters away, as big as a hill. ,

Red lines quietly lit up, and then the ninth red soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, dyeing the sky red.

Affected by this terrifying pressure, the entire Wuhun City,

The minds of soul masters below level [-] are completely blank.

Some even fainted directly to the ground. This terrifying pressure, as if it was the end of the world, made the entire Wuhun City seem to be trembling.

"Martial Spirit Hall, hahaha, what a Spirit Hall!" Tang Hao's arrogant laughter rang out fiercely,

Tang San's eyes were full of excitement and excitement. Others were no longer looking at Yang Fan, Xiao Wu and others.

His eyes were full of pride and resentment: "This is my father! Do you regret offending me now?"

"Martial Spirit Hall... a chrysanthemum, a little devil, just now they bullied my son with the big one. Today I.........ah!"

Peng!

Tang Hao's domineering voice was suddenly interrupted, followed by a scream and the sound of falling to the ground.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed,

Everyone looked at it carefully and were stunned.

I saw that Tang Hao, who was so domineering just now, had landed on the ring and smashed a big hole in the ring.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang and others were immediately stunned.

Tang San: "Is this...really my father?"

High in the sky at this time,

Ju Douluo flicked the dust on his shoes and said calmly: "How dares a little abandoned son of the Haotian Sect to be so presumptuous in front of His Majesty the Pope? He is vulnerable to a blow!"

see this scene,

Suddenly little stars appeared in the ghost's eyes,

"Ahem!" Tang Hao finally climbed out of the pit, then coughed violently,

After coughing several times, he recovered a little. He looked up to the sky with difficulty, fear and disbelief: "Impossible, Juhuaguan, how could you be so powerful? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"My lord, do you want to believe me?"

Ju Douluo glanced at Tang Hao disdainfully, his eyes full of disdain.

Tang Hao struggled to get up.

"Juhuaguan, don't be so arrogant. Do you really want to fight to the death with me, the Haotian Sect?"

At this time, Tang Hao no longer had the domineering power he had just now, and all his confidence was directly destroyed by Yueguan's kick just now.

"Haotian Sect? If His Majesty the Pope is angered, the Haotian Sect can be destroyed with a snap of a finger!"

Ju Douluo didn't care at all,

"Hahaha, Yue Guan, are you kidding? With your Spirit Hall, unless everything is broken, how can your Spirit Hall do anything to our Haotian Sect?" Tang Hao laughed wildly, even though he knew he was no match for Ju Douluo. Tang Hao still had no intention of retreating in his eyes.

"What can I do?"

A smile rose in Yue Guan's eyes,

Yang Fan, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, nodded slightly,

next moment,

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo were hanging in the air,

shhhhhh!

The next moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded, and then sixteen figures appeared in the sky,

At the same time, everyone has nine soul rings: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and black.

Sixteen people plus Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo,

The auras of the 18 people intertwined instantly, causing lightning and thunder, just like the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)