Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

Hearing this, Tang Hao's hand holding up the hammer flinched.

Looking back on that night, the young man in front of me was exactly the same as the little guy who tried his best to block the boy.

Why did he kill that boy in the first place?

It's simple, because he believes in Wuhun Palace.

At that time, Tang Hao believed that anyone who believed in Wuhun Palace was helping the evildoers, and even a child should die. If they were not eliminated today, they might become a disaster in the future.

Unexpectedly, disaster still came.

"I begged you hard at that time, but you refused to let my brother go..."

"Do you know that he is my only relative!"

"That day, my only faith was completely shattered by you."

There were two lines of clear tears in the corners of Wang Feng's eyes.

He missed his brother, the hard years he spent with him, the boy who was so bright every time he smiled.

If he were still alive, he would be more handsome than Wang Feng now. He is a sunny, lively and confident boy.

Unfortunately, that wish was buried by Wang Feng himself that day.

It was also crushed by Tang Hao in front of him.

"Brother... I'm tired. I really want to see you..."

"Even if I look at you again..."

The person who killed him was right in front of him, but Wang Feng was powerless. The huge gap in soul power made Wang Feng mentally and physically exhausted.

Everything is in vain in front of this man, how can he get revenge?

"Boy, this world is not fair."

Tang Hao put down the sledgehammer in his hand. Perhaps out of good intentions, or perhaps remembering the incident many years ago, Tang Hao did not kill him immediately.

He looked seriously into Wang Feng's eyes and said word by word: "Without strong enough strength, you are just a piece of meat at the mercy of others. On the contrary, if you had strong power at that time, that incident might not have happened."

Wang Feng gritted his teeth. He especially hated the self-righteous guy in front of him.

"What's wrong with Wuhun Temple? What's wrong with my brother!" Wang Feng shouted with difficulty while holding on to the corner: "Am I going to be brutally killed by you just because you believe in Wuhun Temple?"

"We have been dependent on each other since childhood. We have no parents and rely on the support of Wuhun Palace to survive." Wang Feng gritted his teeth and retorted:

"You said that Wuhun Palace is a scourge and a worm in the mainland. Then I have to ask you, do selfish people like you deserve justice?"

This question left Tang Hao speechless.

He couldn't answer Wang Feng's questions. Every word and every sentence was heart-wrenching. Those words were like countless marks that were deeply imprinted on him and could never be erased.

Regardless of whether Wang Shu liked Wuhun Palace or not, he, Tang Hao, still lost his mind and killed a little boy who was helpless to fight back that day.

Even if that boy is his benefactor.

"It's almost time to send you on your way. Your fault is that you shouldn't have provoked my son!"

Tang Hao once again raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and pointed it at the boy in front of him who had lost the ability to fight back.

"Even though I know it's impossible, I still want to try!"

Wang Feng suddenly opened his wrist and slashed at his abdomen with a spear.

In an instant, blood flowed profusely.

Tang Hao didn't know what Wang Feng was going to do. He thought Wang Feng was crazy. The sledgehammer hovered in mid-air and stared blankly at Wang Feng who committed suicide.

"Blood Curse!"

"The light of evil killing!"

The blood flowing out of Wang Feng seemed to have vitality. The blood suddenly floated in the air and wrapped around Tang Hao's body.

"Tips for carving insects..."

Tang Hao released his soul power, intending to shake the blood off his body, but strangely, the blood seemed to have taken root in his body, constantly weakening his soul power.

"what happened?"

Wang Feng used his strongest move currently.

A large amount of blood gathered into a whirlpool, wrapping Tang Hao and Wang Feng inside.

Wang Feng looked at the enemy in front of him with a pale face and whispered softly:

"Blood curse, the thorn of false resentment!"

puff-

Dozens of bloody thorns penetrated the skin of Tang Hao's arm and came out.

Those blood thorns disrupted the flow of soul power in Tang Hao's body.

Even the murderous aura attached to his God of Killing Domain was helpless against this weird curse.

Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer, intending to give Wang Feng a finishing blow.

But Wang Feng couldn't hold on any longer. Due to excessive blood loss, his body swayed and he stumbled to the side.

The blood vortex collapsed instantly, and a large amount of blood splashed onto the bluestone ground.

His face was pale, and the blood in his body was almost drained by this blow.

Putting a curse on a titled Douluo, just one blow would be enough to kill him.

"It seems that's the end of it..."

younger brother……

I'm sorry, brother can't avenge you...

…………

Wang Feng closed his eyes, the surrounding temperature gradually faded away, and the world became cold.

After waiting for a long time, the expected blow did not come.

hum-

There seemed to be a buzzing in his ears, and his body was being repaired by a warm soul power.

Warm and comfortable.

Wang Feng opened his eyes and stared blankly at the arms surrounding him.

Those arms were familiar, with strong upper and lower muscles, and the familiar aroma of wine.

Wang Feng looked up along the exposed abdominal muscles.

The cold face of his master appeared in his eyes.

"master?"

The moment he saw She Long, Wang Feng couldn't bear it anymore.

He is like a child who has not grown up. Everything he did before was just a pretense in front of outsiders.

He was hugged by She Long like that, repairing the wounds on his body, his body couldn't help shaking, and he cried silently,

She Long lowered his head, stroked the broken hair on Wang Feng's forehead, and apologized: "Master, I'm late... I won't be allowed to be brave next time."

Tang Hao on the opposite side looked at She Long in surprise. He seemed to recall the identity of the person in front of him.

"It's you?"

As both weapons and souls, when the Wuhun Palace besieged Tang Hao, She Long's inner elixir was lost, causing him, who was only level 91 at the time, to join the camp that besieged Tang Hao.

The reason why I was so impressed by him was not only because of his weapon spirit, but also because She Long stood at the front without fear of death and could fight with him for [-] rounds without dying.

A really tough opponent.

Now that ten years have passed, he can see from the nine rings behind She Long that his strength is now comparable to his own.

Level 95 vs. Level 95.

But this is destined to be a battle of great disparity in strength.

"Are you that guy back then?" Tang Hao said sarcastically, "I never thought you were still alive."

"Of course I'm alive, otherwise who will save my apprentice." She Long retorted: "Tang Hao, you hypocrite who talks about justice all day long, stop talking nonsense and hit him if you want!"

"It turns out that he is your apprentice and a good young man, but it's a pity..."

"You want to say that it's a pity that you joined Wuhun Palace?" She Long laughed loudly: "What a joke, Tang Hao, you know who you are very well. Don't talk about your own moral integrity all day long. I feel sick hearing this.”

"you wanna die!"

Tang Hao was furious at She Long's rebuke, but he needed to think about it.

This is Tiandou City. If two titled Douluo start a battle here, the people around them will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.