Douluo: I became Tang San's sister and my dual martial spirits became gods

Ma Hongjun said in a trembling voice, "Boss Dai, Rongrong... you must show mercy later. Don't be too harsh, otherwise I might lose my life here."

As he spoke, Ma Hongjun involuntarily reached out his hand and gently stroked his neck. The movement was gentle and slow, as if he was saying his final goodbye to this part of his body that was about to leave him.

His chubby face was filled with an expression of reluctance that was difficult to conceal. At this moment, he seemed to have felt that it would not be long before his precious head would no longer be able to rest firmly on this strong neck.

Just thinking about it made him feel creepy and shudder. The fear deep in his heart surged like a tide, almost swallowing him whole. That feeling was a thousand times more painful than death. It was simply worse than death!

After hearing Ma Hongjun's almost desperate words, Dai Mubai's face instantly became very solemn, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented complex emotion.

He first looked up at Lin Yehao who was leading the way in front, and wondered in his heart how to deal with this difficult situation next.

As the captain of the Shrek Seven Devils, he knew that he had the responsibility to protect everyone's lives. If he was the only one facing danger alone, he could accept the outcome calmly no matter what it was.

However, the situation is very different now. In addition to him, there are Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong in the team.

Especially Ning Rongrong, she is his teammate now. If she is hurt because of his wrong decision, he will live in guilt for the rest of his life.

So, no matter what, he must do everything he can to ensure that everyone is safe.

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai slowly turned his head, and his eyes met Zhu Zhuqing beside him.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, indicating that she understood the meaning of Dai Mubai's eyes.

The relationship between the two of them has always been extremely deep. After a long period of getting along and getting along with each other, they have already understood each other's minds.

Often, just a glance or a subtle movement is all you need to accurately understand the other person's thoughts.

Lin Yehao tilted his head and glanced at a few people with the corner of his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but in the end he said nothing, but his feet moved a little faster.

……

After one hundred games, Tang San finally won the final victory.

In the audience seats, the crowd surged like a tide, their excitement and excitement were beyond words.

As King Shura won, sharp screams resounded through the sky, as if to overturn the entire killing field of hell. However, in the midst of this noise, Tang San stood firmly like a quiet mountain.

On the surface, he looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything around him.

But in fact, his heart had already been in turmoil and could not be calmed for a long time. He had fought a hundred life-and-death battles, each of which was full of blood and cruelty. With his tenacious will and outstanding strength, he finally fulfilled the agreement with his father Tang Hao.

Thinking of this, Tang San felt excited.

As long as he can successfully pass the Road to Hell, he can embark on the journey to find Tang Nian.

Ever since he came to this city of killing, his concern and worry for Tang Nian was like a taut string, constantly tugging at his heart, causing him to toss and turn every night and unable to fall asleep.

Now that he finally saw a glimmer of hope, how could he not feel ecstatic?

At this moment, Tang San's eyes inadvertently swept across the audience.

In an instant, all the sounds seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand, and the originally noisy scene instantly became silent.

Over the past few days, the terrifying strength and ruthless style displayed by Shura God on the field have left a deep shadow on everyone present.

In their eyes, King Shura was a merciless demon who could kill them at any time and place, putting them to death without mercy, and might even use that heavy hammer to smash their heads as easily as smashing watermelons.

Therefore, most people in the Slaughter City kept a respectful distance from this terrifying Shura King, and tried to stay as far away from him as possible. However, there are always exceptions...

That is Hu Liena.

"Congratulations, young King Shura."

When the low voice that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss suddenly sounded, Tang San suddenly felt as if every bone in his body was under a tremendous pressure, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

In a flash, his originally ruddy complexion turned as pale as white paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

You know, since Tang San stepped into this killing city filled with blood and death, he has never felt such a terrifying pressure. The feeling that he might be easily crushed to death at any time and anywhere made him involuntarily surge with a deep fear and powerlessness in his heart.

Tang San endured the severe pain in his body, raised his head with difficulty, and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a blood-red figure like a ghost floating in the air. A thick blood mist was spreading around the figure, making it difficult to see its true face. But just the breath emitted by the figure made the whole space tremble.

"The King of Killing! The King of Killing! The King of Killing!" The people in the audience were shouting madly. They were shouting at the top of their lungs and their voices were hoarse, but there was no sign of stopping. At this moment, they had completely lost their minds, and there was only infinite fanaticism and admiration for the King of Killing in their eyes.

Tang San could clearly feel the endless and powerful oppression from the King of Slaughter. He had only experienced this feeling when he faced his father Tang Hao.

However, even the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who were all at the same Titled Douluo level, had never brought him such a strong sense of oppression.

It seems that the King of Slaughter is very strong, as strong as Tang Hao, or even stronger than Tang Hao. After realizing this, Tang San became more defensive.

"Please welcome the messenger from hell." When the low voice of the King of Killing sounded again, another door opened and it was Hu Liena who walked out.

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly. If he guessed correctly, Hu Liena had won a hundred victories just like him, and the two of them could enter the road to hell together.

Sure enough, the next moment the King of Killing spoke.