96Chapter 96 Dark Hummingbird
"team leader!"
"Wulin!"
At this moment, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan's voices rang out at the same time.
They had obviously been invited by the Tang Sect as well, and were now walking quickly towards them with confusion and vigilance on their faces.
Seeing Tang Wulin's painful expression and the two Tang Clan envoys outside the door, Xie Xie's eyes became fierce, and he subconsciously placed his hand on the handle of the Light Dragon Dagger.
"Captain, you've been invited too?" Xie Xie glanced at the two envoys, his hostility undisguised. Xu Xiaoyan worriedly supported Tang Wulin's slightly trembling arm.
"Yes." Tang Wulin nodded with difficulty, trying hard to suppress the excruciating pain in his body and the roar of his mind. "I refuse."
"We refused too." Xu Xiaoyan said in a low voice.
The two Tang Clan envoys' expressions instantly darkened. The leader's eyes flashed with a sinister gleam, and his tone lost its earlier calmness.
"Refuse? Tang Wulin, you need to think carefully. If you reject the Tang Sect's kindness, you might miss out on something that could change your life..."
"Get out of here!"
A roar suddenly tore through the air, carrying with it an extremely cold and frosty sword energy, like a roaring ice dragon, crashing into the two Tang Clan envoys.
The violent sword energy tore a huge gap in the wall of the dormitory corridor, and ice crystals splashed everywhere.
The two envoys' faces changed drastically. Their spirit rings flashed in a hurry and they worked together to set up defenses. However, they were still shocked by the sudden and murderous sword and their blood was boiling. They flew backwards in embarrassment.
Tang Wulin and the other two looked in horror, only to see Wu Changkong's figure at the end of the corridor, looking like a blood-soaked Shura.
His originally spotless white clothes were now stained with large patches of glaring scarlet, and a wound on his left shoulder that was so deep that the bone could be seen was still oozing blood.
The exquisite ice-blue battle armor covering his body, the breastplate and arm armor were covered with criss-crossing cracks and charred burn marks, obviously he had experienced an extremely brutal fight.
The Sky Frost Sword he held tightly in his hand was humming continuously, emitting a cold light that almost froze the soul, and his ice-blue eyes, burning with a rage that could burn everything, were fixed on the two envoys who were shocked back.
"Threatening a group of children, forcing them to join?" Wu Zhangkong's voice trembled slightly with extreme anger, and every word was like ice shards bursting from between his teeth. "Is this the current rule of the Tang Sect? Is this what you call kindness?"
"Teacher Wu!" Tang Wulin and the other two cried out in shock, their hearts instantly rising to their throats.
Wu Changkong's current condition is obviously at the end of his strength!
How is that possible?
The teacher is the strongest person in Donghai College. At such a young age, he has already reached the level of an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. In such a big Donghai City, who can beat him like this?
Soon, the answer became known.
"Hmph, rules?"
A colder and more sarcastic voice came from the broken corridor ceiling.
Three figures emitting terrifying soul power fluctuations descended silently like heavy lead clouds, forming a triangle and surrounding the blood-soaked Wu Changkong in the middle.
The overwhelming pressure from the Titled Douluo was like a tangible tsunami, instantly filling the entire space and nearly suffocating Tang Wulin and the other two.
If it weren't for Wu Changkong's protection, they would have probably thought he had fainted.
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a haggard face and eyes as sinister as a hawk:
"Wu Zhangkong, the one who broke the rules and repeatedly obstructed the Tang Clan's mission is you!"
"Surrender and you might suffer less."
Wu Zhangkong's knuckles turned white from the force he exerted on his sword-holding hand, and his soul power was nearly exhausted from the previous breakout. Facing the three Titled Douluos who were ready to strike and eyeing him covetously, a sense of cold despair quietly spread.
But his straight spine did not bend at all, and the cold light of the Sky Frost Sword became even brighter.
Behind him are his students.
There is no possibility of retreat.
"If you want to touch my students, ask my sword first."
Wu Zhangkong said in a decisive tone, with a sense of destruction, and the ice-blue soul power burned again regardless of the consequences, even if the price was to completely shatter his meridians.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with murderous intent:
"He's stubborn. Take him down."
The spirit rings of the three Titled Douluo lit up at the same time, destructive energy fluctuations condensed in an instant, and the shadow of death suddenly enveloped them!
The next moment, a very subtle buzzing sound, sharp enough to penetrate the soul, sounded without warning.
"Buzz."
A slender shadow, as black as ink and so fast that it was beyond the limit of visual capture, appeared in front of the middle-aged man without any warning, like a thorn of death shot from the deepest part of hell.
"What?!" The middle-aged man was almost frightened to death by this sudden change, and his protective soul power exploded in response to the stress.
"Sizzle!"
The black shadow ignored the powerful soul power defense and easily penetrated and tore through it.
A dazzling ball of blood suddenly exploded on the middle-aged man's chest. He didn't even have time to let out a scream. His body was hit head-on as if by a battering ram. He flew backwards like a cannonball and smashed through several walls. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared silently in the space at the center of the inky ripples.
Two figures stepped out from it.
The leader was tall and thin, wearing a pitch-black robe that seemed to absorb all light.
On the tip of his right index finger, there was a thumb-sized hummingbird shadow hovering. It was pitch black, but it exuded a heart-pounding aura of destruction and ominousness.
A drop of bright red blood was slowly dripping from the tip of the hummingbird's beak.
Beside him was Long Bing, whose face was filled with anxiety and tears in his eyes.
"Changkong!"
Long Bing saw Wu Zhangkong's tragic bloody state and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
The person next to him is none other than the current branch master of the Spirit Pagoda in Donghai City, Super Douluo, Dark Hummingbird, and Dragon Owl.
He is also Long Bing's father.
He slowly raised his head, and in the shadow under his hood, two eyes as dark and cold as the abyss, without any human emotion, slowly swept over the remaining two Tang Sect Titled Douluo who looked as pale as if struck by lightning.
"Tang Sect..." A hoarse, dry voice, like the sound of metallic friction, rang out. Every syllable carried a bone-chilling chill and a suffocating, terrifying pressure. "What a powerful and imposing person! How dare you touch the people of the Spirit Pagoda? And even my son-in-law?"
The moment the words fell, the entire corridor, no, the entire sky above Donghai College, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, sticky darkness.
The two Titled Douluo felt an irresistible fear that came from the instinct of life gripping their hearts, and even the soul power in their bodies seemed to be frozen and annihilated.
Such pure dark attribute!
At Long Xiao's fingertips, the tiny hummingbird phantom gently flapped its wings.
"Dark Hummingbird, your evil spirit is clearly a genuine evil spirit master. The Spirit Pagoda actually protects you and allows you to become the branch tower master. It's really disgusting."
Several other Titled Douluo couldn't help but say.