Gazing at the figure towering in the air,
Tang Hao didn't reveal Xiao Wu's identity.
His tone made it clear he had no good intentions and looked down on Blue Silver City.
"Finally you showed up."
Near the arena, Zhao Wuji stood up, his eyes piercing the other man, his tone irritating him.
Whether it was the disdain for Blue Silver Academy or the tone of voice that dismissed them as irrelevant,
"Title Douluo, truly impressive! You're Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect, right?"
"Oh, wrong. I should say abandoned disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, a stinking rat who can only hide in the gutter, a dog without a home."
"I never thought you'd stop hiding and come barking in our Blue Silver City!!"
"Is it because you recognize these little guys?"
He wasn't an uninformed man, and easily recognized the other man's identity, the 100,000-year spirit ring, and the Clear Sky Hammer.
Even a blind man can see it clearly.
However, his unruly character makes him destined not to show good face to the enemy easily.
From the time he accepted the dean's mission until now, Zhao Wuji has been holding his breath.
There was no good target before, and now that Tang Hao has appeared, it is also certain who they are going to deal with.
Moreover, Haotian Douluo is quite famous and is worth a fight.
"Acalanatha Zhao Wuji, you are looking for death..."
Tang Hao, who was originally standing in the air of the Wuhun Arena, listened to these words that were meant to hit his heart.
The whole person exuded a cold air and murderous intent, as if it was about to materialize.
He also knew Zhao Wuji, and the other party had made a name for himself.
No matter what, this Zhao Wuji must die.
"Call out everyone."
"You're not the only one looking for death here, are you?"
He didn't even consider Zhao Wuji as his main opponent.
He spoke to the people present with disdain.
Tang Hao's domineering aura permeated the air. He
scanned the entire Wuhun Arena, wanting to dig everyone out.
This Zhao Wuji deserved to die, and the person who was plotting behind the scenes shouldn't live.
He wanted to see how strong the other party was.
"You're so arrogant."
"I hope your strength is also like that."
Zhao Wuji didn't care about anything else.
He quickly burst out his Wuhun, and the eight soul rings of the Soul Douluo appeared.
"Gravity, Hell."
He used all his strength in one move, the eighth soul skill, which was very compatible with the soul skill of his 80,000-year soul beast, and directly entered the Wuhun True Body state.
His already sturdy body grew even bigger, and the mighty King Kong Bear martial spirit enveloped his entire body, with a roar of venting.
When he stretched out his hand, an invisible gravity appeared instantly.
Tang Hao, who was in the air, felt a sense of discomfort.
Above the arena, an invisible gravity distorted the area where Tang Hao was.
"Get down."
Accompanied by Zhao Wuji's loud voice.
Tang Hao's whole body was pressed straight to the ground in the arena.
However, Tang Hao still stood upright, his body upright, relying on his soul power without any hesitation.
The ground he stepped on was cracking quickly, and his legs were inserted into the ground like nails.
This scene surprised Zhao Wuji very much. He knew the power of his soul skills best. Whether
Zhao Wuji is strong or not, he is undoubtedly strong, but it also depends on who he is facing.
Any other being would have been crushed to the ground by Zhao Wuji, unable to even get up. This would have been the case for even a Soul Douluo of the same rank.
Even an ordinary Titled Douluo would have been weakened.
"Not bad, you're worthy enough to give me a massage." He
twisted his neck, looking relaxed, as he faced Tang Hao.
He even swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
In reality, Zhao Wuji's eighth soul skill had indeed caused him physical discomfort
and drained some of his soul power.
"Blue Silver Forest."
And now, Tang Hao wanted to teach the other party a lesson, rendering this powerful King Kong Bear useless.
However, Lan Ke, not far away, had already seized the opportunity to use his soul skill.
A blue silver grass martial spirit, the size of an ancient tree, appeared, and the next moment, a dense swarm of blue silver grass quickly enveloped Tang Hao.
They surrounded him completely.
"Haotian Douluo."
"Flender, take action."
Yu Xiaogang was startled and looked at Flender next to him.
He shouted.
But this was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
Many teachers who had gathered nearby looked at them.
His expression froze.
It wasn't that there were no Soul Saints among them, but they were already evacuating the students, so they didn't seem to be taking action.
"What is going on?"
Flender was confused. The current situation was completely beyond his expectations.
Why did they suddenly start fighting?
Why was he related to Tang Hao and the Haotian Douluo of the Haotian Sect?
If the person who showed up was from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, he wouldn't be so surprised.
"Xiao Gang, what on earth are you hiding from me?"
After figuring out his identity as a student, Flanders looked at Yu Xiaogang.
No wonder the other party noticed something was wrong first. He
even chose to leave the Blue Silver Academy.
It was obviously him who wanted to come.
"It's Tang San, right? There's something wrong with Tang San's identity..."
He didn't guess at Xiao Wu.
But Tang San's last name, plus the appearance of Tang Hao.
He quickly thought of something.
"Yes, Xiao San is Tang Hao's son."
"This Blue Silver Academy may have also become a lackey of the Spirit Hall."
"Are they going to arrest Tang Hao, or threaten him with Xiao San."
"Save him first."
Yu Xiaogang thought about taking his good disciple away.
But now, he was out of their hands.
He didn't have the strength to take action, so he could only look at Flender.
"You, you..."
Tang San is Tang Hao's son?
Flender's expression was stiff.
What kind of trouble did this bring him?
Everyone knows how troublesome this guy Tang Hao is.
Even the Haotian Sect gave up on him and dared not have anything to do with him, directly declaring him an abandoned disciple.
They still took in Tang Hao's son?
But he was a Soul Sage, not a Saint.
While thinking, he looked at Lan Xier and her group not far away.
Now all the Shrek students were in their hands, and most of them had lost consciousness. Only Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were slightly better.
"Hand over the people."
"Little guys, I don't want to attack you..."
He couldn't run away either. Flanders' face was stiff, but he still took action.
He shouted at them.
"Stop talking nonsense, just kill them and take them away."
"They all attacked Tang Hao."
Seeing Lan Ke and Zhao Wuji attacking Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang had no scruples at all.
These words made Flanders want to pry open his brain to see.
But he had to help his brother.
"Sorry."
Flanders wanted to take back all the people from Shrek first.
But just as he said it, he felt his body shouting.
"Oh, kill who?"
A flat voice suddenly appeared and reached his ears.
A crimson gaze suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness, and his spirit power felt a bit out of control.
A chilling feeling sent shivers down his spine.
"Grandpa Great, you're here."
"If you had come later, this Soul Sage would have attacked us."
Lan Xier was the first to notice the presence of the attacker.
Two figures emerged from the upper viewing area and appeared near the arena.
A single glance from one of them caused Flanders, who had been about to attack, to completely wither. Even the seven spirit rings he had just unleashed receded, seemingly nonexistent.
That trembling expression was like prey encountering a high-level hunter, completely subdued.
Flanders could sense the overwhelming mental power without even seeing it; it was a dangerous being.
His entire body was trembling, especially his mind, which gradually became hazy.
After hearing Lan Xier's words, he realized who the opponent was.