Chapter 67: The Dignified Clear Sky Douluo Turns Tail and Runs? The Water Is Too Deep—We Can't Handle It!
"Damn it—those damned, persistent bastards from Spirit Hall again!"
Tang Hao's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
His brows knitted tightly, a trace of annoyance and vigilance flashing through his eyes.
He truly hadn't expected Spirit Hall's pursuers to lock onto his position so precisely again—and to arrive this fast!
What was even more troublesome was that it was those two old rivals, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
A pair whose coordination was flawless and whose tactics were notoriously hard to deal with.
Yue Guan's yin–yang, mocking tone, and Gui Mei's ghostlike, elusive methods—Tang Hao was far too familiar with them.
Damn it—whatever he feared most came true!
The Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were practically his natural enemies.
'After all these years, they're still like dogskin plaster—can't shake them off no matter what.'
Tang Hao cursed inwardly while rapidly weighing the situation before him.
That old injury of his had never fully healed. Every time he fought, it restricted his movements and abilities.
If it were one-on-one against either of them, he wouldn't fear it in the slightest—he was even confident he could win.
But the problem was that these two never played fair.
At the slightest provocation, they would pull out that disgusting move—the Polar Stillness Domain.
A martial soul fusion technique capable of briefly freezing space itself—troublesome as hell!
He could break it, but doing so would aggravate his old injuries. Completely not worth it.
Right now, the wisest choice was absolutely not to clash head-on.
"Tang Hao, I advise you to stop struggling in vain."
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's hoarse, low voice rang out, like it came from the depths of the underworld, carrying a chilling coldness.
Black mist slowly surged around him, sealing off all possible escape routes.
"The Pope has already issued a strict order. This time, you must be captured—dead or alive."
"Hmph! What a big mouth you have!"
Tang Hao snorted heavily, his voice filled with disdain and arrogance.
His lightning-sharp gaze swept over Yue Guan and Gui Mei's positions, and a decision was instantly made.
"Capture me, Tang Hao? That depends on whether you have the ability!"
Before the words had even finished—
He suddenly stomped down without any warning!
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet exploded into a massive crater, rubble flying everywhere.
Borrowing the recoil, Tang Hao shot out like an arrow released from the bowstring!
Not charging in to fight—
But bolting headlong into the depths of the forest in the opposite direction, without even looking back!
Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Running away?
To Tang Hao, that was never a disgrace.
A true man knows when to bend and when to stand.
Knowing full well his condition was poor, yet still forcing a death match—that would be stupidity.
His most urgent priority now was to preserve himself and fully recover his hidden injuries.
Not to fight over a moment of pride.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.
"Trying to run?! Delusional!"
Yue Guan raised his thin brows. The fake smile on his face vanished, replaced by icy killing intent.
He exchanged a glance with Gui Mei. No words were needed.
Their figures instantly turned into two blurred streaks of light—one yellow, one black—chasing Tang Hao's back at full speed!
The three Titled Douluo moved faster than the naked eye could track, disappearing into the dense, gloomy forest in the blink of an eye.
All that remained was devastation at the scene.
The terrifying soul power fluctuations lingering in the air made one's heart tremble, refusing to settle for a long time.
…
Only after confirming that those three dreadful auras had completely vanished—
And could no longer be sensed at all—
Did Zhao Wuji and Flender, slumped on the ground, finally dare to breathe again?
"Huff—hah—huff—"
They looked like they'd just been fished out of water, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe. Their clothes clung tightly to their skin, feeling icy cold.
Their hearts still pounded wildly in their chests, as if they were about to burst.
Those few short minutes had been like repeatedly hopping at the gates of hell—scared half to death.
"Oh my god… they finally left…"
Flender shakily raised his hand and wiped the incessant sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. His voice was still trembling.
He felt that his legs were still weak, completely lacking strength.
"Old Zhao, you really snatched your life back from the King of Hell this time."
He looked at Zhao Wuji beside him, lingering fear written all over his face.
"If those two from Spirit Hall hadn't arrived at just the right time and diverted Tang Hao's attention, you'd probably have been finished here today."
"Even if you didn't die, you'd have been crippled."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji's face twisted into a bitter expression. He forced a smile uglier than crying.
He rubbed his bald head, which was also slick with cold sweat.
"I… how the hell was I supposed to know?"
His voice was dry, filled with helplessness and grievance.
"That Tang San looked completely ordinary—his martial soul was just Blue Silver Grass! Who the hell would've thought his father was Tang Hao, that killing god?!"
This was a pure, unprovoked disaster—misfortune falling from the sky.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he couldn't help muttering,
"And that Tang Hao is way too unreasonable! Can't even take a loss!"
A dignified Titled Douluo, coming in the dead of night for revenge just because his son was beaten during an entrance test?
He could swear he hadn't gone hard on Tang San at all—everything was within normal sparring limits.
In fact, when facing Lin Qingmo, he had even used strength beyond a Soul King's level.
This level of doting was utterly ridiculous—no demeanor of a senior expert whatsoever.
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Watch what you say!"
Flender was so scared he hurriedly looked around and lowered his voice, his face turning pale.
"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse—even with Spirit Hall hunting him down, Tang Hao is still a genuine Titled Douluo. To him, crushing us would be no harder than crushing a few ants!"
"If those words of yours somehow reach his ears, next time he won't just come to scare you."
Zhao Wuji curled his lips, a hint of defiance flashing across his face.
But more than that, it was a relief at surviving the ordeal.
After catching his breath, his courage seemed to recover a little.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
He snorted.
Though his volume was lower, his tone was still dismissive.
"Dean, you saw it too. He's being chased all over the world by Spirit Hall like a homeless dog, hiding everywhere just to survive. He can barely protect himself—how would he still have time to trouble me?"
As he spoke, even he found the situation ironic and shook his head.
"Heh, thinking about it, this is really absurd."
"Back then, I pissed off Spirit Hall and ran all the way here. Who would've thought that today, it'd be Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo who indirectly saved my life?"
"This damn… fate really knows how to toy with people…"
He laughed at himself, his emotions mixed beyond words.
Flender could only let out a deep sigh, speechless.
What Zhao Wuji said might've been crude, but it was true.
Tang Hao's current situation was clearly extremely dire, being watched closely by Spirit Hall.
Who told him to go smash Spirit Hall's branch halls for no reason?
"No matter what, this matter is over for now."
Flender struggled to his feet and brushed the dirt and grass off his clothes.
He looked seriously at Zhao Wuji.
"Old Zhao, take my advice. From now on, anything related to Tang San—we should avoid it if we can. If we can stay out of it, stay out of it."
"That kid has Tang Hao standing behind him. His background is far too complicated. The waters are too deep."
"Our little temple can't accommodate such a great Buddha, nor can we afford the trouble. Don't invite disaster upon ourselves."
Seeing Tang Hao's attitude today, Flender decided that from now on, he would treat Tang San as just another ordinary student.
And avoid getting too deeply involved.
"Got it, got it—stop nagging."
Zhao Wuji staggered to his feet and waved his fan-sized hand impatiently.
But deep apprehension was evident in his eyes.
After tonight's fright—
No matter what, he could no longer bring himself to like that freshman named Tang San.
He even felt a vague sense of aversion.
That kid was practically a walking trouble magnet—a source of calamity!
He cursed inwardly.
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