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"Master, I won't keep you in suspense any longer, I must take this girl with me."
Tang Hao's expression was serious, and his tone was extremely heavy.
"You are no match for me. It's not worth losing your life for a soul beast."
Even the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family wouldn't fight me to the death because of you.
If the first sentence is well-intentioned advice,
What follows is an absolute threat.
Xiao Wu's face was full of anxiety, and she was almost in tears.
"Teacher, run! He's already trying to kill you!"
Tang Hao chuckled and clenched his fist.
A giant hammer, the size of a water tank, appeared in his hand.
One by one, spirit rings rose from beneath their feet.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
When that blood-red spirit ring appeared, an immense pressure suddenly descended.
"Title...Douluo!"
Xiao Wu couldn't bear it and collapsed to her knees.
Before she lost consciousness, it seemed as if a blood moon rose from Ning Chen's body.
"You...you're not a Great Soul Master!"
Tang Hao unleashed all nine of his spirit rings.
Under such immense pressure, even a level 80 Soul Douluo could not withstand it.
But the rumor is that there is only a level 20 master.
This useless member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family
Surprisingly, even under the pressure of his titled Douluo and the Killing God Domain,
He acted like nothing happened... How is that possible?!
However, what shocked Tang Hao was far more than that.
Ning Chen gently raised his hand, and a snow-white longsword appeared beside him.
Immediately afterwards, light burst forth, and one after another, spirit rings flew out.
Red, red, red... red...
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and his jaw almost dropped.
Nine 100,000-year soul rings!
Under this terrifying pressure, the Killing God Domain was as fragile as paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.
Blood seeped from Tang Hao's teeth, as if the entire world was pressing down on him.
Despite his best efforts, Tang Hao was forced to his knees.
Ning Chen held the unconscious Xiao Wu in his arms.
Too lazy to argue with Tang Hao any longer, he said indifferently:
"Get lost, and tell your son to stop bothering me."
Having said that, he kicked Tang Hao in the chest.
The burly, robust figure flew out instantly, like a human-shaped cannonball.
I don't know how far it flew or how many things it smashed before it finally landed in a sorry state.
Tang Hao coughed up a pool of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.
He muttered to himself, still shaken:
"This level of strength is probably around level ninety-five..."
Master... with just one kick, he severely injured me.
"Now that I only have the strength of a level 70 Soul Saint, it seems I need to find a place to recuperate."
He recalled the rumors about the master on the mainland,
Most of the comments were sarcastic and abusive; some said he was trying to marry a woman from his own clan.
Some say he was a born waste, a disgrace to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
But no one could have imagined that he was actually a titled Douluo with terrifying strength!
Moreover, they probably possess twin martial souls...
Tang Hao couldn't help but feel a lingering fear; if the other party had wanted to kill him...
Now I am surely a corpse myself.
"It seems the master doesn't want to kill me!"
After all, I come from the Haotian Sect, which, along with his family, is one of the top three sects.
The elders always have some sense of obligation to carry on the family line.
In that case, could we allow the mistress to continue trying to become his apprentice?
He muttered to himself, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
"This must be the master's painstaking effort,"
Otherwise, why would he only reveal his strength in front of me...?
The more Tang Hao thought about it, the more sense it made, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
If Ning Chen were here, he would be utterly speechless.
Tang Hao and Tang San are truly father and son.
This blind optimism stemming from a sense of self-satisfaction is also consistent with the previous one.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Hao went to Tang San's dormitory and left a letter.
Then he turned and left to find a place to heal his wounds.
Ning Chen returned to his dormitory and placed Xiao Wu on the bed.
He sat down to the side and opened the chat group.
As luck would have it, a system notification sound came through.
"The chat group's activity level has met the standard, and we are now adding new chat group members!"
"To maintain the mystery among group members, real names will not be disclosed this time (for testing purposes)."
"Don't underestimate a young person's potential; join the chat group!"
"The Second Best in the World has joined the chat group!"
"I'll never join a chat group again!"
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"Are there new people here?"
Just as Ning Chen was about to open the chat group,
However, I saw a notification that three new members had joined the group chat.
"Interesting that they're not showing the name directly this time."
A smile appeared on Ning Chen's lips.
This is likely because group chat activity has been relatively low lately.
Chat group systems use this simple and fun method to stimulate the group members' desire to explore.
"Never underestimate a young man's potential... It should be Emperor Yan, Xiao Yan, right?"
In Xiao Yan's world, there are eight great imperial clans, as well as a large number of rare and precious materials and high-level fighting techniques.
These are all things Ning Chen urgently needs.
It's just unknown what level Xiao Yan has reached now.
If he's just a newly debuted "Dou Qi Level 3"...
It probably won't be of much use to Ning Chen either.
If you really want to obtain those imperial family inheritances, you'll need to go there in person.
"But with my current strength, I'm afraid I'm still a step away from becoming a Dou Di."
The world of Doupo is a high-level fantasy world.
The lifespan of a Dou Di can reach ten thousand years, representing the ceiling of combat power in the Doupo world.