Chapter 31: Four Great Titled Douluo Gather! Yu Xiaogang Takes the Blame!
"BOOM—!"
A heaven-shaking explosion resounded, as if the God of Thunder himself had struck a war drum high above the Nine Heavens.
The once-peaceful Nuoding Academy instantly trembled under the terrifying sonic blast.
Glass windows in the teaching buildings shattered with loud crashes, scattering shards everywhere. Countless students and teachers still in class turned pale with fright, scrambling in panic toward the academy's training field.
Above Nuoding City, the previously clear blue sky suddenly churned with violent winds and surging clouds.
Several terrifying figures hovered in the air. Though their appearances could not be clearly seen, the Soul Power fluctuations leaking from their bodies caused the air itself to become thick and viscous.
"W–Wow! Th-that is… are those people flying?!"
Wang Sheng hid behind a pillar beneath the teaching building, eyes wide open, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
"Our tiny Nuoding City… when did such terrifying powerhouses appear?"
"Even the Dean couldn't possibly walk through the air like that, right?"
At this moment, the Dean of Nuoding Academy was already standing atop the highest floor of the administration building.
Staring at the figures in the sky, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his eyes filled with pure terror.
"Flying through the air… that's the mark of a Titled Douluo!"
"And there's more than one!"
"Good heavens… are they planning to tear Nuoding City apart?!"
The Dean could only pray desperately in his heart that these great lords wouldn't start fighting and drag his shabby little academy into disaster.
…
Meanwhile, among the crowd on the training field—
Compared to everyone else's panic and confusion, Lin Yuan appeared exceptionally calm.
He slightly raised his head, and within his eyes, the dual pupils quietly activated.
The once-blurry battlefield high above instantly became crystal clear within his vision.
"Heh. As expected… they've arrived."
A playful smile curled at the corner of Lin Yuan's lips.
In the sky stood the scruffy man clad in a black robe, holding a massive Clear Sky Hammer—none other than Tang Hao.
And facing him were not just the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Aside from those two figures—one feminine and sinister, the other ghostly and elusive—there was unexpectedly another elder holding a snake lance nearly ten feet long, his entire body exuding sharp, murderous intent!
"Yue Guan and Gui Mei… those are Bibi Dong's people."
"As for that lance-wielding one…"
A flash of sharp light passed through Lin Yuan's eyes.
"Snake Lance Douluo—She Long?"
It seems that not only is Bibi Dong getting anxious… even Qian Renxue lurking within the Heaven Dou Crown Prince's residence can no longer sit still.
At this realization, Lin Yuan's heart finally settled.
The appearance of Snake Lance Douluo was solid proof—
Qian Renxue was also a holder of the Diary Copy!
Now things are getting interesting.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue—this "love-hate" mother and daughter pair—had actually dispatched people simultaneously for the same matter.
While Lin Yuan was analyzing the situation—
A pair of icy-cold yet soft hands suddenly clutched tightly around his arm.
"L–Lin Yuan…"
Lin Yuan lowered his head, only to see Xiao Wu trembling as she hid behind him. Her normally rosy, lively little face was deathly pale, completely devoid of its usual energy.
This was fear born from the depths of her soul.
Even with the concealment technique granted by the system ensuring she wouldn't be discovered—
As a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, facing the overwhelming aura released by four Titled Douluo at the same time, the instinctive terror etched into her bloodline was simply impossible to suppress.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Lin Yuan turned his hand and firmly held her cold little fingers.
Feeling the warmth and strength transmitted from his palm, Xiao Wu's panicked heart miraculously calmed a little.
Subconsciously, she leaned closer to Lin Yuan. Only by his side did she feel even a trace of safety.
On the other side—
Tang San was also doing his utmost to circulate the Purple Demon Eyes, trying to discern what was happening in the sky.
However, his Purple Demon Eyes had only just entered the introductory stage; all he could see were a few vague black dots.
"That black-robed man's weapon…"
Tang San frowned deeply, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surging in his heart.
"It looks like… a hammer?"
As for the other three, they were shrouded in the black mist of Ghost Douluo. He couldn't even make out their silhouettes.
…
High above the clouds.
The atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.
Tang Hao stood suspended in midair, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand radiating a dark crimson glow, like a demonic god descending upon the world.
His cold gaze swept across the three figures opposite him, finally settling on the flamboyant face of Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Heh…"
"A chrysanthemum."
"A little ghost."
"And some snake that crawled out from who knows where!"
"All trash!"
Snake Lance Douluo She Long twitched at the corner of his mouth, veins bulging on the hand gripping his spear.
Trash?!
He was a dignified Rank 92 Titled Douluo—and he was being called trash to his face?!
"Tang Hao! Don't be arrogant!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan pinched his orchid fingers together and shrieked sharply:
"Since we dared to come here, we naturally came fully prepared!"
"Fully prepared?"
Tang Hao snorted disdainfully. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand shook violently, causing the air itself to explode.
"I don't know how you learned of my whereabouts."
"But do you really think that the three of you… Can stop me?"
"Have you already forgotten how that old bastard Qian Xunji died back then?!"
BOOM!
Before his words even finished, a blood-red domain filled with killing intent and icy coldness erupted outward from Tang Hao as the center!
Death God Domain!
Immediately after—
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red!
Nine soul rings slowly revolved beneath Tang Hao's feet. Especially the blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring—its terrifying pressure shattered the surrounding clouds on the spot!
But what truly horrified Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others was the Soul Power fluctuation Tang Hao was releasing at this very moment!
Rank 94!
"How is this possible?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo screamed, his delicate face instantly contorting.
"Only six years have passed! How could your cultivation possibly have increased so fast?!"
Back then, although Tang Hao had been ferocious, he was also severely injured.
By all logic, he should have been hiding in some dark corner, nursing his wounds for these past six years.
How could he not only recover—but even advance two whole levels?!
At the level of a Titled Douluo, every single rank was as difficult as ascending the heavens, let alone for someone with severe hidden injuries!
"Could it be… his injuries have fully healed?!"
Even Ghost Douluo's hoarse voice carried a tremor.
If Tang Hao were truly at full strength, then the three of them combined might not even be able to withstand a single hammer strike!
"Yue Guan! She Long! Don't be intimidated by him!"
Ghost Douluo urgently transmitted his voice:
"Below is an academy with many people. We must lure Tang Hao outside the city!"
"Even if his strength has recovered, we're not made of clay! Yue Guan and I still have our Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
Tang Hao, however, had no intention of fighting here either.
After all, Tang San was still down in the academy.
If the aftermath of a battle between a Titled Douluo killed his own son, that would truly be a joke.
Moreover, now was not the time to expose his identity and let Tang San know the truth.
"Want to go outside the city to die?"
"Fine. I'll grant you that."
Tang Hao sneered, his body transforming into a streak of black-and-red light as he shot toward the outskirts of the city.
The three Titled Douluo exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and followed closely behind.
…
As the four terrifying figures disappeared beyond the horizon—
The suffocating pressure weighing on everyone's hearts finally dissipated.
On the training field of Nuoding Academy, a chorus of relieved breaths rang out.
Only Yu Xiaogang, standing in the corner of the crowd—
His face was deathly pale, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
Because at the very instant Tang Hao departed—
A bone-chilling killing intent had crossed a thousand meters of sky and locked onto him with pinpoint precision for a single second!
That was a warning.
And also suspicion!
"It's over…"
Yu Xiaogang swallowed hard, his heart filled with despair.
"How could people from the Spirit Hall know that Tang Hao was here?"
"About Tang Hao being near Nuoding City… I should be the only one who knows. Now that three Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall came knocking, Tang Hao will definitely think I leaked the information!"
Yu Xiaogang felt as if an enormous black pot had been slammed squarely onto his head, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
'What the hell is this?!'
'I didn't do anything at all—I was even thinking about how to help him raise his son!'
'And yet I've been branded a 'traitor' just like that?!'
Wronged!
He felt utterly wronged.
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End of Chapter