Chapter 13 Tang Hao's Attack
Lan Minghua wasn't surprised, and was even getting impatient.
But if you tell me to leave, and I just go, wouldn't I lose face?
He didn't even change his posture, continuing to drink his wine.
Outside the window, Tang Hao sensed Lan Minghua's inaction, his steps faltering as he turned, veins bulging on his forehead.
"How dare he! How dare he ignore me!"
A titled Douluo, yet he couldn't even be swayed by a mere Soul Saint.
If word got out, how could he face anyone!
"I was going to spare your life, to make you a dog for my mistress. Since you're so ungrateful, then die!"
Tang Hao was furious, his face as dark as a storm cloud, his killing intent seeming to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees.
Not afraid of being discovered, he took a step forward, like a black lightning bolt.
Inside the room, Lan Minghua sensed Tang Hao's movement, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
He dared to take that calamity for Zhao Wuji, so he wasn't afraid of Tang Hao.
"System, give me Lan Minghua's peak experience card."
For every 10% increase in role-playing progress, he would receive one Lan Minghua peak combat power experience card for one hour.
Currently at over 30% progress, he had three experience cards.
This was Lan Minghua's confidence; he didn't even consider Tang Hao a threat.
[Ding, Lan Minghua's peak experience card used, two remaining.]
[Remaining countdown: 59 minutes 59 seconds.]
In an instant, an incomparably powerful force surged through Lan Minghua's body like a burst dam.
In that instant, the entire world changed in his eyes.
Previously unable to clearly perceive Tang Hao's movements, they now became slow and clear.
Tang Hao, running wildly, felt a pang of fear, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.
He rushed into the room, throwing a punch, intending to smash Lan Minghua's head.
The wind from the punch howled, instantly sucking the air out of the room, making it suffocating.
However, Lan Minghua simply raised his hand and grabbed Tang Hao's fist. With a
deafening
boom, the wooden wall behind Lan Minghua shattered from the force of the punch.
Lan Minghua's hair whipped wildly, his clothes fluttering, but he didn't retreat an inch.
"How is this possible? He actually blocked my full-force attack!"
Tang Hao's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
His mouth gaped open in shock, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.
Zhao Wuji and Flander, both heavy drinkers, sensed the disturbance and immediately used their soul power to dispel their drunkenness, standing up.
"What happened?!"
They looked closely and saw Lan Minghua confronting the mysterious black-robed man.
Zhao Wuji was furious, his soul power surging, seven soul rings appearing.
"Dare to touch someone from Shrek Academy? You're courting death!"
But as he prepared to rush forward to attack the black-robed man, a strange phenomenon occurred.
Terrifying soul power seemed to burst through the room, and nine soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red—appeared simultaneously.
"A...a Title Douluo?!"
Zhao Wuji's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his body stiffening on the spot.
Flander pushed up his glasses, looking at the outline of the face under the black robe, and seemed to realize something.
Instead of stepping forward, he took a step back, not wanting to get involved.
Lan Minghua noticed Flander's action, a hint of disdain appearing on his lips.
Zhao Wuji didn't retreat, though it was unclear whether he was too frightened to move or wanted to help.
But he was still better than Flander, at least in Lan Minghua's eyes. After all
, Flander had treated him to a meal and promised to help him through this ordeal.
So, naturally, he couldn't let Zhao Wuji get hurt.
"Old Zhao, you should go back. You can't help with this level of battle."
Lan Minghua waved his hand lightly, sending Zhao Wuji out of the room, then turned to look mockingly at Tang Hao, who was struggling to throw a punch. "Sneaking in at night instead of sleeping? You're not some wanted criminal, are you? After all, only desperate criminals act like this."
Hearing the word "wanted criminal," Tang Hao's eyes instantly bloodshot, his killing intent blazing.
"You, die!"
Driven by this frenzied killing intent, his other arm suddenly exerted force, carrying a whistling wind, and slammed towards Lan Minghua's head like a cannonball.
The wind from the punch howled, tearing the air in the room with a hissing sound.
Lan Minghua had anticipated this. The instant Tang Hao's fist struck, his eyes sharpened, the cold light intensifying.
His right leg, moving faster than the punch itself, struck upwards like a swift spear, whistling through the air, striking Tang Hao's jaw.
The force of the kick was immense; a sharp explosion seemed to echo in the air.
At such close range, Tang Hao had no time to defend himself.
"Crack!"
In an instant, his jaw shattered under the kick, teeth and blood splattering from his mouth.
Lan Minghua didn't choose to smash his head open, lest he get splattered with blood.
Releasing his grip on Tang Hao, he exerted force a second time with his foot.
Tang Hao's body was like a cannonball launched from a giant cannon, crashing straight through the house and uncontrollably shooting into the sky.
With a deafening roar, the house crumbled like paper under his impact, a huge hole instantly punched in the roof.
Lan Minghua didn't intend to let Tang Hao off so easily. His body blazed with golden light, and he suddenly rose into the air.
Instantly, wood chips flew everywhere, and the gust of wind caused the already crumbling house to collapse with a roar.
Flander was dumbfounded, never expecting Lan Minghua to be so powerful.
That man was no match for him.
Didn't that mean Lan Minghua was at least a Title Douluo!
Zhao Wuji witnessed an astonishing scene, his eyes widening instantly, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
His jaw drooped uncontrollably, as if an invisible force was pulling it down.
His mouth opened wide, forming an exaggerated "O" shape, large enough to fit an ostrich egg.
He stood frozen in place, his mind blank.
Lan Minghua had actually sent a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year spirit ring flying!
And it wasn't over yet. Lan Minghua rose like the sun, illuminating the dimly lit Soto City like daytime.
Tang Hao had no time to wail; he felt a pressure from Lan Minghua even more terrifying than Qian Daoliu's.
Killing God Domain!
Haotian True Body!
100,000-year spirit ring, detonated!
To survive, Tang Hao detonated his wife's spirit ring as well.
In an instant, golden and red beams of light clashed in the air, one above the other.
Strange phenomena appeared in the heavens and earth; a gale arose, and the sleeping Shrek Academy members awoke.
Appearing outside the dormitory, Tang San was horrified by the strange phenomenon in the sky.
His pupils shrank to pinpoints when he saw the crimson Dharma Image .
That was his father!
Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, trembled with fear at the overwhelming soul power, crouching on the ground and covering her ears.
Lan Minghua had anticipated Tang Hao's desperate act, but he hadn't expected him to be willing to destroy his 100,000-year soul ring.
Tang Hao's aura was menacing, his eyes wide with rage, radiating a chilling majesty.
The crimson Dharma Image raised the Clear Sky Hammer in its hand, which grew larger at an astonishing speed.
The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this powerful force.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Tang Hao controlled the Dharma Image, slamming the Clear Sky Hammer down.
The Clear Sky Hammer tore through the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if to suppress everything.
However, such terrifying power did not cause a ripple in Lan Minghua's eyes.
His right hand formed a claw, shimmering with golden light.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
(End of Chapter)
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