Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Time Douluo continued to speak, his expression was extremely serious, his brows were tightly furrowed together, forming a deep "Chuan" character.

His eyes revealed deep worry, as if he had foreseen the terrible battle that was about to come.

Douluo took a deep breath and continued:
"This martial soul fusion technique is extremely powerful. It is said that once it is performed, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth and plunge everything around it into chaos."

"There was once a Level 97 Title Douluo who suffered a great loss in a fight with them."

His voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he had a deep respect for the strength of these two Douluo.

After Tang Ya heard this, the color instantly disappeared from her pretty face. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear:
"What should we do? Don't we have no chance of winning?"

Jiang Nannan's body shook involuntarily, her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, and her voice was filled with tears:
"How could this happen? Are we really going to..."

Yu'er collapsed on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, muttering to herself:

"It's over, everything is over."

Ma Xiaotao's face also turned extremely ugly.
But she quickly bit her lip and calmed herself down.

He said loudly: "Don't panic! It's not the last moment yet, we can't just give up like this!"

Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo spoke in unison:

"Tang Lan, you are such a big shot!"

The cold voice of Xingchen Douluo echoed in the air.

There was a gleam of contempt in his narrow eyes, like two cold rays shooting straight at Tang Lan.

"This time, you actually let three of us, the Titled Douluo, come and kill you!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo continued,

His voice sounded like it came from the underworld, eerie and terrifying, with a strong sense of oppression.

His hideous face looked even more distorted at this moment, as if a demon from hell was roaring.

"You can be proud of yourself even if you die!"

Xingchen Douluo spoke again, with a cruel smile on his face.

There was no warmth in that smile, only endless murderous intent.

"Three Title Douluo killed a second-ring Great Spirit Master. If this gets out, I'm afraid the entire Douluo Continent will be shocked."

"You are just a mere second-ring spirit master. How can you deserve such a big fuss from us?"

"But today is the day of your death. You are destined to become a ghost under our great name. How can we allow an ant like you to sully our great name."

Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly and added: "Yes, this is simply an insult to us."

"But since the order has been issued, you can't escape this inevitable death."

"Your existence is nothing more than an ant in our eyes. We can crush you to death at any time."

"Your insignificant soul power is like a candle in the wind in front of us, vulnerable to a single blow."

Their words were like a cold wind, blowing through the hearts of everyone present and making them shudder.

The air around them seemed to freeze because of their words, and the heavy pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.

When Tang Lan heard this, the wind whistled around him, making his clothes rustle, but there was no fear on his face.

His face was as calm as water, as if these threatening words were just a breeze that did not cause any harm.

He straightened his back, like a pine tree standing proudly on the top of a mountain, his posture upright and resolute.

His eyes were like torches, burning with an unyielding flame, with no intention of retreating.
He faced the oppressive gazes of Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo directly.

There was no evasion or fear in his eyes. At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it was also suppressing the upcoming battle.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer:

"Humph, three Title Douluo teamed up to deal with a second-ring Great Spirit Master like me. This is indeed a rare thing."

His voice was steady and powerful, with a firm sarcasm, and it was clearly heard by everyone in the strong wind.

"But this only shows your cowardice and incompetence."

Tang Lan raised her head slightly, her eyes full of contempt.

"As Titled Douluo, you should have the pride and dignity that belongs to the strong, but now you are bullying the weak with your numbers. It is really shameful."

"Your so-called strength is nothing more than relying on numbers to cover up your inner cowardice."

The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly under his momentum.

"Besides, just three Title Douluo want to kill me. This is too fantastic!"

Tang Lan shouted loudly,

His words were powerful and echoed in the air.

At this moment, the lightning and thunder added a thrilling momentum to his words.

When Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo heard Tang Lan's ignorant words, they were immediately furious.

Xingchen Douluo's face suddenly became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.
His eyes, which were already filled with coldness, now emitted a fierce light like a sharp sword.

He gritted his teeth and said:
"How dare you be so arrogant, you ignorant boy!"

At this moment, the dark clouds that were originally floating slowly in the sky seemed to be suddenly stirred by an invisible big hand, rolling up wildly and pressing down on the ground darkly.

Ghost Scythe Douluo was so angry that he was shaking all over. His ferocious face became more and more distorted, and he roared like thunder:

"You are a clueless ant, you are simply courting your own death!"

The ghost sickle in his hand seemed to sense the anger of its master, emitting waves of sinister aura.

Wherever that breath reached, the surrounding flowers and plants withered and died instantly.

The air around them seemed to freeze because of their anger, and the oppressive atmosphere made it almost hard to breathe.

The strong wind suddenly stopped, and in the dead silence, only the angry breathing of the two of them could be clearly heard.

Under this heavy pressure, the sand and rocks on the ground seemed to be pressed into the ground.
The trees in the distance seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible big hands, and the branches creaked as if they were groaning in pain.

"Do you think that this time, you can rely on time and Ice Bear, two Title Douluo, to save your life?"

Ghost Scythe Douluo narrowed his eyes, his gaze full of ruthlessness and mockery, and said viciously.

Ghost Scythe Douluo sneered, and his laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder:

"Humph, how naive! Do you really think those two Title Douluo can be your life-saving straw?"

"Today, we dare to come here, of course we have made sufficient preparations."

He raised his head slightly, his expression full of arrogance and pride.

"We know everything here, and we have anticipated every possible situation."

"No matter who is guarding here today, you must die!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo raised his voice again, his voice was like a loud bell, carrying irresistible majesty and determination.

His words echoed in the air, like a sentence from hell, cold and merciless. (End of this chapter)