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

Following Tang Lan's roar, the light of the Tyrant Wind-Eating Thorn burst out instantly.
It was like a blazing sun exploding in an instant, releasing an incomparably dazzling light and extremely scorching energy.

The light instantly dispersed those black ghosts with overwhelming force. Under the illumination of the light, those ghosts
Just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, it quickly melted and turned into wisps of black smoke, dissipating into the void.

When Ghost Douluo saw this, his expression turned extremely ugly. His facial features were twisted together with extreme shock and anger, and he looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

He never imagined that Tang Lan's second soul skill would have such astonishing power that it could compete with the ninth soul skill that he had always been proud of and believed to be extremely powerful.

The people watching the battle were all deeply shocked by Tang Lan's unimaginable strength.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, their eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets, and their mouths opened wide, as if they were cast under a spell.
Staring blankly at Tang Lan,

My heart was filled with awe and admiration for him, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

Xingchen Douluo's eyes widened with disbelief.

His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets, his mouth was slightly open, and he was speechless for a long time.
The whole person is like a petrified sculpture.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's hands kept shaking, and the shaking became more and more intense, as if they were out of control.
He murmured to himself:
"This... How is this possible... This is completely beyond my imagination. It is simply unbelievable."

Tang Ya covered her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes. Those were tears of excitement and surprise, swirling in her eye sockets.

Her voice trembled with excitement, and even had a hint of tears in it:
"Tang Lan... He is so powerful... I never thought he could have such amazing strength."

Ma Xiaotao's eyes were filled with fanatical admiration.

That gaze was like a burning flame, hot and intense.

She clenched her fists tightly, the veins on her arms bulged, and shouted loudly:

"Tang Lan, you are our hero! You are our eternal pride!"

Her voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with endless passion.

Jiang Nannan stared at Tang Lan blankly, the expression on her face seemed to still be stuck in that thrilling moment just now.
It took a long time to recover. Her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured softly:

"Is this Tang Lan's strength... It's incredible... It's so extraordinary and powerful that it's unbelievable."

A surprised smile bloomed on Yu'er's face, that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving.

She jumped up excitedly, waving her hands in the air and shouting:

"I know that Brother Tang Lan can do it! He never lets us down!"

Ice Bear Douluo and Time Douluo looked at each other and saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Ice Bear Douluo couldn't help but sigh:

"This boy has a promising future and will surely become famous all over the continent! His talent and potential are rare in the world. If he is trained, he will surely become a legend."

Time Douluo nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Tang Lan, his eyes full of expectation and approval:
"His performance today is enough to prove his talent and potential. In time, he will be able to stand at the top of this continent and become a respected person." Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear and launched the final attack on Ghost Douluo.

The soul power in his body was like a burning flame, blazing, and the surging power seemed to devour everything around it. The momentum was as majestic as the tide, one wave higher than the other. Tang Lan's eyes were as firm as a rock, without the slightest hesitation or retreat, and there was only persistence and determination to win in his deep eyes. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, stepping on the ground, causing a slight tremor, and then tiny cracks appeared on the ground, spreading to the surroundings.

The Overlord Spear flashed a dazzling light in his hand, and the light was dazzling, like a bright star descending to the earth. Wherever the tip of the spear pointed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the prelude to death was playing. At the same time, a layer of mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the spear body, shining with strange light, like an ancient curse awakening.

As Tang Lan exerted his strength, a stream of blazing flames gushed out from the tip of the Overlord Spear. The flames twisted like a mad dragon, as if they were going to burn everything to ashes. Wherever the flames passed, the space was slightly distorted, as if it could not withstand the terrifying high temperature.

Tang Lan shouted: "Ghost Shadow Douluo, today is the day of your end!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky and making everyone's eardrums buzz.

His figure flashed and instantly turned into a stream of light. His speed was so fast that a series of afterimages were left behind him.

He rushed towards Ghost Douluo, and wherever he passed, the wind was whistling and sand and rocks were flying.

Seeing this, Ghost Shadow Douluo showed a look of despair and fear on his face.

His expression was distorted beyond recognition, and his eyes were filled with fear.

But he still tried to make a final resistance, which was his last dignity and stubbornness as a Douluo.

He tried desperately to mobilize the little soul power left in his body, which was like a candle in the wind, weak and unstable.

His hands were shaking as he tried to condense a defensive shield to block Tang Lan's powerful attack.

However, Tang Lan's attack was unstoppable.

The Overlord Spear, with its indestructible power, stabbed straight at Ghost Shadow Douluo.

The power contained in the tip of the gun seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and the powerful pressure made Ghost Shadow Douluo almost unable to breathe.

The scorching flames instantly devoured Ghost Shadow Douluo's defensive shield, and the shield melted instantly under the burning flames, like thin ice encountering the scorching sun.

At this critical moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at this moment that would decide victory or defeat.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world seemed to be left with only Tang Lan and Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Shadow Douluo looked at Tang Lan, who was coming with the power to destroy the world, and was terrified to the extreme.
He desperately called for help from Ghost Scythe Douluo and Star Douluo:

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"

His voice was filled with fear and despair. It was trembling and crying, as if it was the last cry squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

His original arrogance and domineering attitude had now disappeared, replaced by endless panic.

There was no longer any arrogance or self-conceit in his eyes, only a deep fear of death. (End of this chapter)