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

Time Douluo continued to speak, his expression extremely serious, his brows tightly knitted together, forming a deep "Chuan".

There was deep worry in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the terrible battle to come.

Douluo took a deep breath and continued:

"This martial soul fusion technique is extremely powerful. It is said that once used, it can activate the power of heaven and earth, causing everything around it to fall into chaos."

"There was once a level 97 titled Douluo who suffered a big loss in a battle with them."

His voice trembled slightly, obviously he was deeply in awe of the strength of these two Douluo.

After Tang Ya heard this, her pretty face instantly lost all color, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear:

"What can we do? Don't we have no chance of winning?"

Jiang Nannan's body swayed involuntarily, her hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, and her voice had a hint of crying:

"How could this happen? Do we really want to... today?"

Yu'er slumped down on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, and murmured to herself:

"It's over, everything is over."

Ma Xiaotao's face also became extremely ugly.

But she quickly bit her lip and forced herself to calm down.

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

Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo said in unison:

"Tang Lan, you are so proud!"

Star Douluo's cold voice echoed in the air,

His narrow eyes flashed with contempt, like two icy rays of light shooting straight at Tang Lan.

"This time, we actually let three of our titled Douluo come to kill you!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo continued,

His voice seemed to come from the underworld, eerie and full of oppression.

His ferocious face looked even more distorted at this moment, as if an evil spirit from hell was roaring.

"You are proud enough even if you die!"

Star Douluo spoke again, with a cruel smile on his lips.

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

"Three titled Douluo killed a second-level soul master. If I tell you this, the entire Douluo Continent will probably be shocked."

"How can you, a little second-ring soul master, allow us to mobilize our troops like this?"

"But today is your day of death. You are destined to become a ghost under our reputation. How can our reputation be tarnished by ants like you?"

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

"But since there is an order from above, you can't even think about escaping this inevitable fate."

"Your existence is just like an ant in our eyes, we can easily crush it to death."

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

Their words were like an icy cold wind, blowing through the hearts of everyone present, making people 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 strong wind roared around him, making his clothes rustle, but there was no fear on his face.

His face was as calm as water, as if the threatening words were just an innocuous breeze.

He straightened his spine, like a pine tree standing proudly on the top of a mountain, with a straight and resolute posture.

His eyes were like torches, burning with unyielding flames without any intention of shrinking.

He faced the oppressive gazes of Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo straightly.

There was no dodge or fear in his eyes.

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if they were also suppressed by the battle that was about to break out.

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

"Hmph, it is indeed a rare thing for three titled Douluo to team up to deal with me, a second-level great soul master."

His voice was steady and powerful, with a firm sarcasm, and it reached everyone's ears clearly in the strong wind.

"But this only shows your cowardice and incompetence."

Tang Lan raised his head slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

"As titled Douluo, you should have the pride and dignity of the strong, but now you bully the smaller ones with more, which is really shameful."

"What you call strength is just relying on numbers to cover up your inner cowardice."

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

"Besides, it would be too fanciful for just three titled Douluo to want to kill me!"

Tang Lan shouted loudly,

His words were loud and reverberated in the air.

At this time, there was lightning and thunder, adding a thrilling momentum to his words.

Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo were furious when they heard Tang Lan's unreasonable words.

Xingchen Douluo's face instantly became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from his face.

His eyes, which were already filled with coldness, now shot out with a fierce light like a sharp sword.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare you be so arrogant!"

At this time, the dark clouds that were originally moving slowly in the sky seemed to be suddenly stirred up by an invisible big hand, surging up crazily and pressing darkly toward the ground.

Ghost Scythe Douluo was trembling with anger, his ferocious face became more and more distorted, and he roared furiously:

"You ignorant ant is simply seeking your own death!"

The ghost sickle in his hand seemed to feel the anger of its owner, emitting bursts of gloomy aura.

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

The air around them seemed to be frozen because of their anger, and the oppressive atmosphere made it almost suffocating.

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

The sand and stones on the ground seemed to be pressed into the ground under this heavy pressure,

The trees in the distance seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible big hands, and the branches creaked, as if groaning in pain.

"Do you think that this time, you can save your life by relying on Time and Ice Bear, two Titled Douluo?"

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

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

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

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

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

"We know everything here, and every possible situation is within our expectations."

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

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

His words echoed in the air, as if it was a judgment from hell, cold and ruthless. (End of this chapter)