Tang Hao's Attack

Chapter 13 Tang Hao's Attack

Lan Minghua was not surprised by this, and was even getting a little impatient.

But if you tell me to go out, and I just have to go out, wouldn't I lose face?

He didn't even change his posture, continuing to drink his wine.

Tang Hao, who was outside the window, sensed that Lan Minghua was not moving. He paused in his steps as he turned around, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"How dare he! How dare he ignore me!"

A titled Douluo, yet he couldn't even command a mere Soul Saint.

If word gets out, how will he ever be able to face the world again!

"I was going to spare your life and make you a dog for my mistress. Since you're so ungrateful, then you might as well die!"

Tang Hao was furious, his face as dark as a storm cloud, and his murderous aura seemed to lower the temperature around him by several degrees.

Not afraid of being discovered, he took a step forward, like a black lightning bolt.

Lan Minghua, who was inside the room, sensed Tang Hao's actions and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

If he dared to take on that calamity for Zhao Wuji, then he wasn't afraid of Tang Hao.

"System, give me the peak experience card for Lanminghua."

For every 10% increase in the role-playing progress, you will receive a one-hour peak combat power experience card for "Rotten Life".

He's currently at about 30% completion of the role-playing phase and has three experience cards.

This is the source of Lan Minghua's confidence; he doesn't even take Tang Hao seriously.

[Beep, the "Rotten Life Peak Experience Card" has been used, two cards remaining.]

[Countdown remaining: 59 minutes and 59 seconds.]

In an instant, an incomparably powerful force surged through Lan Minghua's body like a flood bursting its banks.

In that instant, the whole world seemed to change in his eyes.

Previously, Tang Hao's movements were not clearly perceptible, but now they have become slow and clear.

Tang Hao felt a pang of fear as he ran, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

He rushed into the room and threw a punch, intending to smash Lan Minghua's head open.

The force of the punch was so strong that the air in the room was instantly sucked away, making it feel suffocating.

However, Lan Minghua simply raised his hand and grabbed Tang Hao's fist.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the wooden wall behind Lan Minghua was shattered by the force of the punch.

Lan Minghua's hair danced wildly and his clothes fluttered, 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 unbelievable thing in the world.

Zhao Wuji and Flander, who were both heavy drinkers, sensed something amiss and immediately used their soul power to dispel the effects of the alcohol and stood up.

"What happened?!"

The two looked closely and found that Lan Minghua was confronting the mysterious man in black robes.

Zhao Wuji was furious, his soul power surged, and seven soul rings appeared.

"You dare touch someone from Shrek Academy? You're courting death!"

But just as he was about to rush up and attack the man in black, strange phenomena occurred.

The terrifying soul power seemed to burst out of the room, and nine soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red—appeared simultaneously.

"A...a Title Douluo?!"

Zhao Wuji's forehead was immediately covered in cold sweat, and his body stiffened on the spot.

Flander pushed up his glasses, looked at the outline of the face under the black robe, and thought of something.

Instead of stepping forward, they took a step back and did not participate.

Lan Minghua noticed Flander's movement, and a hint of disdain appeared on his lips.

Zhao Wuji did not back down, though it was unclear whether he was too frightened to move or wanted to step forward to help.

However, they are all better than Flanders, at least in Lan Minghua's eyes.

They treated him to a meal and promised to help him get through this ordeal.

Therefore, we must not let Zhao Wuji get hurt.

"Old Zhao, you should go back. You can't help with a battle of this level."

Lan Minghua waved his hand gently, sending Zhao Wuji out of the room, then turned to look at Tang Hao, who was struggling to punch.

"Launching a sneak attack in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, are you some kind of wanted criminal? After all, only desperate criminals would do something like that."

Upon hearing the words "wanted criminal," Tang Hao's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a murderous aura erupted from him.

"You, go to hell!"

Driven by this frenzied killing intent, his other arm suddenly exerted force, carrying a whistling wind, and smashed into Lan Minghua's head like a cannonball.

The force of the punch was so strong that it tore through the air in the room, making a hissing sound.

Lan Minghua had anticipated this, and the moment Tang Hao threw his fist, his gaze sharpened, and the cold light in his eyes intensified.

His right leg, though delayed, struck first, like a swift spear, whistling through the air, and kicked Tang Hao's jaw from below.

The force of that kick was immense; a sharp, explosive sound seemed to echo through the air.

At such close range, Tang Hao had no time to make any defensive moves.

"Snap!"

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In an instant, his jaw was shattered by the kick, and his teeth and blood splattered from his mouth.

Lan Minghua did not choose to kick his head to smash it, so as not to splatter blood all over himself.

He released his grip on Tang Hao's hand and exerted force with the sole of his foot a second time.

Tang Hao's body was like a cannonball fired from a giant cannon, crashing straight through the house and shooting uncontrollably into the sky.

With a deafening roar, the house crumbled like paper under his impact, a huge hole instantly punched through the roof.

Lan Minghua had no intention of letting Tang Hao off so easily. His whole body shone with golden light, and he suddenly rose into the air.

In an instant, sawdust flew everywhere, and the strong wind caused the already crumbling house to collapse with a roar.

Flander was stunned, never expecting Lan Minghua to be so powerful.

That man was no match for him either.

Doesn't that mean Lan Minghua is at least a Title Douluo?

Zhao Wuji witnessed this astonishing scene, his eyes widening instantly, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

His chin drooped slowly and uncontrollably, as if an invisible force was pulling it down hard.

Its mouth was wide open, forming an exaggerated "O" shape, big enough to fit an ostrich egg.

He stood frozen in place, his mind completely blank.

Lan Minghua actually sent a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring flying!

It wasn't over yet. Lan Minghua rose like the sun, and the dimly lit city of Soto suddenly became as bright as day.

Tang Hao had no time to wail; he felt an even more terrifying pressure from Lan Minghua than from Qian Daoliu.

The Realm of the God of Slaughter!

Haotian's True Form!

A 100,000-year-old soul ring explodes!

In order to survive, Tang Hao also destroyed his wife's spirit ring.

In an instant, golden and red beams of light clashed in mid-air, one above the other.

Strange phenomena occurred in the heavens and earth; a sudden gust of wind arose, and the Shrek Seven Devils, who were fast asleep, all awoke.

He appeared outside the dormitory and was horrified to the point of turning pale when he saw the strange phenomenon in the sky.

When Tang San saw the scarlet Dharma image, his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

That's my father!

As a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, Xiao Wu was terrified by the earth-shattering soul power and squatted on the ground, covering her ears.

Lan Minghua had anticipated that Tang Hao would resort to desperate measures, but he never expected that Tang Hao would be willing to destroy his 100,000-year soul ring.

Tang Hao exuded a menacing aura, his eyes wide with anger, radiating a chilling majesty.

The crimson-clad Dharma Image raised the Haotian Hammer in its hand, and the Haotian Hammer grew larger at an astonishing speed.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand this powerful force.

"The Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao controlled his Dharma form and slammed the Haotian Hammer down.

The Haotian Hammer ripped through the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, as if it wanted to suppress everything.

However, such terrifying power did not cause the slightest ripple in Lan Minghua's eyes.

His right hand formed a claw, shimmering with golden light.

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

(End of this chapter)