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"Do you really think that with your meager abilities, you have the right to say such things to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Xin stretched out his right hand.
A strange longsword, entirely black and composed of countless tiny fragments, appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Who I am is not important.
Su Xin held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his long silver hair moving without wind amidst the surge of murderous aura.
"The important thing is that even if that soul bone isn't on you, I'll go back to the waterfall in Shenhun Village and find it."
"As for you..."
Su Xin raised his head, his dark eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.
"Do you really think your Heavenly Hammer can defeat me?"
Flander and Zhao Wuji were at a loss for words to describe their feelings.
For a Soul Emperor to dare say such things to a level 95 Title Douluo, this isn't arrogance, this is madness!
Tang Hao was so angry at Su Xin's outrageously arrogant words that he laughed.
"Good! Good! Good!"
He said "good" three times in a row, and the anger on his face gradually subsided, replaced by a deathly cold silence.
"It's been many years since anyone dared to speak to me, Tang Hao, like that."
"Since you're so confident, let me see where your confidence comes from!"
After saying that, Tang Hao prepared to make his move.
But at that moment, Su Xin suddenly raised his other hand and made a "pause" gesture.
"Don't rush," Su Xin said with a smile. "Before we start fighting, I'll make sure you die knowing why."
"Let me show you what true despair is."
The moment the words fell, the first spirit ring quietly rose beneath Su Xin's feet.
Upon seeing this spirit ring, a hint of disdain flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
Flander and Zhao Wuji felt a chill in their hearts.
However, they hadn't finished processing this idea.
The second spirit ring rises!
The third spirit ring rises!
Purple! A thousand-year-old soul ring!
The fourth spirit ring rises!
The fifth spirit ring rises!
Black! A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!
The sixth spirit ring rises!
Six spirit rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black—this is a standard, even top-tier, configuration for a Spirit Emperor.
But he was merely a Soul Emperor.
In front of Tang Hao, a titled Douluo, she was no different from an ant.
"That's it?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of Tang Hao's lips. "Is this all the confidence you have? A six-ring Soul Emperor?"
Flander and Zhao Wuji were also in utter despair. They closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
Su Xin completely ignored their reactions; his smile remained bright.
"Don't rush, this is just the beginning."
He just finished speaking.
The seventh spirit ring suddenly rose from beneath his feet!
The deep color made everyone's breath catch in their throats at that moment!
Another ten-thousand-year soul ring!
This young man, who looks no more than eighteen years old, is actually a Soul Saint? He has been hiding his true strength.
Chapter 23 The Eighteen-Year-Old Douluo - Must Die
Flander and Zhao Wuji suddenly opened their eyes, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
An eighteen-year-old Soul Saint!
What... what does this mean?
This can't be described as genius! This is simply monster!
Tang Hao's pupils also contracted slightly, and the disdain on his face finally subsided, replaced by a look of seriousness.
An eighteen-year-old Soul Saint—even he back then couldn't have achieved that!
Who exactly is this young man?
However, this is just the beginning.
Before they could even recover from their shock...
The eighth spirit ring, carrying an even more terrifying aura, soared into the sky!
It's still... a deep, inky black!
"Eighth Ring... Soul Fighter Girl!"
Flander's voice had completely changed. He pointed at Su Xin and screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"My God! An eighteen-year-old Soul Fighting Girl! This... how is this possible!!"
Zhao Wuji was also shocked, completely dumbfounded, his mind went blank.
He had always thought that Slake Academy recruited monsters, but compared to the man in front of him, those academies were simply a bunch of good kids!
Tang Hao's expression finally changed completely!
For the first time, a look of shock appeared on his face!
An eighteen-year-old Soul Fighting Girl! This was completely beyond his comprehension!
Is this young man a god?!
However, the shock Su Xin brought them was far from over.
Just when everyone thought that this was Su Xin's limit.
He looked at Tang Hao's shocked and distorted face, smiled, and uttered a sentence that made the world pale in comparison.
"Now, it's the last one's turn."
Om-! ! !
The ninth halo, like an ancient ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, erupted with a world-destroying aura!
The blinding light even made Tang Hao squint his eyes subconsciously!
As the light faded, a spirit ring quietly floated above Su Xin's head, slowly rotating.
A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, shimmering with an eerie light!
Two yellows, two purples, five blacks!
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
The entire forest was deathly silent.
Flander and Zhao Wuji were completely petrified.
They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, forgetting even to breathe, just staring blankly at the silver-haired man surrounded by nine spirit rings.
It was as if we were looking up at a deity who had descended to earth.
Tang Hao, the fearless and invincible Hao Tian Dou Luo, roams the continent freely.
At this moment, his body was trembling uncontrollably!
Flander and Zhao Wuji felt their hearts stop beating and their brains completely shut down, becoming a blank.
What did they see?
That young man they thought was just a Soul Emperor, or at most a Soul Saint, was someone they considered a troublemaker.
Teacher Su Xin thought he was about to be smashed into mincemeat by Hao Tian Dou Luo's hammer...
It's...it's actually a titled Douluo?!
This thought was like a world-destroying thunderbolt, striking them squarely on the head.
They shattered their values, perceptions, and even their pitiful common sense to shreds!
"Sealing...sealing the title...Douluo..."
Flander's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out those four words through his teeth.
Every single word carries immense weight.
Zhao Wuji, who was next to him, wasn't in much better shape either. He rubbed his eyes hard and pinched his thigh hard.
A sharp pain came, telling him that everything before him was not an illusion.
"I...I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Zhao Wuji muttered to himself, his voice filled with a dreamlike daze.
"Eighteen years old... an eighteen-year-old titled Douluo... is this... something a human could do?"
Compared to Flander and Zhao Wuji's dejected state, Tang Hao's shock was like a tidal wave crashing down!
As a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of this world, he understood better than anyone what the words "Title Douluo" meant.
That's an insurmountable barrier!