Douluo Live Room: All the audience are Tang San’s enemies!

Chen Yitang scoffed, completely unconcerned: "A big shot? The person I, Chen Yitang, consider a big shot hasn't been born yet."

He beckoned to First Hong with a finger, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Hey, kid, are you the organizer of this incident?"

"Although I don't know what methods you used to get Shuiyue and the Xuan Nu Sect Master to speak for you, this is a place where strength speaks."

"There are ways to get a word in front of us, but you have to prove that you're not a useless person who's just using the Xuan Nu Sect to save face for you."

Tang Hao finally couldn't listen anymore. The Clear Sky Hammer suddenly appeared and arrived in front of Chen Yitang in the blink of an eye.

"Haotian Hammer!"

With a shout, Chen Yitang finally came to his senses and looked at Tang Hao, who was leaping into the air. His expression changed immediately.

He took a few steps back, barely avoiding his attack.

However, because he was caught off guard, he was still slightly injured and half-squatted on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up at Tang Hao with a mixture of confusion and anger: "Haotian Douluo? Do you mean to make an enemy of our Dark Night Sect?"

"Even if you are a Super Title Douluo, you shouldn't intentionally hurt people!"

"Are you saying we don't care about manners at all?"

……

Tang Hao looked at Chen Yitang with disdain, his smile even more mocking: "You have manners? My master's strength is not for you to question."

“My master hasn’t even spoken yet, and you’re already launching into a tirade. Who’s really lacking manners?”

The three women and Tang San stood together in front of First Hong, their eyes fixed on Chen Yitang.

Being watched by so many titled Douluo, even with his great strength, Chen Yitang couldn't help but feel a little timid at this moment.

"You, your master? I had no idea that Haotian Douluo had become such a groveling lapdog?"

Chen Yitang's face was gloomy. With a gesture, all the members of the Dark Night Sect were ready to go.

They are ready to fight Tang San and his group to the death at any time.

First Hong scoffed, "Annihilation Divine Thunder!"

A bolt of purplish-black lightning, as thick as an arm, struck Chen Yitang directly on the head, and he instantly felt the threat of death.

He was drenched in cold sweat and couldn't move an inch. His lips twitched slightly as he asked, "What do you mean by this?"

The purplish-black lightning was right in front of him, but it seemed to be toying with him, stopping just three inches above his head.

For a long time, Chen Yitang felt no threat, nor was he harmed in any way, which made him feel rather amused.

"So it was all just for show. You thought you could hurt me with such paltry tricks? You overestimate yourself!"

At his command, everyone in the Dark Night Sect attacked simultaneously, and a row of black soul rings lit up.

Everyone present, except for the Dark Night Sect members, gasped in shock, their expressions complex as they looked at the Dark Night Sect members.

The sect leader of the Xuan Nu Sect had a dark expression: "I didn't know when the Dark Night Sect had become like this, with all these ten-thousand-year soul rings?"

"The Dark Night Sect truly lives up to its reputation; once they make a move, they amaze everyone!"

The crowd was itching to act, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent as they looked at Chen Yitang.

The nearby sects are roughly equal in strength, so none of them are willing to submit to the others, and their overall strength is evenly matched, making them a regular competitor.

But now, the Dark Night Sect has used some unknown method, and there are dozens of Dark Night Sect disciples in front of us, without even any elders present, all of whom have ten-thousand-year soul rings.

This has already disrupted the harmonious coexistence of several sects.

"Dark Night Sect, if you were to openly and honestly increase your strength, we would respect you. But now you're doing it secretly..."

Chen Yitang interrupted Shuiyue Douluo. "What? Isn't it because our disciples are outstanding, each possessing ten-thousand-year soul rings?"

"Your younger generation has no successors, so don't be envious of us."

Chen Yitang's voice was filled with pride. After holding back his strength for so long, he was now making his first public appearance and naturally wanted to enjoy the attention of the crowd.

Ever since those spirit rings appeared, First Hong's gaze has been fixed on them.

These spirit rings contained strange powers, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what they were.

"Crooked ways."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of purplish-black lightning struck Chen Yitang directly.

The Dark Night Sect disciples had all gotten close, yet none of them were injured, except for Chen Yitang, who was struck by lightning and knocked to the ground.

His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his hair was fluffy from being struck by lightning.

He exhaled sharply, stubbornly shouting, "Get him..."

Blood gushed out, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The disciples of the Dark Night Sect looked at each other, none daring to take a step forward, and some even took a few steps back.

Chen Yitang's eyes widened immediately. He wanted to speak, but Shuiyue Douluo stepped on his chest.

Shuiyue Douluo's brows furrowed with anger, and his voice grew deep: "Chen Yitang, what's going on with these people?"

"I don't have time to listen to your boasting about your Dark Night Sect. Don't think we can't see that these people are all problematic!"

"This isn't your strength, these spirit rings..."

Chen Yitang scoffed, "You're just jealous."

"My Dark Night Sect is the strongest. Sooner or later, all of you sects will have to bow down to us. Don't be so arrogant."

Di Yihong realized that Chen Yitang's condition was not right, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "I just wanted you to deal with the Demon Sect, but now I have an unexpected gain."

"You think you can unify these sects using crooked and unorthodox methods? Do you think we're dead?"

The live stream chat was in an uproar.

[Destruction God King 001: Host, there's something wrong with this sect. You should go check it out.]

[Life Source A Yin: The colors of their spirit rings are off; it looks like there's a problem with the vitality of their spirit rings. Streamer, you're in for a lot of work.]

[Asura God Tang Chen: If you ask me, we should just kill them all. Why bother with all this probing and investigating...]

[Supreme Bibi Dong: Isn't this a perfect opportunity for those two to have some fun? Streamer, hurry up, the new game is starting—]

First Hong naturally saw everyone's comments on the screen, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. It was indeed a good idea.

He looked at the members of the Dark Night Sect, and they all retreated in unison.

"Sect Master, we haven't fed our soul beasts yet, so we'll head back now..."

Before Chen Yitang could finish speaking, he saw that all the disciples of his sect had already left.

He completely disregarded his position as sect leader.

"You bunch of bastards, I've been so good to you for nothing."

First Hong scoffed, "Good? I doubt it."

"Water Moon Douluo, please lead the way to the Dark Night Sect. I want to see what tricks this guy has up his sleeve."

Chen Yitang's eyes darkened, his lips pursed with displeasure: "Do you think you can just walk into our Dark Night Sect? I bet you can't even get through our mountain gate, yet you dare to dream of entering the sect! Dream on!" (End of Chapter)