Douluo: Shark Hunting Blade, Lurking in the Dark!

Chapter 159 Haotian Seven vs. Worship Hall

"You are still too weak."

Lan's expression was indifferent, and his cold words were undisguised and blunt.

His words were like countless sharp thorns, ruthlessly piercing deep into the hearts of Lin Luochuan and the others.

In such a serious situation as the current one, only such ruthless truth can make them clearly recognize the cruel reality.

The opponent that Lan has to face this time is not only Tang Chen, whose strength has reached level 99, but also the Rakshasa God from the God Realm.

Taking Lin Luochuan and the others along would not only fail to provide any help, but would only put them in an extremely dangerous situation and harm them.

Faced with Lan's ruthless words, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in their hearts.

Lin Luochuan was even more unwilling. He clenched his teeth, lowered his head, and kept his hands tightly clenched, but said nothing.

Lan looked at Lin Luochuan and the other six people, and slowly said: "What you have to do is to devote yourself wholeheartedly and complete the test given to you by the Sea God. This is your most important mission at the moment, and it is also the key way for you to improve your strength."

"Only then will you truly have the strength to help me."

"understand?"

His voice echoed in everyone's ears, carrying expectations and encouragement.

"is teacher!"

Lin Luochuan raised his head suddenly, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

The same goes for everyone else.

Lan's words made them even more determined to become stronger.

The teacher is so kind to them.

They must help the teachers instead of just following behind them and being carefree.

Practice!

This is the only thought in everyone’s mind!
After seeing everyone regain their enthusiasm, Lan left the lounge, returned to his room, and began to write a letter to Qian Renxue.
…………

half year later.

The all-out war between the two empires and the Spirit Hall has lasted for more than half a year. With the return of Tang Chen and the strong participation of the Haotian Sect, the battle situation that was originally suppressed by the Spirit Hall gradually became tense.

Although the Spirit Hall still has the upper hand, the pace of the war has been forced to slow down, and the two sides are caught in a tug-of-war.

Today, outside Jialing Pass, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was howling, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling with fear for the decisive battle that was about to break out.

The Spirit Hall's army marched towards the Tiandou Empire with great momentum.

Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Blue Luan Douluo and other seven great priests stood in the center of the battlefield. The soul power surged around the seven of them, and a terrifying aura swept across the entire Jialing Pass battlefield, as if even the air was solidified.

Opposite them, Tang Chen was holding the Clear Sky Hammer, with Tang Xiao and the five elders of the Clear Sky Sect standing behind him.

The seven people lined up in a row, and the Clear Sky Hammers in their hands flashed a cold light in the sun. Although the overall strength of the Clear Sky Sect was slightly inferior to that of the Worship Hall, Tang Chen's momentum alone was enough to compete with the seven great worshipers.

His look and majesty that look down on the world are like an insurmountable mountain, which makes people feel awe.

"Tang Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your aura is still as strong as ever."

Qian Daoliu's eyes were as sharp as torches as he spoke slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You're not bad either."

Tang Chen responded calmly, and raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slightly, with a faint flash of lightning on the hammer.

His voice was calm but powerful: "However, momentum alone is not enough. The most important thing is strength."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu sneered, "Strength? In terms of strength, you are not good enough. Are you relying on those juniors around you who have just entered the Titled Douluo not long ago?"

His eyes swept over the five elders of the Haotian Sect, his tone full of disdain. Although the five elders of the Haotian Sect were all Titled Douluo, they did look young and inexperienced compared to the worshippers of the Worship Hall.

However, Tang Chen remained unmoved, his expression still as calm as water.

"Why?"

Tang Chen's voice echoed between heaven and earth, as if carrying endless pressure, "Of course it's based on the Clear Sky Hammer in our hands."

"You lost to me at the beginning."

"Decades later, your son was defeated by my grandson again."

"how?"

"Have you forgotten all this?"

Tang Chen's voice was as deep as thunder, carrying with it an unquestionable domineering aura, as if every word and sentence contained endless power, striking Qian Daoliu's mind directly.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared straight at Qian Daoliu, as if he wanted to crush all of the other person's pride and dignity.

Facing Tang Chen's questioning, Qian Daoliu's expression became more gloomy, and a barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

However, he quickly regained his composure, a sneer appearing on his lips.

"Oh?"

"is it?"

"I do not deny these."

Qian Daoliu's voice was low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm. He raised his head slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "But, how come your grandson, who is known as the number one genius on the continent, is gone now?"

"Didn't I come with you?"

His tone suddenly changed, with a deliberate contempt: "Oh, I remember now. It seems that not long ago, your grandson was killed by my grandson-in-law. I heard that he was killed instantly. It's a pity that I didn't see that scene."

Qian Daoliu's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Tang Chen's heart.

His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if he was mocking Tang Chen's incompetence and failure.

A flash of anger suddenly ignited in the eyes of "grandson-in-law" Tang Chen, his fists clenched, and his knuckles made a crackling sound.

His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell: "Sure enough. Qian Daoliu!"

"Hand Lan over if you're smart, or I'll kill you."

There was endless murderous intent in Tang Chen's voice, as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

His momentum suddenly rose, the air around him seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire place.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "A massacre?"

"Don't forget, we are on the battlefield now."

His voice was cold and calm, as if he was stating a simple fact.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his hand, and the six great priests behind him released their soul power at the same time. Seven brilliant rays of light shot up into the sky and collided head-on with Tang Chen's momentum.

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became tense, and the confrontation between the two sides seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

The soul power fluctuations between heaven and earth became increasingly intense, with howling winds and rolling dark clouds, as if even heaven and earth were trembling with fear for the decisive battle that was about to break out.

Tang Chen's eyes were as sharp as knives as he stared at Qian Daoliu. He raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slightly, and there was a faint flash of lightning on the hammer.

His voice was low and cold, filled with endless murderous intent: "Qian Daoliu, if you don't hand over Lan today, I will make your Spirit Hall flow with blood!"

When Qian Daoliu heard this, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, but the smile on his lips became even stronger: "Tang Chen, do you think that you can shake the foundation of my Spirit Hall with your own strength? How ridiculous!"

(End of this chapter)