Douluo Continent: The creation of Jixia Academy made Bibi Dong drool with envy.

Chapter 92 Trying to Escape? The Prince of Lanling Makes His Appearance!

Chapter 92 Trying to Escape? The Prince of Lanling Makes His Appearance!

"The mistress!!!"

Tang Hao's roar, filled with endless grief and raging fury, swept across the entire Heaven Dou Arena like the most violent hurricane.

He looked at the man lying in a pool of blood, his body riddled with vicious hidden weapons, barely clinging to life.

Seeing that his son Tang San was about to die, his tiger eyes, which were already full of vicissitudes and ferocity, instantly turned blood red.

An endless killing intent erupted from his body like a volcano, shooting straight into the sky.

He didn't even bother to see the situation around him or pay attention to the horrified crowd who were terrified by his sudden appearance.

He only has one thought now.

That is—

Kill them!
Kill everyone who hurt his son!

"Whoever dares to harm my son, I, Tang Hao, will make them pay in blood!"

Tang Hao roared to the sky, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand burst forth with a terrifying light that was as black as ink and as heavy as a mountain.

"Ninth Soul Skill!!"

Without any hesitation, without any probing.

Tang Hao unleashed his strongest killing move the moment he made a move!
In his hand, the enormous Haotian Hammer seemed to transform into a black star capable of destroying the world, carrying a terrifying power that could change the weather and silence the heavens and earth.

He looked toward Yan Boshan, the white-clad youth who had just severely injured his son in mid-air.

And the Jixia disciples behind him, bombarded him fiercely!

This hammer blow contained the life's cultivation of a level 97 Super Douluo, and even more so, it contained his boundless anger and... determination to kill!
He wanted to completely raze those who dared to harm his son, along with the entire Soul Arena, to the ground!

"Father!!"

As Tang San lay dying, he saw his father, Tang Hao, descend like a god to save him, and a flicker of excitement and pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Die, all of you, die!

Die with Xiao Wu, die with me!!!

……

Faced with Tang Hao's earth-shattering, destructive, and furious attack.

Yan Boshan, suspended in mid-air, maintained his calm and composed demeanor.

It was as if the Haotian Hammer, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, was nothing more than a slightly clumsy toy in his eyes.

And at this critical moment.

"Hmph, Tang Hao, how dare you be so insolent!!!"

A cold yet authoritative shout suddenly came from the viewing platform.

Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall had a morbid excitement and madness in her eyes. She suddenly waved her hand!

"All members of the Spirit Hall, heed my command!"

"Jixia Academy harbors malicious intentions, raises soul beasts, and harms geniuses; its crimes are unforgivable!"

"Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, is an irreconcilable enemy of my Spirit Hall!"

"Today we will wipe them all out."

"kill!!!"

With Bibi Dong's command
The arena was already packed with thousands of Spirit Hall Soul Masters and the Title Douluo Elders of the Spirit Hall on the viewing platform.

Instantly, as if injected with adrenaline, they erupted with deafening battle cries and charged towards the group from Jixia Academy, as well as Tang Hao, who had just appeared.

She actually intended to take this opportunity to wipe out both Jixia Academy and Tang Hao, her two greatest threats, in one fell swoop.

That crazy woman!

In an instant, the entire Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena was plunged into unprecedented chaos and carnage.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was like a black sun, radiating an aura of destruction.

The Spirit Hall's countless spirit skills are like colorful venomous snakes, weaving together an overwhelming web of death.

And they all have only one goal.

That was Yan Boshan, who looked down on everything from mid-air like a god, and the Jixia disciples behind him.

"court death!"

Before Yan Boshan could even speak, a cold killing intent flashed in the eyes of Zhuge Liang, Sima Yi, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Mozi, Zhang Liang, Zhou Yu, Lu Ban and others behind him.

The majesty of Jixia Academy.

How can we tolerate such provocation?!
In an instant, the terrifying aura of eight titled Douluo erupted.

The power of stars, the realm of darkness, the divine might of the ruler, the enchanting dream of butterflies, the giant mechanical cannon, strategic planning, the scorching flames that burn the heavens, the divine craftsmanship of Lu Ban.

Eight distinct yet equally breathtakingly powerful forces merged perfectly together at this moment.

It formed an indestructible protective barrier, firmly blocking all attacks.

What followed was a thunderous counterattack!

However, just as this earth-shattering melee that affected the entire Soul Arena was about to erupt completely.

The academy teams and powerful individuals from various kingdoms, duchies, and the remnants of the three upper sects below the stage were all caught in deep hesitation.

Whom should we help?!
Whom should they help now?!
Is it to help the Spirit Hall, which seems more orthodox but is becoming increasingly crazy and domineering?
Or should we help the mysterious and unpredictable Jixia Academy, whose strength is beyond comprehension yet seems to have no intention of conquering the continent? Or perhaps it's Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who has just appeared and displayed boundless domineering power, yet harbors a blood feud with the Spirit Hall?

This is a difficult choice!

It could also be a choice that determines their future fate.

Just as everyone was hesitating and caught in a dilemma!

A clear, gentle voice, yet one that carried an undeniable authority, suddenly rang out.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to lend a helping hand to Jixia Academy."

Eliminate the wicked and uphold righteousness.

Then, Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, resolutely stepped forward under the protection of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Without a second thought, he chose to stand on the side of Jixia Academy.

He knew very well that the Spirit Hall was already in decline, and its insane actions had made it an enemy of the entire continent.

Although the Jixia Academy is mysterious and powerful, at least what they have shown so far is not the kind of ambition that leads to a warlike and aggressive expansion.

More importantly, his daughter Ning Rongrong is now at Jixia Academy and is highly regarded!

Both for his own sake and for his personal reasons, he had no reason not to choose Jixia Academy.

"Seven-jeweled lapis lazuli is famous, and lapis lazuli also has light."

With Ning Fengzhi's command, the powerful Soul Masters belonging to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind him, as well as Sword Douluo Chen Xin's soaring sword intent, surged forth.

Their stance was made clear in an instant.

Ning Fengzhi's choice was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

Those academy teams and sect leaders who were also dissatisfied with the Spirit Hall's domineering behavior and in awe of the Jixia Academy's powerful strength.

After seeing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School take the lead in expressing its stance, others followed suit.

"Our Fire Element Academy is willing to obey the orders of Jixia Academy!"

"Our Wind Sword Sect swears to fight the Spirit Hall to the bitter end."

"And we..."

In a short time, dozens of forces of varying sizes actually chose to stand on the side of Jixia Academy and fight against the Spirit Hall together.

This startled both Emperor Xueye and Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, who had originally intended to sit back and watch the two tigers fight.

They never expected that the Jixia Academy would have such a strong appeal.
Of course, they were well aware that these people chose to help Jixia Academy not entirely because of so-called "justice".

The main reason is the absolute strength displayed by Jixia Academy, which is enough to crush everything.

And the pent-up resentment towards the Spirit Hall's domineering behavior over the years erupted.

……

On the battlefield.

Yan Boshan calmly observed the chaotic battle below, as well as the factions and soul masters who, because of Tang San's few distorted accusations, showed hostility towards Jixia Academy and even wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

A cold smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"A bunch of... ignorant ants."

For those who choose to be his enemies because of their foolishness and greed…

Even if they are just insignificant spectators…

He will never let it go.

He wants the whole continent to remember him.

The consequences of challenging the authority of Jixia Academy!
With the combined efforts of numerous instructors from Jixia Academy and the aid from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Spirit Hall's offensive quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Defeated steadily!

Upon seeing this, Tang Hao's heart sank.

Does he know that things will likely not end well today?
Although he was powerful, he was still besieged by so many top experts, especially that unfathomable white-robed youth who was like a god or demon.

He had absolutely no chance of winning.

The most urgent thing is to escape with my mistress!
With this in mind, Tang Hao stopped fighting and used a feint to force back the enemy in front of him.

He bent down and picked up the barely breathing Tang San from the ground, then transformed into a streak of black light, soaring into the sky to escape the place.

however.

Just as he was about to rush out of the Soul Arena.

A cold, mysterious figure, seemingly blending into the darkness.

Without warning.

It appeared before him.

They blocked his way.

The figure wore a hideous demon mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes.

In his hand, he held an arm blade that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light!
He is the leader of the "Hidden" organization.

Lanling King!!!
(End of this chapter)

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