Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

Wherever it went, it carved deep trenches into the ground.

Ice Bear Douluo showed no fear, his sixth spirit ring shining brightly like a dazzling gem.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ice Bear Guardian!"

A thick layer of ice crystal shield instantly formed in front of him.

The shield was crystal clear, yet indestructible.

The ice crystal shield withstood the attack of Ghost Scythe Douluo, producing a series of crisp impact sounds.

Each impact sent countless ice shards flying, scattering like stars.

Then, he launched another charge, like a brave and fearless lion.

They engaged in an even more intense and thrilling battle with Ghost Scythe Douluo.

"Who is stronger, Ice Bear Douluo or Ghost Scythe Douluo?"

Ma Xiaotao stared intently at the thrilling and terrifying battle above, her brows furrowed, and asked with concern.

Her eyes were filled with tension and curiosity, as if she was eager to know the final outcome of this fierce battle.

"In terms of cultivation, Ghost Scythe Douluo is slightly stronger than Ice Bear Douluo."

Tang Lan, standing to the side, replied with a solemn expression and deep gaze.

His gaze never left the battlefield above, as if he were carefully analyzing the situation.

"what?"

"Doesn't that mean Ice Bear Douluo can't stop Ghost Scythe Douluo?"

Upon hearing this, Yu'er's face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with panic and worry.

"If that's the case, what should we do?"

Jiang Nannan's delicate brows furrowed, her beautiful face now filled with seriousness. She bit her lower lip and said:

"Hopefully, Ice Bear Douluo has a way to deal with this, otherwise the situation will be extremely unfavorable for us."

Tang Ya's face was also filled with anxiety; her hands were unconsciously twisted together, and her voice trembled slightly:

"I really hope the worst doesn't happen, otherwise we won't know what to do."

In the sky, Ice Bear Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo stood facing each other, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of their imposing aura.

Ice Bear Douluo was tall and robust, standing like an iceberg.

He exuded a chilling aura, and every breath he took seemed to exhale frost.

Ghost Scythe Douluo, on the other hand, moved erratically, like a ghost.

The scythe in his hand gleamed with a dark light, emanating a chilling and evil aura.

Ghost Scythe Douluo launched the first attack, his figure flashing and disappearing from the spot in an instant.

next moment,

He appeared behind Ice Bear Douluo, his ghost scythe whistling fiercely as he slashed hard at Ice Bear Douluo's back.

Ice Bear Douluo, however, seemed to have anticipated this, and suddenly turned around.

A giant ice palm appeared out of thin air and headed towards Ghost Scythe.

There was a loud noise of "Bang!"

The icy palm collided with the ghostly scythe, sparking countless ice shards and black light.

Ghost Scythe Douluo was thrown back several steps by the recoil, while Ice Bear Douluo also swayed slightly. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 794 Tang Lan's Disdain

Ice Bear Douluo roared, his spirit rings shone brightly, and countless ice crystals flew out from his body, shooting towards Ghost Scythe Douluo.

Ghost Scythe Douluo wielded his ghost scythe, forming a black shield that blocked the ice crystals.

Time Douluo watched the great battle between the two with an indescribable solemn expression.

He knew Ice Bear Douluo's true strength and that he was unlikely to be a match for Ghost Scythe Douluo.

At that moment, accompanied by a loud bang, Ghost Scythe Douluo unleashed his ultimate technique.

He raised the Ghost Scythe high, and the light on the Ghost Scythe instantly became dazzling. A black crescent-shaped beam of light slashed towards Ice Bear Douluo.

Ice Bear Douluo clasped his hands together, attempting to block the attack.

But the black light was unstoppable, breaking through his defenses and striking him heavily.

Ice Bear Douluo was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha, your Shrek Academy's titled Douluo are nothing special."

Ghost Scythe Douluo laughed wildly.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the hooting of an owl, full of unrestrained mockery and contempt.

His body trembled slightly, as if he were unable to control himself from this extreme excitement.

His face was contorted and ferocious, every wrinkle seemingly proclaiming his smugness and arrogance.

Ghost Scythe Douluo stood with his hands on his hips, head tilted back to the sky.

The unrestrained laughter echoed in the air, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle and fall.

His eyes narrowed to slits, revealing a sinister glint, and he said viciously:

"I thought he was something special, but it turns out he's just a piece of trash who can't be defeated!"

"Shrek Academy is nothing but a name without substance!"

Ice Bear Douluo struggled to get up from the ground; his clothes were tattered and his body was covered in wounds.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the bloodstains standing out starkly against his rough palms.

His eyes burned with a raging fire of fury, as if capable of incinerating everything before him, and he said through gritted teeth:

"Don't be arrogant!"

Even if I die here today, shedding my last drop of blood, I will never let you, a despicable villain, tarnish Shrek's illustrious reputation!

His voice was hoarse but firm, carrying a resolute determination as if he were facing death.

Time Douluo's face was terribly gloomy, like the oppressive sky before a storm, without a trace of light.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

The power of time around his body fluctuated faintly, and that power was like a volcano about to erupt, full of a dangerous aura.

He said coldly:

"Ghost Scythe Douluo, don't be too happy yet!"

"How dare you trample on Shrek's dignity like this! We will make you pay a heavy price for your arrogance today!"

His words were like cold icy thorns, piercing the heart of Ghost Scythe Douluo.

Ma Xiaotao's eyes widened in anger, her beautiful eyes now filled with nothing but endless fury.

She cried out:

"You shameless scoundrel, how dare you insult Shrek Academy like this! I'll fight you to the death!"

As she spoke, flames instantly erupted from her body.

The flames were intense and violent, as if they were about to set the entire world ablaze.

She was about to rush towards Ghost Scythe Douluo without any regard for the consequences, her movements agile yet filled with determination.

Jiang Nannan, Tang Ya, and the others were also filled with anger, their faces flushed red with rage.

Jiang Nannan gritted her teeth and shouted:

"We will absolutely not allow you to slander Shrek!"

Tang Ya clenched her fist and shouted:

"Shrek's honor is inviolable!"

"We will absolutely not allow you to slander Shrek!"

The voices were clear and resonant, filled with unwavering conviction and indomitable will.

However, Ghost Scythe Douluo didn't take it seriously.

With that repulsive, mocking smile still on his face, he continued to sneer:

"You? A bunch of overconfident fools!"

"To even dream of challenging me is utterly delusional!"

Then, Ghost Scythe Douluo's sinister gaze fell on Tang Lan like a venomous snake.

His eyes were full of provocation and threat, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a cruel smile.

"Ice Bear Douluo has already been defeated by me. Who do you think can protect you this time?"

Ghost Scythe Douluo's voice was icy and chilling, like a cold wind from the depths of the Netherworld, sending shivers down one's spine.

He approached Tang Lan step by step.

Each step carried a heavy sense of pressure, as if it were about to completely shatter Tang Lan's psychological defenses.

For this,

Tang Lan maintained a nonchalant demeanor.

His expression was calm as still water, as if the thrilling scene just now had not stirred the slightest ripple in his heart.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a faint smile.

His smile carried a sense of composure and calmness, as if none of the world's vicissitudes could move him.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze clear and deep.