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

His knuckles turned pale, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they seemed to be grinding against each other.

"If we don't take action, we won't be able to explain ourselves to our superiors when we get back."

"I don't believe that a mere second-ring Great Soul Master has any heaven-defying abilities."

"Hmph, maybe it was just that Ghost Shadow Douluo was careless for a moment, which allowed this kid to gain the upper hand by chance."

"I think he's just lucky!"

Star Douluo's gaze was solemn and deep, each ray of light seeming to bear a thousand pounds of weight. He slowly said:

"We must not underestimate him. To possess such extraordinary abilities under these circumstances, this person is no ordinary individual."

"We must act cautiously, observe carefully, and patiently look for his weaknesses. We must not act rashly."

Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly, his voice as chilling and disdainful as a winter wind.

"Whatever tricks he has up his sleeve, with the two of us working together, are we afraid we can't subdue him?"

"Even if he had three heads and six arms, he would still only be a second-ring Great Soul Master!"

Star Douluo shook his head, his face full of worry and caution: "Don't be impulsive, better safe than sorry. The situation in this battle can change in an instant. If there are any unexpected changes, we won't be able to handle it."

Ghost Scythe Douluo's eyes widened, bloodshot with anger and urgency. He roared, "If you hesitate any longer, Ghost Shadow Douluo will die!"

"How will we bear the consequences then!"

Having said that, he ignored Star Douluo's advice and, with a flash of lightning and a sharp gust of wind, rushed towards Tang Lan.

Seeing this, Star Douluo sighed deeply in resignation.

His eyes held both dissatisfaction with Ghost Scythe Douluo's impulsiveness and concern for the current situation.

But we can only follow closely behind.

Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, and the others were overjoyed to see Tang Lan defeat Ghost Shadow Douluo.

Tang Ya jumped and danced with excitement, her face flushed red, and she cheered loudly:

"Tang Lan is amazing! She's practically invincible!"

Jiang Nannan covered her chest with both hands, her eyes shining with admiration, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"I never expected Tang Lan to be so powerful, defeating even a Title Douluo!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ma Xiaotao's beautiful face was filled with surprise and admiration as she murmured to herself:

"So Tang Lan is this powerful. It seems he held back during our last battle."

"I was so naive to think I could compete with him."

Tang Lan, holding the Overlord Spear, strode forward with steady and powerful steps.

They approached Ghost Shadow Douluo step by step, who was already collapsed on the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

His face was full of contempt and mockery as he said mercilessly:

"Hmph, Ghost Shadow Douluo, weren't you arrogant and overbearing before?"

"Why are you acting like a stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs, just trembling here?"

Ghost Shadow Douluo's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

His body trembled like a leaf in the wind, yet he tried to remain calm and forced himself to speak:

"Kid, don't get too cocky! Fortune changes, and the outcome is still uncertain!"

Tang Lan sneered, a laugh that seemed to freeze the surrounding air, and said disdainfully:

"Smug? I crushed you with absolute strength!"

"You think your paltry tricks and underhanded methods can cause any trouble for me? You're dreaming!"

"Your so-called special move is nothing but a trivial skill in my eyes, not worth mentioning!"

"You dare call yourself a Douluo? I think you're just a useless fool with a big name but no substance!"

Tang Lan's gaze was piercing, her sharp eyes like two swords.

It pierced straight at Ghost Shadow Douluo, staring intently at him as if trying to see through his very soul.

Ghost Shadow Douluo gritted his teeth, drawing blood from his gums, and said hatefully:

"You...you're pushing your luck! Leave yourself an out, so you can meet again in the future!"

Tang Lan burst into laughter again, the sound deafening and echoing through the heavens:

"You've gone too far! This is what you got for it!"

"You have committed countless evils; today is your end!"

"Today, I'll show you what a true powerhouse is, and what an insurmountable gap in strength truly means!"

Having said that, Tang Lan raised the Overlord Spear, its tip pointing directly at Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat, his soul power flowing wildly through the spear.

The light was dazzling, as if it were illuminating the entire dark world. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 807 Death is Coming

Ghost Shadow Douluo stared at the spear tip, which gleamed with deadly light, his heart filled with boundless fear.

Cold sweat poured down his face, but he still stubbornly insisted:

"You...you dare to kill me! My sect will never let this go! They will avenge me and make you wish you were dead!"

Tang Lan looked disdainful, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and sneered:

"Your sect? Even if they all came out in full force, they would only be a few more defeated opponents like you!"

"In the face of absolute power, everything is in vain!"

Just then, Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo exchanged a glance.

Their eyes met, like two bolts of lightning colliding in the void, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding in an instant.

In that instant, their eyes conveyed a firm resolve and a shared strategy.

Then, they took a step forward at the same time, their steps steady and powerful, each step seemingly making the earth tremble.

His soul power surged like a raging tide, and the powerful fluctuations of his soul power made the surrounding air feel heavy.

Their imposing presence was like two volcanoes about to erupt, brimming with boundless rage and majesty.

Star Douluo's eyes widened, spitting out flames of anger, and he shouted, "Tang Lan, you brat, don't be so arrogant!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo roared angrily, "With us here, how can you possibly kill Ghost Shadow Douluo!"

"You ignorant brat, don't think that you can act recklessly in front of us just because of a bit of luck and some tricks."

"We are renowned Douluo masters, how dare you, a junior, act so arrogantly here!"

"Today I'll show you just how miserable the consequences of opposing us will be!"

Star Douluo swiftly formed hand seals, his fingers tracing complex and mysterious paths in the air like nimble birds.

His first spirit ring shone with a dazzling light.

The light was like a blazing sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The light contained a powerful and mysterious force, as if it could devour everything.

He muttered incantations, his voice deep and penetrating, each syllable seemingly imbued with boundless magic:

"The power of the stars gathers within me, starlight shines, and I vanquish countless enemies!"

As he finished chanting the incantation, countless starlight burst forth from his fingertips.

The light was not a single color, but a riot of colors, like the aurora borealis in a dream.

Each ray of light carried a sharp whistling sound, as if countless sharp blades were cutting through the air.

These starlight rays, carrying a heart-stopping power, poured down on Tang Lan with overwhelming force.

Wherever the light passed, the space itself trembled slightly from this terrifyingly powerful force.

Space was like a fragile piece of silk, torn apart by this force, leaving tiny cracks.

At the same time, Ghost Scythe Douluo was not to be outdone.

He gripped the massive demonic scythe tightly with both hands, his arm muscles bulging and veins standing out.

Like thick earthworms winding and crawling under the skin.

An eerie black light emanated from the blade of the Demon Scythe, a dark and profound light that exuded endless gloom and terror.

Purple arcs of electricity flashed intermittently within the light, crackling and popping, sending chills down one's spine.

Accompanied by his roar:

"The Ghostly Scythe will claim your life, and your soul will be scattered!"

His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless resentment and murderous intent.

With a howling gale, the Ghost Scythe swept towards Tang Lan with overwhelming force and unstoppable momentum.

The powerful wind whipped up by the scythe was like a raging tornado, sweeping everything away. Sand and stones on the ground were swirled into the air, forming a hazy curtain of sand.

The speed of the demon scythe was so fast that it left a black afterimage in the air.

It was as if this scythe would split the entire world in two, and Tang Lan was about to become a victim of this terrifying attack.

Tang Ya and the others' expressions changed slightly. The excitement they had felt over Tang Lan's victory over Ghost Shadow Douluo vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry.

Tang Ya's lips trembled slightly, her small hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes, her voice tinged with anxiety: "What should we do? If the two of them attack together, can Tang Lan handle it?"

Jiang Nannan frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety: "I hope Tang Lan will be alright, he can definitely do it."

Ma Xiaotao's expression was solemn. She bit her lip and stared intently at the battlefield: "These two guys are coming on strong. Tang Lan, you must be careful."

Yu'er's face drained of color, and she said in a trembling voice, "Brother Tang Lan, you must be safe and sound."

Ice Bear Douluo, Time Douluo, and Falling Sword Soul Douluo all snorted coldly at the same time.

The snort was like a biting, piercing wind in the dead of winter, carrying endless chill and anger.

Ice Bear Douluo's massive, mountain-like body trembled slightly. His eyes widened like copper bells, burning with raging fury, and he roared: