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

His face was slightly contorted with extreme anger, his eyes burning with fury.

It seemed as if it wanted to burn away all obstacles in its path. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 809 Blind Confidence

Tang Lan spoke, her voice seemingly bursting forth from the depths of her soul, filled with boundless resolve and ruthlessness:

"Ghost Shadow Douluo will die today!"

Every word seemed to be forged from steel, resounding with a chilling killing intent and an unquestionable certainty.

His words echoed in the air, allowing everyone present to feel his unbreakable will.

The words fell,

At this moment, the Overlord Spear in his hand burst forth with an incomparably dazzling light.

The light was like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting in the night sky, brilliant and eye-catching.

It is like the first ray of sunlight tearing through the darkness at dawn, full of both hope and destructive power.

Tang Lan ignored the attacks from the Holy Spirit Cult and numerous powerful figures from the four great empires.

Those surging, tidal waves of soul power, those diverse and dazzling martial soul skills,

In his eyes, it was like an illusion, posing no obstacle whatsoever to him.

He moved like lightning, swift as a ghost, his feet barely touching the ground.

Each step shattered the void, and his entire being transformed into a streak of light.

With a fearless and reckless attitude, he charged straight at Ghost Shadow Douluo.

That resolute figure was like an arrow released from a bow.

With the fearless courage of burning one's boats and the unwavering belief in certain victory, they gave the enemy no chance to breathe and left themselves no way out.

He had only one thought in his mind: to kill Ghost Shadow Douluo with his spear. Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, he would never retreat a single step.

at this time,

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense. The sounds of wind, shouts of battle, and the clash of soul power intertwined, as if playing a symphony of death.

"No!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo's eyes widened in terror.

His eyeballs seemed to bulge out of their sockets as he screamed hysterically.

The voice was filled with endless resentment and extreme fear of death.

His face was contorted beyond recognition, and the veins on his forehead bulged like winding little blue snakes.

He didn't expect that Tang Lan would choose to ignore the siege from the Holy Spirit Cult and many powerful figures from the four great empires.

Those are many powerful opponents; any one of them would be enough to inspire fear.

However, Tang Lan seemed to ignore them, his eyes only fixed on Ghost Shadow Douluo.

This feeling of being locked in and unable to escape completely broke his spirit.

He was trembling, his voice trembling with tears:

"How could this happen? How could this happen! How dare he, how could he!"

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

He tried to struggle backward, staggering, but found himself trapped in a quagmire, each step incredibly difficult.

Just then, Tang Lan approached swiftly like a ghost.

His figure moved so fast it was almost illusory, instantly traversing the distance in space.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's heart pounded rapidly, the violent throbbing seeming to burst out of his chest and shatter his body.

He frantically mobilized the little soul power he had left, attempting a final resistance.

His hands trembled as he formed complex hand seals, attempting to condense a layer of soul power shield.

"Tang Lan, don't push your luck!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo roared hoarsely, his voice sharp and piercing due to extreme fear, like the cry of a night owl.

However, Tang Lan's face remained completely expressionless.

It was a coldness as deep as a thousand-year-old iceberg.

His eyes were filled with icy killing intent, as if he wanted to freeze everything in front of him.

With an unstoppable and overwhelming momentum, the Overlord Spear pierced straight into Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat like a bolt of lightning.

The spear tip gleamed with a cold light, carrying a determination to kill.

"puff!"

A streak of blood splattered out, forming a poignant arc in the air.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat was instantly pierced, the wound was hideous and terrifying, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He covered his throat with both hands, making a "gurgling" sound, which was broken and indistinct, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

His gaze gradually became unfocused, and his body slowly collapsed, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the powerful figures of the Holy Spirit Cult and the four great empires were all shocked by this scene.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly agape, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

They never expected that Tang Lan could kill Ghost Shadow Douluo so decisively and ruthlessly despite being surrounded like this.

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear, and drops of blood dripped from the tip of the spear, pooling on the ground.

His tall figure appeared even more imposing and ruthless against the backdrop of blood.

"A second-ring Soul Master... actually killed a Title Douluo?!" An incredulous exclamation erupted from the crowd, and everyone's expression seemed to freeze in a moment of extreme shock.

"This is simply unbelievable!" An experienced Soul Master exclaimed, his eyes wide and his lips trembling slightly. "In normal understanding, the gap between a two-ring Great Soul Master and a Title Douluo is like an insurmountable chasm. How could such a result occur?"

"My God!" A young Soul Master clutched his head in disbelief. "This completely breaks the norm in the Soul Master world and is unacceptable."

"Unbelievable!" A female Soul Master next to her covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment. "What kind of miracle is this, or is it just an illusion?"

"How could this happen?" an old man muttered to himself, his white beard trembling slightly. "Is this going to overturn the entire understanding of the Soul Master world?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with nothing but shock. A deathly silence fell over the scene, broken only by the occasional gasp of breath.

"But even if he kills a Title Douluo, it won't matter."

A master from the Holy Spirit Cult spoke coldly, his face grim.

His narrow eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.

"Even if a mere second-ring Soul Master acts arrogantly for a moment, he can't cause any real trouble."

"He must die too!"

One of the generals from the four great empires glared angrily and roared through gritted teeth.

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

"This boy is far too arrogant, daring to be so presumptuous in front of us. We must not let him live. Otherwise, what will become of our reputation?"

“That’s right. Our combined attack has already enveloped him, and he has no chance to resist now.”

Another member of the Holy Spirit Cult gave a sinister laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

He crossed his arms, looking confident and certain of victory, as if he could already foresee Tang Lan's tragic end.

"This is a carefully prepared trap that will surely kill him; he has no chance of escape."

"He had no chance of escaping, not even time to react." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 810 Certain Death

One of the strategists from the four great empires gently waved the feather fan in his hand, his tone resolute and his expression full of confidence.

His gaze was deep and cunning. "This attack, which we have meticulously planned, combines the power of everyone and is powerful enough to destroy the world."

"How could he, a mere second-ring Great Soul Master, possibly withstand this?"

"Killing Tang Lan will complete our mission."

The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult had a gloomy gaze and a voice as cold as frost, as if it came from the cold winds of the deepest hell.

"After we return, the leader will surely reward us handsomely. Wealth, glory, and supreme power will all be ours."

"Hmph, no matter how strong this kid is, he can't beat all of us working together."

One of the Soul Masters from one of the four great empires snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and his face was full of arrogance and conceit.

"He's just making a futile struggle."

"That's right, his time is up, and no one can save him."

Another member of the Holy Spirit Cult said viciously, his eyes flashing with cruel light, "Today is his doomsday."

"This time, he must pay the price for what he did."

One of the Soul Saints from one of the four great empires clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Let him know the consequences of going against us."

The group spoke amongst themselves, their voices filled with confidence and murderous intent.

It was as if Tang Lan was already fish on their chopping board, at their mercy.

Tang Ya bit her lower lip tightly, her delicate lips losing all color from the excessive force and turning as pale as paper.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep worry, a worry that was like a heavy gloom that she could not shake off.

Her hands were clasped tightly to her chest; her knuckles were white from tension.

It seems they are silently praying for Tang Lan.

I pray that he will be safe and sound and that he will fight his way out of this desperate situation.