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

Tang Lan's roar echoed across the battlefield, his figure like an insurmountable barrier, protecting his comrades behind him.

Although the Holy Spirit Cult and the powerful figures of the four great empires were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, their momentum had clearly weakened, and the fear in their eyes was growing stronger.

Ma Xiaotao stared intently at Tang Lan, secretly making up her mind: "I must cultivate even harder, just like Tang Lan!"

Tang Ya clenched her fists and said, "Brother Tang Lan is so brave, we must follow in his footsteps and not hold him back."

Yu'er and Jiang Nannan exchanged a glance, and both saw a firm determination in each other's eyes.

Inspired by Tang Lan, everyone's fighting spirit soared, and they unleashed their strongest soul skills to fight the enemy to the death.

"Damn it, damn it!"

On the side of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult, angry roars exploded like thunder.

"Why? Why does a mere second-ring Great Soul Master possess such terrifying combat power?"

One of them had a contorted face and wide-open eyes, staring intently at the figure in front of him who was displaying astonishing strength. The disbelief in his heart almost consumed his reason.

"Didn't the intelligence say he was seriously injured? He doesn't look seriously injured at all."

Another person clenched their fist, veins bulging on their arm.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his voice trembled with extreme anger and bewilderment.

"The intelligence has misled us!"

A man who looked like a general was furious, his hair standing on end and his eyes bloodshot.

He whirled around, glaring angrily at the intelligence-gathering personnel behind him.

That fierce gaze seemed to want to devour him alive.

"Such flawed intelligence has led us into this difficult situation. What kind of incompetent bunch are you?!"

His roar echoed throughout the entire camp, and everyone's faces darkened, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The people from the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult were both shocked and furious.

They were initially very confident, thinking they could easily defeat their opponent.

Unexpectedly, all their plans were disrupted by a second-ring Soul Master, leaving them in such a passive situation.

Among the crowd, a general from one of the four great empires, his face ashen, gritted his teeth and said:

"This is a disgrace to us! A mere second-ring Great Soul Master has made us look so pathetic."

"What the hell is our intelligence department doing?!" The soldiers around him all lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

On the Holy Spirit Cult's side, a black-robed wizard, his face grim, gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white from the force, and he said viciously:

"This erroneous intelligence almost wiped out our entire army. When we get back, we must make those guys who provided the intelligence pay the price!"

The surrounding cultists were also filled with anger and fear. They had thought it would be an easy battle, but they had not expected to encounter such a powerful opponent.

At this time, unrest began to break out in the united camp of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Church. Soldiers whispered among themselves, and morale was low.

Some people began to complain: "How can we fight like this? We've been completely misled by the wrong intelligence."

Some even considered giving up:

"Why don't we retreat first? Continuing like this is just a waste of time and death."

However, they also knew that retreating at this moment would result in severe punishment.

He could only grit his teeth and continue facing that terrifying second-ring Soul Master, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.

"Hahaha, you didn't expect that the truly powerful one is not us, but Tang Lan himself."

The unrestrained laughter echoed in the air.

The Time Douluo's face was full of arrogance, his eyes narrowed into slits.

His lips curled up exaggeratedly, full of smugness and contempt.

Watching Tang Lan continuously slaughter the disciples of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult, Time Douluo was in a great mood.

He crossed his arms, threw his head back, and laughed wildly, his eyes filled with the joy of victory, tears streaming down his face.

"Look at this situation, it's completely one-sided!"

Looking at the Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo before him, their faces ashen, Time Douluo couldn't help but sneer:

"What? Aren't you all so arrogant and confident of victory?"

"Look at this situation now, your so-called confidence is a complete joke!"

He tilted his head, glancing sideways at the other person, his smile growing increasingly unrestrained, his eyes gleaming with provocation.

Every word spoken was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the other person's heart.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo, standing to the side, also spoke up in a sarcastic tone:

"Hmph, they thought they could control everything by joining forces, but they didn't expect to be defeated so easily by Tang Lan alone. It's utterly laughable!"

He snorted coldly, his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned down, his eyes filled with disdain, and his tone was icy and sharp.

Ice Bear Douluo chimed in, "That's right. I thought you guys were all that capable, but it turns out you're nothing special."

"Tang Lan's strength is beyond your expectations." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 816 Unable to Escape

Ice Bear Douluo crossed his thick arms over his chest, his face filled with disdain.

With his eyes wide open, nostrils flared, and voice booming like a bell, Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo looked even uglier.

At this moment, Star Douluo gritted his teeth, his facial muscles trembled slightly, and his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's face was so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it, and his eyes revealed ferocity and resentment.

This time, the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult came together, sending an unprecedentedly powerful force.

They held back Time Douluo, Ice Bear Douluo, and Falling Sword.

The others could easily take down Tang Lan.

But they were wrong, terribly wrong.

Unexpectedly, Tang Lan was the most powerful one among them.

Tang Lan, however, grew ever more courageous in the Vietnam War. His momentum was like a surging tide, wave after wave, giving the enemy no chance to catch their breath.

Those once arrogant and domineering enemies now tremble like lambs before him, waiting to be mercilessly slaughtered.

The allied forces of the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Cult found themselves in an unprecedented predicament, and they began to regret their underestimation of their enemy.

However, it was too late for regrets at this point, and the shadow of failure was gradually looming over them.

Tang Lan stood proudly, holding a long spear, her eyes filled with disdain for these enemies.

He snorted coldly, his voice as cold as frost: "You bunch of rabble dare to presume to be my enemy? You're simply overestimating yourselves!"

He surveyed the panicked enemies, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Look at your pathetic state now! Where did your arrogance go? You're nothing but a bunch of weaklings!"

Tang Lan suddenly swung his spear, pointing the tip at the enemy, and shouted:

"You think you can defeat me just because you outnumber me? Before absolute strength, you are nothing but a bunch of ants!"

Having said that, he flashed forward like a ghost, rushing into the enemy ranks, and wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another.

Tang Lan's voice echoed in the air: "Today, I'll show you what happens when you provoke me!"

His attacks became increasingly fierce, giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Under his oppressive presence, the enemies had long lost their will to fight and only hoped to escape from this nightmarish battle.

Tang Lan showed no mercy; he wanted to make these enemies pay a heavy price for their stupidity and arrogance.

He continued to taunt as he killed the enemy:

"Your so-called powerful lineup is nothing but a farce in my eyes!"

On the battlefield, Tang Lan's figure was like a god of war, striking fear into the hearts of the enemy.

"go!"

Star Douluo's face was pale, his eyes filled with terror and determination, and he roared loudly.

Ghost Scythe Douluo was also in a panic, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, as he echoed:

"That's right, there's no way we can kill Tang Lan in today's battle."

They both clearly realized that staying here was not an option.

Faced with such a powerful Tang Lan, they even risked their own demise.

"Want to leave now?"

Time Douluo snorted coldly, his eyes wide open, flashing with furious flames.

"What do you take this place for? You think you can just come and go as you please?"

"Did they ask us?"

Ice Bear Douluo was even more enraged; his massive body trembled slightly, like a volcano about to erupt.

"You bunch of reckless fools, committing such a grave mistake, yet you still dare to dream of escaping unscathed?"

Upon hearing the two men's angry shouts, Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo paused, a wave of fear washing over them.

But the will to survive instantly took over, and they quickly accelerated their escape. At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: to get out of this terrible place as soon as possible.

Their breathing was rapid, their hearts were pounding, and their faces were filled with panic and despair.

Upon seeing this, Time Douluo swiftly formed hand seals, and a mysterious light emanated from his body, as if time itself had instantly stopped.

He shouted, "Time Imprisonment!"

The sound exploded in the air like thunder.

The movements of Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo instantly slowed to an extreme slowness, their expressions freezing.

My body felt as if it were bound by an invisible force, making every tiny movement extremely difficult.