Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

She knew these bastards were just trying to muddy the waters!

"Your Holiness, the Heaven Dou Empire has absolutely no intention of protecting Tang San..."

"Haha... A crown prince of a nation, so cowardly..."

Mo Wuchang laughed loudly, his face full of disdain, and his gaze towards Xue Qinghe even carried a hint of murderous intent...

If we can take this opportunity to get rid of the crown prince.

That's good.

Xue Qinghe's face flushed red...

"Your Holiness, Mo Wuchang has absolutely no connection with my Heavenly Dou Empire... You may dispose of him as you see fit!"

"In that case, Yue Guan, Gui Mei... kill Tang San first!"

Bibi Dong's voice was cold.

Even when she was still clear-headed, she remembered her initial goal!

"Yes!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo responded.

With a wave of his hand, the ghost claw and chrysanthemum petals hurtled towards Tang San.

Mo Wuchang snorted coldly, and Tang Hao faced him indifferently, without any fear. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already landed in front of Tang San.

They launched attacks on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo respectively.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo retreated to the two sides, and together with Pope Bibi Dong, the three Title Douluos unleashed their full soul power. The immense pressure caused the surrounding soul masters to retreat in panic.

Yet, even in the face of these three terrifying, mountain-like pressures, Tang Hao gritted his teeth and stood proudly.

He didn't even reach for his hammer; his dim eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

"Bibi Dong, do you think you can keep me here?"

Pope Bibidon suddenly waved her hand.

A sharp whistle came from her hand, as if in response to her.

Inside the Papal Palace, four shrill screams rang out simultaneously.

"Did you call for help?"

Tang Hao smiled calmly, his stiff expression even somewhat eerie.

He possessed a peculiar aura, devoid of any vitality; his cloudy eyes held no trace of human emotion...

He wouldn't care even if a thousand troops stood in his way.

Simply because he is already dead!

They're puppets!

One spirit ring after another slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet.

The spirit rings were not increasing rapidly, but with each new spirit ring, Tang Hao, who was standing there, became increasingly heavy.

The three immense pressures in front of him were barely contained by the gradually increasing, calm aura emanating from him, creating a quiet area.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The nine spirit rings that appeared on Tang Hao were exactly the same as those on Pope Bibi Dong.

His last spirit ring was also a 100,000-year-old one.

Despite having the same spirit rings.

At this moment, however, the aura emanating from Tang Hao was in no way comparable to that of Pope Bibi Dong.

Beside him, Mo Wuchang also summoned his martial spirit.

A simple and unadorned...

A jet-black three-foot-long sword suddenly hovered above his head, and his black and white hair stood on end.

The spirit rings beneath his feet spread out in circles.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine spirit rings spiraled upwards, and countless fine sword blades, along with Tang Hao's aura, jointly resisted the pressure from Bibi Dong and the others.

Lying on the ground like a dead dog, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang Hao not far in front of him, his eyes filled with pleading.

This is his only idol in the world of Soul Masters, both then and now.

To dare to stand alone in front of the Papal Palace and challenge three Title Douluos led by the Pope—what kind of prestige is that?

And now, it is still his lifeline!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Haotian, save me... save me!"

Yu Xiaogang kept crawling towards Tang Hao.

"Go away!"

With a flick of her sleeve, Bibi Dong sent Yu Xiaogang flying, knocking him unconscious on the ground.

Tang Hao coldly swept his gaze toward the Papal Palace behind the Pope.

"Seven Title Douluos, the Spirit Hall truly lives up to its reputation!"

Chapter 750 Tang Hao reveals himself, Yu Xiaogang is dragged away

Tang Hao's voice was mechanical, without the slightest fluctuation in tone.

Unfortunately, at this time, Tang San...

They didn't even realize that something was wrong.

"Unfortunately, even if there are seven of you, what can you do? Brother Wuchang... please take Xiaosan away first."

Tang Hao calmly gave the order.

"Don't worry, I will get Tang San out safely."

Mo Wuchang reached out and pulled Tang San into his arms.

"Father, Senior Wuchang, where is Godfather? Why didn't he come?"

Tang San was filled with doubt.

"This is none of your business!"

Tang Hao gave a curt reply.

Tang San was slightly taken aback; Tang Hao's last sentence had a noticeably strange tone.

"Brother Wuchang, take him away!"

Tang Hao roared angrily.

The seventh spirit ring beneath his feet shone brightly, and the enormous black Clear Sky Hammer behind Tang Hao suddenly bloomed.

A powerful surge of black light erupted, and the massive Haotian Hammer, unfurled against the wind, transformed into a weapon over a hundred meters long.

The enormous hammerhead was as big as a small mountain.

Red lines emerged from the massive Clear Sky Hammer, and Tang Hao's 100,000-year-old red soul ring suddenly lit up, turning the black giant hammer completely red.

"The Papal Palace, what a magnificent Papal Palace."

"Hahahahaha..."

Amidst arrogant laughter, Tang Hao's right hand moved.

The gigantic hammer, hundreds of meters long, suddenly descended from the sky, not towards the three titled Douluo in front of them, but straight towards the Papal Palace behind them.

In an instant, the air in the entire Spirit City became distorted, and every Soul Master who was not a Title Douluo was unable to move an inch.

"Rongrong, come closer to me!"

Ye Qiu's expression changed slightly.

He immediately used the Blue Silver Emperor to gather the girls together and then unleashed his Martial Soul True Form... covering them all.

"Tang Hao, you dare!"

Pope Bibidon was furious.

She, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo almost simultaneously leaped into the air to meet the giant hammer.

At the same time, four more figures shot out from the Papal Palace, making a total of seven figures, all facing the giant hammer in the air.

boom--!

The minds of all Soul Masters below level 70 were completely blank.

He collapsed to the ground amidst that indescribable, violent roar.

The deafening roar, like divine punishment, caused the entire Spirit City to tremble violently.

Meanwhile, Mo Wuchang had already taken Tang San away...