Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Chapter 143 The Title Arrives

Level 55?

Soul King?

Apart from Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu, everyone else gasped in shock.

Tang San, in particular, had considered that Lin Yang might have broken through to level 50.

But to my surprise, it was level 55, a full 23 levels higher than him.

They are only one year apart, yet there is such a huge gap between them.

This would be unbelievable anywhere else, but it was happening right before our eyes.

Tang San forcibly suppressed his surging thoughts, took a deep breath, and with a flick of his right hand, a Blue Silver Grass quietly appeared in his palm.

Three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple, slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Lin Yang didn't even summon his martial soul; he simply stood there, calm and composed.

From beginning to end, he never took Tang San seriously.

Even so, Tang San did not let his guard down in the slightest.

His soul power was already lower than Lin Yang's, leaving him with very little room for error, so he had to be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious.

As soon as his first spirit ring lit up, he raised his hand and unleashed a "Mother's Entanglement" attack.

Swish!

In an instant, several thick roots of Blue Silver Grass suddenly sprang up from the ground, swarming towards Lin Yang like venomous snakes.

However, before they could get close, a sharp golden force shot out, instantly shredding the blue silver grass into pieces.

What!

Tang San gritted his teeth inwardly. He couldn't even get close?

Blue Silver Grass is indeed useless.

It is countered by fire, countered by lightning, and now even weapon spirits are no match for it.

As his cultivation level improved and he witnessed more top-tier martial souls, he increasingly felt the inadequacy of the Blue Silver Grass.

Seeing that the Blue Silver Grass was useless against Lin Yang, Tang San decisively changed his tactics.

His palms gradually turned into a white jade-like color.

With his eyelids slightly lowered, his eyes had turned purple, a sign that he had pushed the Purple Demon Eyes to their limit.

His hands hung down, and the gems on his belt lit up one by one.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz—!

His hands moved swiftly and skillfully, like butterflies flitting among flowers.

A dozen or so streaks of cold light flashed from his fingertips, bursting forth and shooting towards Lin Yang in the blink of an eye, aiming straight for his eyes, heart, and throat.

Joints and other vital areas.

Xiao Wu saw all of this and couldn't help but frown.

What are all these fancy and flashy things?

Zhao Wuji, standing next to him, looked somewhat uneasy, recalling how he had suffered losses in the past because of these very things.

Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely insulting.

I just don't know if this kid named Lin Yang can handle it.

Lin Yang's lips curled down slightly, his tone devoid of disappointment: "Is this all the fuss you're got?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, a faint golden light covering his palm.

As if drawn by an invisible force, the metal projectiles broke free from their original trajectory and converged towards his hand.

Upon seeing this, Tang San's eyes widened in fury.

His hidden weapon, his biggest trump card... how is that possible?

Lin Yang actually has the ability to control metal?

It's not wrong to say it controls metal; although it's not as effective as the Gold Domain, it's sufficient for dealing with some iron-based hidden weapons.

Lin Yang raised his hand and clenched it tightly, squeezing the scattered hidden weapons into a rough iron sword.

He then twirled his sword and whispered, "If you have no other options, then it's my turn!"

Oops!

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, he stepped on the Ghost Shadow Clone Technique and retreated rapidly.

Moon Breathing - First Form - Dark Moon - Palace of the Night!

Lin Yang's gesture appeared to be casual.

The massive crescent-shaped slash shot out instantly.

At the same time, countless tiny moonbeams emanated from around the slash, drifting aimlessly and continuously spreading outwards.

Like raindrops, they instantly enveloped the entire venue.

Boom boom boom!

The stone-paved ground cracked instantly, sending soil and stones flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Where the moonlight fell, it left behind countless slash marks, faintly carrying the aura of frost and darkness.

Everyone held their breath at that moment, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Lin Yang.

Especially Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai, who put themselves in Tang San's shoes, found that they couldn't withstand this attack no matter what.

What alarmed them even more was that this was just a casual strike from Lin Yang.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. This kid...

Then he suddenly realized something, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed, "Oh no!"

Tang San's background is not simple. If he really dies here, their entire academy will be in deep trouble.

Just as Zhao Wuji stood up, a figure appeared and disappeared in the dust.

Yu Tianheng was taken aback. Could it be that Tang San blocked it?

When the dust settled, everyone saw Tang San standing there covered in blood, with countless wounds all over his body.

Seeing Tang San swaying and about to collapse, Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted, "Quickly, save him!"

Lin Yang simply watched coldly without making a move to stop it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to kill Tang San, but the moment he made his move, an extremely subtle killing intent had already locked onto him.

If you beat the younger one, the older one will naturally follow.

Therefore, defeating Tang San is just the beginning.

The real highlight is yet to come.

Thinking of this, Lin Yang took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming profound.

He also wanted to see how much of the power Haotian Douluo, who once dominated the continent, still had.

Just as Zhao Wuji and the others were frantically trying to get Tang San away, a barely perceptible transmission of soul power reached Xiao Wu's ears: "Run!"

Xiao Wu's expression remained unchanged after hearing Zhao Wuji's telepathic message.

In fact, with her intelligence, she already knew what she was about to face.

So what if the account is banned?

Even if it means death, she will stand with Lin Yang.

Lin Yang turned to look at Xiao Wu, a helpless smile on his face. "We should go. We probably won't be welcome here anymore."

"Then let's go," Xiao Wu answered without hesitation.

The three quickly left Shrek Academy, leaving Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing standing there dumbfounded.

The examiners have all disappeared. What will happen to their entrance exams?

Is it still necessary to attend this school?

Zhu Zhuqing watched Lin Yang and the others leave, a flicker of something in her dark eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, she ultimately did not chase after them.

Lin Yang and his two companions drove their carriage along the official road for dozens of miles until they were surrounded by deserted people. Suddenly—

"Kid!"

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly exploded in the ears of the three people, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Lin Yang stopped the carriage and looked into the depths of the forest ahead, his pupils slightly contracting.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the forest.

The figure was wearing a tattered black robe, looking like a beggar you could see anywhere.

But this beggar's gait carried an air of quiet authority and domineering confidence.

The heavy footsteps were neither fast nor slow, yet each step seemed to pound on their hearts.

call!

With the arrival of this figure, a suffocating pressure, like a tsunami, swept over them.

In that instant, the air around them seemed to freeze completely.

Under the terrifying pressure, the old horse let out a terrified neigh and was scared to death.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Wu's face was slightly pale.

Dugu Yan stared in shock at the disheveled middle-aged man before her.

This aura, even stronger than his grandfather's, undoubtedly belongs to a Title Douluo.

But... why would a Title Douluo target them?

Lin Yang narrowed his eyes, his expression grave.

Tang Hao, Haotian Douluo!

As expected, it happened.

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