Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Tie Tang lowered his arms, and the scene he saw was unforgettable for him.

At this moment, apart from him and Zhang Mo and Tang Ya standing opposite him, there was no other person standing in the training ground.

Tang Ya was quite surprised by what she saw.

She wasn't surprised by the Iron Blood Sect disciples who died under Zhang Mo's sword, but rather marveled at Zhang Mo's current strength.

She had never seen Zhang Mo's Angel Mirror; her knowledge of it was still limited to the time when Zhang Mo had struggled to win seven games in a row when he first joined the company last year.

Now that he's a Soul Master, although the blows from a high-level Soul Master to a low-level Soul Master are cruel and merciless, defeating more than fifty people in one move is not an easy task.

Master... you're actually that strong. It seems he wasn't joking when he said he'd help me rebuild the Tang Clan.

Tang Ya had actually thought that if she couldn't beat Tie Tang and his son Tie Li, she could simply escape from Tian Dou City and return to Shrek Academy.

Severed limbs, screams, and blood were scattered throughout the training ground.

Those fifty-three Iron Blood Sect disciples were either dead or wounded, and none of them were without Zhang Mo's mirror sword embedded in their bodies.

Few disciples of the Iron Blood Sect were fortunate enough to escape being impaled by the Mirror Sword, but even they were now riddled with wounds and missing pieces, letting out blood-curdling screams.

Tie Tang had lost all will to fight and his earlier arrogance.

For a moment, the usually arrogant and domineering young sect leader felt nauseous.

The moon slowly rose at that moment, and its light moved slowly across the earth, eventually landing on Zhang Mo's face.

Zhang Mo stood there straight as an arrow, as if eliminating these Iron Blood Sect disciples was a trivial matter to him.

Blood splattered on his face, his cold, empty eyes staring straight at Tie Tang.

Tie Tang had seen that look in his eyes before.

Three years ago, his soul power broke through to level 40, and his father took him to the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts.

On their journey, the father and son spotted a ten-thousand-year-old tiger spirit beast in the distance, which had somehow wandered to the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt. Tie Tang and his father hid in the bushes in the distance, afraid of being discovered by the ten-thousand-year-old tiger spirit beast.

But Tie Tang couldn't suppress his curiosity; he longed to witness the moment when that ten-thousand-year-old soul beast hunted.

He raised his head and looked at the soul beast in the distance.

Who would have thought that the tiger-spirit beast, having just finished enjoying its prey, its mouth full of blood, would meet Tie Tang's gaze in mid-air?

The man and the beast stared at each other like that.

The ferocious ten-thousand-year-old tiger spirit beast stared coldly at Tie Tang, as if it were eyeing the flowers and grass by the roadside, completely unconcerned.

Perhaps because the tiger spirit beast had just had a hearty meal, it had no interest in hunting anymore. After staring at each other for a moment, it wagged its tail and left, heading towards the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest.

This scene left a very deep impression on Tie Tang.

The gaze of a top predator: cold, violent, and emotionless eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Mo's emotionless gaze at the blood flower was exactly the same as that of the tiger-spirit beast he had encountered three years ago!

Tie Tang's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He slowly backed away and waved his hand, saying, "Young master, I... we can talk."

"Look, you've killed so many of my disciples. Can we just forget about the insults I just made against you and her?"

Zhang Mo's eyes remained as cold as ever.

"You're just the young master of a trash sect. What right do you have to talk to me about wiping our debts?"

"Only those who are lying on the ground have the right to talk to me about settling things."

The yellow spirit ring behind Zhang Mo was still shining.

The Angel Mirror began spewing light into the sky again, and those light spots slowly gathered in the air and condensed into a shining mirror sword.

The young master of a trashy sect.

These words were extremely stimulating to Tie Tang's brain.

I am not the same person I was three years ago! And this pretty boy is no longer that ancient, bloodthirsty soul beast!

What right does he have? What am I afraid of!

Tie Tang's forehead veins throbbed. He had initially thought this pretty boy was a tough nut to crack, so he decided to let things slide for now and wait for his father and the sect elders to return before taking him down.

But now he can't stand it anymore.

The purple spirit ring behind Tie Tang shone brightly.

He leaped high into the air, roaring, "Don't be so arrogant!"

"Fourth Soul Skill, Iron Cannon Fist!"

Tie Tang's right arm was covered with a layer of gray light, making it look a bit harder. He opened his fist in mid-air and smashed it straight down at Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo remained motionless, without even looking up at him.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"go!"

Zhang Mo pointed his finger upwards, and after a brief tremor, the mirror swords all turned their tips and shot towards Tie Tang in mid-air.

Although Tie Tang was a good-for-nothing, the soul power of a fellow Soul Master was not fake. With the support of his fourth soul skill, Tie Tang actually managed to shatter quite a few mirror swords in mid-air for a time.

This made Tie Tang's lips curl into a smile.

That's more like it, those pretty boys with all that fancy footwork. I'm not comparable to those useless disciples.

But gradually, as Tie Tang shattered more and more mirror swords in the air, the gray light on his right arm gradually faded until it disappeared.

Tie Tang was startled and wanted to immediately unleash his fourth soul skill again.

But Zhang Mo and his mirror sword will not give him that chance.

"Whoosh!"

The first cut made by the mirror sword appeared.

More and more in an instant.

"Spare his life!" A deep voice came from afar.

Several figures were approaching from a distance.

But Zhang Mo seemed not to hear, and the mirror sword instantly engulfed Tie Tang's body.

Before being swallowed by the mirror sword, Tie Tang turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

"Dad..."

Then, he was swallowed by the mirror sword, and a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the mirror sword crimson.

"No!!"

A figure in the distance, leading the way, let out a deafening roar, and then one white, two yellow, and three purple figure shone brightly in the night sky.

Then the purple spirit ring flashed in the air, and the figure approached Zhang Mo and Tang Ya at an extremely fast speed.

Six spirit rings, a Spirit Emperor!

Zhang Mo no longer slackened, and his fourth spirit ring shone brightly behind him.

The Angel Mirror spewed out beams of light, which were not connected to the beams of light that had condensed the mirror sword earlier. They rapidly expanded in the air, transforming into hexagonal mirror shields.

Zhang Mo no longer stood with his hands behind his back. With a wave of his right arm, half of the mirror shields floating around him quickly flew backward, enveloping Tang Ya's figure.

The remaining part was to envelop Zhang Mo himself.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Iron Cannon Scorching the Ground!"

The figure roared as it descended from the sky, slamming its fist into the ground.

The shockwave and debris from the violent impact shattered several of Zhang Mo's mirror shields. Zhang Mo quickly took out the Sword of Judgment from his storage soul tool and held it in front of him with his hand reversed.