In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 313 Tang Hao's Defeat

Two fierce forces collided, causing turbulent winds and currents to rise between heaven and earth. Wang Zhao held the Necromancer's Scythe slightly in front of him, his gaze sharpening.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot!

At this moment, he wouldn't sit idly by and wait for the result of the collision between Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and the gray light blade. In short, Wang Zhao knew very well that although he had caught Tang Hao off guard with his self-created soul skill Chaotic Cloak Demon Scythe, and even used the powerful ultimate technique Nine Returns to One, it was definitely not enough to truly seriously injure Tang Hao.

After all, Tang Hao wasn't incapable of fighting back or being completely at his mercy. This attack, at most, only made Tang Hao feel quite troubled.

Faced with this guy who often activates cheat codes no less powerful than the original protagonist Tang San during special periods, Wang Zhao said, "Since head-on confrontation is your forte, then I won't confront you head-on."

The Necromancer's Scythe, necromancy, its most prominent characteristic is ultimately its eeriness.

Thinking it over, Wang Zhao's lips moved slightly as he silently recited the incantation to cast the spell once more.

Before long, two thick and long shadowy figures suddenly emerged from the chaotic void. Their origin was unknown. They resembled eerie and terrifying tentacles, or even long whips, dripping with venom capable of causing extreme pain to the soul.

As soon as it appeared, it lashed out at Tang Hao, who was struggling against the gray light and shadow of the blade, and soon Tang Hao's painful groans echoed across the battlefield.

"what!"

Wang Zhao's lips curled slightly.

Necromantic magic: Death Whip.

This move wouldn't normally cause much trouble for this "Day-to-Day Douluo," but these are special times.

boom! ! !

Before long, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Wang Zhao saw Tang Hao's extremely disheveled figure. At the same time, he also withdrew the Death Whip.

Immediately afterwards, another gray light blade of energy was swung at Tang Hao, who hastily used the Clear Sky Hammer to defend against it.

"Have you hit me enough...?"

Tang Hao then said in a low voice.

"Of course not."

"snort!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened suddenly, finally no longer concealing his violent expression, and a faint blackish-purple light flashed in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, I'd like to see just how powerful you, this Spirit Hall Holy Son who loves to play tricks, really are, and whether you're even more resilient than your former Pope, Qian Xunji!"

After saying that, Tang Hao took the initiative to attack. Unlike his previous slight underestimation, this time he directly used his own soul skills and Haotian Nine Absolutes.

In addition to that, there is...

Swish!

The world seemed to darken inexplicably, and the entire mountain range appeared to be stained blackish-purple. A suffocating yet captivating aura emanated from it, and Wang Zhao frowned as he gripped the handle of the Necromancer's Scythe.

This is, the field?

Tang Hao's God of Slaughter Domain? No, that can't be right. Wang Zhao had sensed the God of Slaughter Domain before on Bibi Dong, and it shouldn't be like the one Tang Hao is displaying now.

But if it's not the God of Slaughter Domain, then what is it?

With his doubts lingering, Wang Zhao avoided direct combat with Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer while skillfully using necromancy and sword energy to constantly harass Tang Hao, and once again unleashed the Chaotic Cloak Demon Scythe.

During the process, some filthy thoughts would inexplicably pop into Wang Zhao's mind from time to time. The images of the women who had been entangled with him in this world kept appearing, interfering with Wang Zhao's ability to use the Chaotic Cloak Demon Scythe at times.

He slapped his forehead, barely regaining his senses. He muttered an incantation and secretly cast the necromancy spell "Heart of the Dead," instantly entering a state of extreme calm and rationality.

Only then did he completely break free from Tang Hao's domain influence.

"This guy, this effect... could what he's unleashing be the so-called Rakshasa Domain?"

Wang Zhao's gaze lingered on Tang Hao's surroundings, and considering Tang Hao's series of unusual behaviors, she suddenly realized something.

"So, he underwent the Rakshasa God Trial? He was killing people all over the continent to complete the trial? Holy crap!"

The more Wang Zhao thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and in the end, the way he looked at Tang Hao completely changed.

Warriors, how dare you accept such a lousy bastard as Rakshasa Godkao?

Therefore, after being forced into a friendly exchange by the two gods of time and space, the Rakshasa God of this world chose to abandon the persecution of Bibi Dong and instead set his sights on Tang Hao...

As Wang Zhao's thoughts raced, under the extreme rationality effect of the Heart of Annihilation, he had roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

However, despite Wang Zhao's thoughts, the battle between him and Tang Hao never ceased. After another exchange of blows, Tang Hao eventually withdrew.

"What's wrong? Is it not working?"

Wang Zhao then stood in the void, holding the Necromancer's Scythe in front of him, pointing the blade directly at Tang Hao, his imposing aura undiminished.

Compared to him, Tang Hao was genuinely feeling quite tired. Physically, it wasn't too bad, since the endurance of a Title Douluo was incredibly impressive. What he was more exhausted was mentally.

This Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is truly cunning!

Tang Hao couldn't help but think.

Because Wang Zhao refused to engage him in direct combat and instead kept bombarding him with all sorts of bizarre and torturous skills, he felt incredibly frustrated. He felt that fighting this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was even more unbearable than fighting Qian Xunji, Chrysanthemum, and Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall.

And... what's wrong with this pretentious kid? Why is he completely unaffected by his Rakshasa Domain?

At this moment, Tang Hao once again missed his domineering God of Slaughter Domain.

He gave Wang Zhao a deep look with a hint of resentment, and then suddenly turned away.

By now, Tang Hao was beginning to realize that he probably wouldn't be able to defeat the Spirit Hall's Holy Son today. Even if he unleashed his full power, he could only repel him at most, and he couldn't possibly save Wang Zhao's life or even capture him alive.

Since that's the case, it's inevitable that his deeds will be exposed, and the fact that he became a fallen soul master will probably spread throughout the continent very soon...

hateful!

Tang Hao felt a deep sense of powerlessness. In the end, all he wanted was to finish the Nine Trials of Rakshasa and become a true Rakshasa God. Then, he would be in charge of everything, from being the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall to having a bad reputation!

As Tang Hao turned around, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly shrank and became lighter, but it did not disappear. With the support of his Martial Soul, the speed at which he unleashed his Soul Power was instantly more than one level faster than when he had not summoned his Martial Soul. He was about to run away again.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Tang Hao turned around abruptly and asked loudly, "Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, may I leave my name?!"

Wang Zhao thought for a moment.

"I'll remember. My name is Li Ming."

"Leaving the Underworld..."

Tang Hao repeated it in a low voice, and then quickly disappeared into the distance.

Wang Zhao stared intently at Tang Hao's retreating figure, paused for a moment, but still did not choose to chase after him.

(End of this chapter)