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

Chapter 377 Tang Ritian's Heart Strikes

"..."

Sensing the faint sorrow in her sister Qingyun's words, Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, unsure how to comfort her. She changed the subject, saying, "According to you, Sister Qingyun, the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Tang Sect are sworn enemies. So, how do you plan to deal with Tang San, who is very likely from the Tang Sect and, like you, Sister Qingyun, appears on the Douluo Continent for unknown reasons?"

"Should we just kill him? Or...?"

"No."

In response, Ning Qingyun, who was in her spiritual sea, calmly shook her head.

"That Tang San is not simple. I suspect he has a powerful backer. He probably isn't just some commoner. Let's observe him for a while before making any decisions."

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to care at all when she heard this.

"Stronger? So what if there are? How many forces on the continent today can surpass our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? We also have Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword, who, under your guidance, has the potential to break through to the Limit Douluo level. If we plan to deal with Tang San in the future, you don't need to worry about it, Sister."

"Um……"

Ning Qingyun nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly remembered the terrifying Spirit Hall Holy Son, Lord of the Undead Calamity, who had spoken to Tang San when he left Shilake Academy that morning.

Tang San, Tang Hao, Tang...

"boom!"

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from afar. Ning Rongrong paused, wanting to join in the fun but hesitating. However, the next moment, after hearing her sister's words, a relaxed smile quickly appeared on her face.

"The familiar sword intent and the pure killing intent devoid of emotion... Rongrong, if I'm not mistaken, it should be your Sword Grandpa who has arrived."

……

At this moment, in the boys' dormitory of Shillake Academy.

As if sensing something, Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed to recuperate and repair his soul power, suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of a smile flashing in them.

Then, he got out of bed and walked towards the wooden door. Noticing the noise he was making, his roommate Oscar couldn't help but ask, "Tang San, where are you going?"

"Let's go for a walk..."

Tang San paused as he spoke.

"Do you want to come along?"

"I... uh... I think I'll pass."

Oscar replied.

Upon hearing this, Tang San didn't force him. He simply turned his head with a hint of regret in his eyes, opened the wooden door, and walked outside...

The scene shifts to a forest.

On the two tall trees, a figure stood facing each other, scrutinizing one another.

A short while later, one of them, wearing a black hood and clearly a tall man, said calmly, "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Chen Xin?"

"You are... um, Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao?"

Across from him, Chen Xin, dressed in light blue sword attire without any attempt to conceal himself, spoke with a deep gaze.

"Looks like you also want to teach that bully a lesson."

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he fell silent.

Chen Xin looked at him, opened her mouth as if to ask about the situation of this "fallen soul master" who had recently become famous on the continent, but in the end she did not speak. She planned to tell Ning Fengzhi about the situation of Shilaike Academy after returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and let him make a decision.

While they were pondering this, the two soon saw a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist come to the base of the tree. It was none other than Zhao Wuji.

"Come out, I know you two are here. Although I don't know if you're in cahoots, you both just sent telepathic messages calling me out at the same time. Heh... I, Immovable King Zhao Wuji, am not someone to be trifled with. Once I start moving, it's not something you can just stop on a whim."

"Are you all ready? Ready to get beaten up!"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji spoke in a deep voice with great "courage," his face showing a hint of being ready to strike. At the same time, he completed his Martial Soul Possession in the first instant. Seven Soul Rings pulsated around his body, flashing with dazzling light. In particular, the three black ten-thousand-year Soul Rings looked astonishingly profound.

"..."

On the tree, Tang Hao and Chen Xin exchanged a strange glance, and then jumped down at the same time.

Zhao Wuji, who had just completed the possession of the Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul, was quickly stunned. He first glanced at Chen Xin, who was not disguised and had not revealed the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul at the moment, and then at Tang Hao, who was dressed in black. He couldn't help but frown.

These two guys don't seem like they're easy to deal with...

"Who are you people?"

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked.

Tang Hao responded before Chen Xin could, but he didn't directly answer Zhao Wuji's question. He simply said, "Meeting the Immovable King in this small place, I just wanted to spar with you. It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles."

As he spoke, Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand. Instantly, a black light condensed in his palm, transforming into a large black hammer. At the same time, nine spirit rings, symbolizing the optimal configuration under normal circumstances, rose from beneath his feet.

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

This last blood-red soul ring, signifying a level of 100,000 years, suddenly unleashed an incredibly fierce aura, leaving Zhao Wuji dumbfounded, while Chen Xin beside him also frowned slightly.

In the original story, Tang Hao's ninth spirit ring should have been black with a faint red tinge, representing the aftereffects of his previous spirit ring explosion. However, in this timeline, Tang Hao has undergone the Rakshasa Divine Trial. While the Rakshasa Divine Trial was indeed challenging, he can still easily repair his spirit ring's energy using some of the advantages of the trial.

"This is?!"

"You are, Japan..."

"Hiss~ Wait, no, your hammer..."

At this moment, Zhao Wuji looked at Tang Hao with a face full of shock, his expression changing repeatedly. However, when he focused his attention on the large black hammer in Tang Hao's hand, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Tang Hao's "Haotian Hammer" had spiral patterns and a cone-shaped head, making it look quite strange. Oh, and by the way, the cone-shaped head didn't seem to be a solid cone; it seemed to be just a decoration.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's strange expression, Chen Xin couldn't help but glance at Tang Hao's hand holding the big black hammer. As soon as she glanced at it, Tang Hao's expression also quickly turned strange.

What is that thing?

A black bamboo shoot with a handle...?

Noticing that both of them had focused their attention on his Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao's forehead faintly showed the character "井" (well), then he clenched his fist and suddenly withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Your Excellency, I wonder..."

Seeing Tang Hao's actions, Zhao Wuji finally came to his senses, and then involuntarily took half a step back, speaking haltingly.

(End of this chapter)