In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

If his previous soul power level had been lower, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to evade.

But now it's clearly not possible. My soul power is insufficient to unleash that kind of power, allowing me to instantly surpass the height of the Ring of Resistance.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Tang San was sent flying before he could dodge.

He even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uh?

Everyone was shocked; this shouldn't be the case.

Where is the genius we were promised? Where is the formidable combat ability to fight against a Soul Master and a Soul Sect Master?

Am I seeing things?

"Third Brother, you...you...stop acting. This Huo Wu isn't that strong, just go all out and crush her!"

Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't believe that Tang San, who could even hold his own against Zhao Wuji, was suddenly so weak.

In this situation, Tang San was simply playing hard to get.

"Fine. Are you looking down on me?"

Huo Wu is now angry; she feels offended.

Only Tang San himself felt the bitterness in his heart.

I'm not faking it; she's truly too powerful. If it weren't for the Tang Clan's secret techniques, she would have been dead by now.

However, Huo Wu was clearly enraged, and her four soul rings visibly converged together.

A terrifying surge of soul power was about to erupt.

Tang San was immediately horrified; this attack must have been delivered by a Spirit King.

But I'm just a nobody Great Soul Master, how could I possibly withstand such a terrifying attack?

and many more!

At this moment, Tang San felt that his strength was the best proof.

He opened his palm, and a withered blue silver grass appeared. At the same time, his soul ring also appeared…

"Here you are, here you are, Fire Dance, right! Turn the flames up to the maximum temperature, otherwise you're just underestimating Third Brother's skills."

Ma Hongjun shouted excitedly.

However, they were a little confused when they saw the two spirit rings on Tang San's body.

Where is Third Brother's soul ring?

One is missing.

And the Blue Silver Grass... was actually burned to ashes by Fire Dance's flames.

This is completely wrong.

Tang San also felt his cheeks burning; it would be fine if he lost a normal duel.

But Ma Hongjun always boasted about how awesome he was, only to be ruthlessly slapped in the face the next moment.

He even suspected that Ma Hongjun was deliberately trying to ridicule him.

He's feeling blue and sad, like a mushroom.

Why did Tang, a genius of his generation, end up in such a state?

"I never imagined that this was the famous Shrek genius?"

Huo Wu's eyes flashed with disdain. She then looked at the fat man and said, "You and Tang San must have some kind of life-or-death feud, right? Why are you praising him like this?"

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Ma Hongjun was stunned; in fact, he was also devastated.

"Alright, I really have no interest in continuing this kind of battle. You fatso, you know what to do, right?"

Huo Wu's gaze swept coldly over Ma Hongjun, completely ignoring Tang San.

Ma Hongjun was dejected, never expecting that Tang San, whom he regarded as a savior, would be so vulnerable and unable to even catch up with him.

"It was me, I was wrong. I'm sorry!"

He lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

Chapter 166 The Three Peak Douluo Gather

Wuhun City.

The will of the God of Fire descended on that day, undoubtedly causing great impact and damage to Martial Soul City.

However, it has also brought about tremendous changes to this place.

Now, His Holiness the Pope is nowhere to be found, and Qian Daoliu has become the sole ruler of Wuhun City.

However, at this moment, Qian Daoliu was deep in thought in the Angel Temple.

Unlike before, the rebuilt Temple of Angels has been renamed the Temple.

The statue of the angel god was no longer in the temple.

Instead, it was replaced by a statue of a young man.

This man had sword-like eyebrows that reached his temples, and his eyes seemed to hold a galaxy of stars...

In his heart, Qian Daoliu could think of all the words to praise and describe him, but none of them were enough to describe this young man.

"I can hardly describe even a fraction of Mr. Lin's charisma..."

Qian Daoliu put down his carving knife and shook his head secretly.

That's right, this statue was carved by Qian Daoliu himself, and even though it was incredibly beautiful, he was still not satisfied.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow. He sensed a familiar yet powerful aura descending upon him.

"Who could it be? It seems to be an old acquaintance?"

A gentle breeze swept by, and only Qian Daoliu's voice remained in the temple.

As for Qian Daoliu himself, he seemed to teleport to the sky above Wuhun City.

Upon seeing the figures above Wuhun City, he couldn't help but pause in surprise. He asked in a tone of doubt.

"Are you Tang Chen?"

Indeed, the figure before him wore a crimson cloak and a mask, but as an old rival he had fought for half his life, he could still sense the depths of the other's soul.

The atmosphere there.

"Tang... Tang Chen? He seems familiar... So who am I?"

The King of Slaughter suddenly clutched his head in pain.

Qian Daoliu was stunned. What?

Could it be the split personality that the big shot unintentionally mentioned?

After a series of questions and answers, Qian Daoliu discovered that the person who resembled Tang Chen had pupils that were now completely filled with a scarlet color.

That was a chilling intent to kill.

"No, I am not Tang Chen... I am... the King of Slaughter!"

“The King of Slaughter…” Qian Daoliu frowned. He knew that name all too well. As the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent, he naturally knew of the existence of the King of Slaughter and the City of Slaughter.

Yes, because the legacy of the Asura God is hidden there.

Unexpectedly, Tang Chen chose to obtain the inheritance of the Asura God and became lost in it.

As a servant of the Angel God, he naturally understood Tang Chen's state; he must have failed the test of his own soul and lost his way.

"Sigh." Qian Daoliu couldn't help but sigh. Seeing his old rival in this state, he felt a mix of emotions.

"Qian Daoliu, if you can truthfully recount how you colluded with the evil god and how you killed the fire god, I can guarantee that the Spirit Hall will not be destroyed after your death."

The King of Slaughter spoke calmly at this moment. Clearly, he was acting on the will of the God of Asura, wanting to know the origins of the evil god.

"What? Vulcan fell?"

Qian Daoliu was clearly taken aback. How could a wisp of remnant soul be so powerful?!

"Hmph, stop pretending with me. You should know better than I how despicable and shameless the evil god's sneak attacks are! I'll give you one more chance: confess... or die!"

The King of Slaughter coldly rebuked him. At the same time, he unleashed all his power, causing ripples to appear in space.

In his heart, he never believed that Qian Daoliu had the power to contend with him.

After all, the King of Slaughter is a being that combines with Tang Chen, representing the true pinnacle of Douluo.

"Die? It's up to you!"

Qian Daoliu laughed. Even if the King of Slaughter is strong, how strong can he be?

In the past, it would have been different. They would have definitely only gotten hammered!

But things are different now.

He can say it with complete confidence.

On this Douluo Continent... apart from those one, two, three, or four people in the Star Dou Great Forest whom I can't beat, who else am I afraid of?

That's right, that's how confident we are!

"Heh." He sneered, and three pairs of six golden wings unfurled behind him.

A terrifying aura, no less powerful than the King of Slaughter, and perhaps even surpassing it, erupted forth!

That's right, the evil god released the seal on Qian Daoliu when he left this place.

His martial spirit has returned to its original form.

Their strength is now a level above what it was before.

"I don't care if you're Tang Chen or the King of Slaughter. Get out of my Spirit City now!"