Tang San's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
"What?"
"..."
"Shangguan Wan'er and Sikong Zhen personally led the team?"
"So fast?!"
He was just analyzing Shangguan Wan'er's martial soul, but he didn't expect that the other party had already come to his doorstep!
Where is my father?
Tang San asked anxiously.
Flanders swallowed hard and said urgently.
"As soon as His Majesty Haotian sensed the aura over there, he led the disciples of Haotian Sect to rush over!"
"He said he was going to stop them!"
A strong sense of unease welled up in Tang San's heart.
"not good!"
"Shangguan Wan'er has a powerful martial spirit, ranking eighth on the martial spirit list, while Sikong Zhen is ranked twelfth."
"When the two of them join forces, their strength is unfathomable."
"Although Father is strong, if he is careless and underestimates his opponent..."
"Father may be in danger!"
Tang San could no longer sit still. He flashed out of the tent.
"Let's go too!"
Dai Mubai roared and followed closely behind.
The Shrek team rushed out and sped towards the right flank of the battlefield.
...
The right flank of the Tiandou Empire's border defenses.
At this moment, this place had become a battlefield of carnage.
Above the sky, dark clouds gathered and lightning bolts danced wildly.
Beneath the rolling thunderclouds, an army clad in black armor, like a black torrent of steel, was tearing apart the Heavenly Dou Empire's defenses with overwhelming force.
This army had no shouts or chaotic cries, only the sound of synchronized footsteps and clashing weapons, a chillingly ruthless display.
This is the elite force of the Tang Dynasty!
At the forefront of the army, two figures hovered in mid-air.
On the left is a burly man with a full head of white hair that stands up like silver needles. He is clad in thunder armor and surrounded by five enormous thunder drums.
With each drumbeat, a massive bolt of lightning descended from the sky, blasting the Heavenly Warriors below into charred remains.
It was Sikong Zhen.
And beside him.
A woman dressed in a blue and white robe was treading in mid-air.
She wore a tall crown, her face was aloof and stunningly beautiful, yet she exuded a unique charm that blended scholarly air with heroic spirit.
She did not hold any swords or knives.
Only a huge brush, flowing with golden light, twirled lightly at her fingertips.
Shangguan Wan'er.
Just then.
boom--!
A crimson beam of light shot down from the horizon, carrying an extremely domineering pressure, and slammed heavily in front of the Tang army.
The earth cracked open, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
The massive shockwave abruptly halted the advance of the Tang Dynasty's vanguard.
The smoke and dust cleared.
A figure resembling a demon god appeared.
Tang Hao wielded a massive Clear Sky Hammer, surrounded by nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—radiating a murderous aura.
Behind him, Tang Xiao led a group of powerful figures from the Haotian Sect to land as well.
"Who goes there!"
Tang Hao roared, his voice booming like thunder.
His cloudy yet domineering eyes were fixed on the two figures in the air.
Shangguan Wan'er lowered her eyes slightly and glanced at Tang Hao indifferently.
Her voice was cold and detached, devoid of any warmth or human emotion.
"The Great Tang Dynasty, Shangguan Wan'er."
Upon hearing this name, Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.
But he is, after all, Haotian Douluo, and he cannot afford to lose in terms of momentum.
Tang Hao snorted coldly and slammed his Haotian Hammer heavily on the ground.
"I am Tang Hao!"
"Martial Soul, Clear Sky Hammer!"
He raised his head, pointing arrogantly at Shangguan Wan'er and Sikong Zhen.
"How dare the mere Tang Empire oppose Shrek Academy and invade our Tiandou territory?"
"Today, I will make sure you never leave alive!"
In his view, although the Tang Empire was mysterious, its foundation was ultimately inferior to that of the Spirit Hall, let alone his Haotian Sect, which had such a long history.
Hearing Tang Hao's arrogant words...
Shangguan Wan'er, suspended in mid-air, showed not even the slightest ripple on her face.
Only the corners of his mouth curled up with a very faint hint of mockery.
She didn't say anything.
With a slight lift of her hand, she gently touched the air with the Spring and Autumn Annals brush.
The ink flowed.
With swift, flowing strokes, she wrote four large, jet-black characters in the air in an instant.
Those four characters seemed to contain immense weight, and every stroke exuded an arrogant air of looking down upon the world.
[A frog in a well!]
These four large characters floated in the air, directly facing Tang Hao's face.
It was filled with extreme humiliation.
"you--!"
Tang Hao looked at those four words and his chest heaved violently with anger, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
"You bastard!"
"How dare you insult me?!"
who is he?
He is the Haotian Douluo who once smashed the Papal Palace!
He is a killing god who strikes fear into the hearts of the entire Soul Master world!
Now, a woman has called him a frog in a well in front of two armies.
Just as Tang Hao was about to unleash his power.
In the sky, the golden list changed once again.
A vast golden light descended, enveloping Shangguan Wan'er.
A magnificent sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
[Ranked 8th on the Martial Soul Ranking: The Spring and Autumn Spirit Brush!]
[Owner: Shangguan Wan'er!]
Tang Hao's angry expression froze instantly.
He suddenly looked up at the words, then at the woman in front of him.
"Shangguan Wan'er, ranked eighth on the Martial Soul Ranking?"
"It's her?!"
Tang Hao was very shocked.
How could this seemingly delicate woman, who only knows how to write, be ranked eighth on the Martial Soul Ranking?
You should know that Tang Hao, with his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, is only ranked seventeenth!
His opponent was ranked nine places higher than him!
How big is the gap between them?
Before Tang Hao could react...
The rewards for Sky Curtain have begun to be distributed.
[Rewards distributed!]
[Soul power solidification increased eightfold!]
[Gained Divine Skill: Word of Power - Guard!]
[The age limit of all spirit rings has been increased by 200,000 years!]
As the rewards were distributed.
The aura emanating from Shangguan Wan'er began to rise at an alarming rate!
The already unfathomable fluctuations of soul power now became as vast as the ocean, causing the surrounding space to crackle and pop.
Immediately afterwards.
Nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Shangguan Wan'er's feet.
The moment these nine spirit rings appeared.
The entire battlefield was deathly silent.
red.
red.
red...
Everything is red!
Nine spirit rings, each radiating a suffocating crimson light, a terrifying symbol representing over 100,000 years of cultivation!
Especially the ninth spirit ring.
The color was so deep it was almost black, a dark, eerie crimson that seemed to contain endless slaughter and bloodshed!
"This...how is this possible?!"
Tang Hao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Looking at the nine blood-red spirit rings, he felt his scalp tingle and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.
"Nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings..."
"Moreover... judging from their color, these are all spirit rings that are hundreds of thousands of years old!"
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