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Lan Minghua wasn't surprised in the slightest—in fact, he was already growing impatient.
But if I go out just because you told me to… wouldn't that make me lose face?
He didn't even bother to change his posture and continued sipping his wine.
Outside the window, Tang Hao sensed that Lan Minghua wasn't making a move. He paused mid-step, veins bulging on his forehead.
"How dare he! How dare he ignore me!"
A dignified Titled Douluo, and he couldn't even command a lowly Soul Saint.
If word of this got out, how could he ever hold his head up again?
"I was going to spare your life and let you be my son's dog. But since you don't know your place, you can go to hell!"
Tang Hao's fury erupted. His expression darkened like a storm, and his killing intent chilled the air by several degrees.
Unconcerned about being discovered, he shot forward like a streak of black lightning.
Inside the room, Lan Minghua sensed the incoming attack and let out a cold smirk.
He had dared to take on Zhao Wuji's calamity—why would he fear Tang Hao?
"System, use a Peak Experience Card for Rotten-Life Minghua."
For every 10% increase in his role-playing progress, he received a one-hour peak combat experience card for his persona. With his progress just over 30%, he had three such cards.
This was the source of Lan Minghua's confidence—a mere Tang Hao was not worth his concern.
[Ding! Rotten-Life Minghua Peak Experience Card activated. Remaining: 2.]
[Countdown: 59 minutes 59 seconds.]
In an instant, an overwhelming surge of power flooded Lan Minghua's body like a breaking dam.
At that moment, the entire world changed before his eyes.
Tang Hao's movements, previously too fast to follow, now slowed to a crawl—clear and easy to track.
Mid-charge, Tang Hao suddenly felt a deep sense of unease, but the arrow was already nocked—he had to follow through.
He burst into the room, launching a punch aimed at shattering Lan Minghua's skull.
The wind howled with the blow, and the air in the room was instantly sucked away, creating a suffocating pressure.
But Lan Minghua simply raised his hand and caught Tang Hao's fist.
BOOM!
With a deafening crash, the wooden wall behind Lan Minghua exploded from the shockwave.
Lan Minghua's hair whipped about and his clothes flapped wildly—but he hadn't moved back an inch.
"How is that possible?! He blocked my full-force attack!"
Tang Hao's eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. It was as if he'd witnessed the most impossible thing in the world.
Startled by the commotion, the drunken Zhao Wuji and Flender quickly used their spirit power to sober up and scrambled to their feet.
"What's going on?!"
Their eyes locked onto the scene—Lan Minghua squaring off against a mysterious man in a black cloak.
Zhao Wuji's anger surged. His spirit power roared to life as his seven spirit rings appeared.
"You dare attack someone from Shrek? You're courting death!"
But just as he prepared to charge, the room was overwhelmed by an incredible pressure.
Terrifying spirit power erupted—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine rings in total.
"A… A Titled Douluo?!"
Cold sweat poured from Zhao Wuji's forehead as his body froze in place.
Flender adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the man's profile beneath the hood.
He didn't advance—instead, he took a step back, choosing not to get involved.
Lan Minghua noticed Flender's retreat and smirked with disdain.
Zhao Wuji hadn't backed down. Whether he was frozen in fear or preparing to help, it didn't matter. He was better than Flender—in Lan Minghua's eyes, at least.
Besides, the man had bought him a round of drinks and trusted him to handle this calamity. Naturally, he couldn't let Zhao Wuji get hurt.
"Old Zhao, you should get back. This level of fight... it's out of your league, la."
With a casual wave of his hand, Lan Minghua sent Zhao Wuji flying out of the room. He then turned with a mocking look at Tang Hao, who was still struggling to pull his fist back.
"Sneaking around in the middle of the night to launch an attack? Don't tell me... you're a wanted man? Only desperate fugitives act like this, you know."
At the word "wanted," Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, and his killing aura exploded.
"Go to hell!"
Driven by murderous rage, his other arm launched forward, a second punch carrying the force of a cannonball aimed straight at Lan Minghua's head.
The punch tore through the air, howling with such violence that the very atmosphere seemed to hiss and rip apart.
But Lan Minghua was ready. The moment Tang Hao struck, his eyes gleamed like cold steel.
With impossible speed, his right leg lashed out, snapping upward like a spear and slamming into Tang Hao's chin.
The kick was so powerful it created a sharp sonic boom in the air. At such close range, Tang Hao had no time to defend.
Crack!
In an instant, his jaw shattered. Blood and teeth sprayed from his mouth.
Lan Minghua had deliberately avoided kicking his head open—he didn't want to get blood on himself.
Releasing his grip on Tang Hao's fist, he followed through with another explosive burst of force from his leg.
Like a cannonball fired from a great cannon, Tang Hao's body shot backward, smashing uncontrollably through the house and into the sky.
BOOM!
A deafening crash echoed as Tang Hao blasted through the ceiling as if it were made of paper, leaving a massive hole behind.
But Lan Minghua wasn't finished. Golden light erupted from his body as he soared into the air after him.
Wood splinters flew everywhere. The violent gust of wind from his ascent caused the already fragile house to collapse completely.
Flender stood frozen, dumbfounded. He had never imagined Lan Minghua was this powerful.
Even that man wasn't his match?
That meant… Lan Minghua was at least a Titled Douluo!
Zhao Wuji witnessed the shocking scene, his eyes as wide as saucers, nearly bulging from their sockets. His jaw hung open in a perfect "O," wide enough to fit an ostrich egg. He stood there like a statue, his mind completely blank.
Lan Minghua had just sent a Titled Douluo with a 100,000-year spirit ring flying!
And it wasn't over yet.
Lan Minghua ascended like a blazing sun, lighting up the dark skies above Soto City as if it were daytime.
Tang Hao didn't even have time to cry out. He felt a pressure from Lan Minghua that was even more terrifying than what he had felt from Qian Daoliu.
Killing God Domain!
Hao Tian True Body!
100,000-Year Spirit Ring—Detonate!
To survive, Tang Hao even detonated the spirit ring that had once belonged to his wife.
In the sky, two lights—one golden, one crimson—clashed violently.
The heavens and earth roiled. Fierce winds howled through the night, rousing the sleeping members of Shrek, who ran outside in a panic.
Looking up, their faces went pale with fright.
When Tang San saw the giant, blood-red phantom in the sky, his pupils shrank to needlepoints.
That's… Father!
As a 100,000-year soul beast in human form, Xiao Wu was paralyzed by the world-ending spirit power. She crouched on the ground, trembling and covering her ears.
Lan Minghua had anticipated Tang Hao's desperation, but he hadn't expected him to actually sacrifice a 100,000-year spirit ring.
Tang Hao's aura surged, his eyes bulging with fury, exuding a terrifying majesty.
The crimson phantom raised its Clear Sky Hammer, which grew to an astonishing size, warping the very space around it.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Controlling the phantom, Tang Hao slammed the colossal hammer down.
It tore through the sky with a sharp shriek, threatening to crush everything in existence.
Yet, faced with this terrifying display, Lan Minghua's expression remained utterly calm.
His right hand formed a claw as a golden light rippled from his fingertips.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
(End of Chapter)