Douluo Continent: Starting with Transforming Xiao Wu into the Zerg Queen

Then what about my own experiences, the pain I've suffered, and everything I've given?

Soul Masters across the continent risked their lives, even to the point of self-destruction, to seize a 100,000-year soul ring.

Right now, it's right in front of me.

It was as if it were a wild fruit that could be picked at will by the roadside, carelessly discarded in front of him.

Tang Hao threw away the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and knelt down on the ground in a daze.

He clutched his head and screamed and questioned loudly!

"Why? Why!! Why!!!"

"What's wrong with this world?!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Tang Hao roared wildly and shouted unrestrainedly.

An unprecedented look of madness appeared on his face. Even back then, when he was surrounded by the titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall and faced certain death, Tang Hao had never felt such despair.

Tang Hao's heart slowly sank into a pitch-black world.

"Hahahaha, how ridiculous!"

"Martial Soul, Soul Ring, Soul Master."

"What is the purpose of all this?"

Old Jack looked at Tang Hao, who had suddenly lost all his imposing aura and whose voice was hoarse, as if he had become a completely different person in an instant.

Somewhat confused.

He had revealed all his cards.

The fight hasn't really started yet.

Tang Hao has turned into this?

Chapter 110 Despair, Despair Again, Ultimate Despair! (High-octane)

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Wuhun City.

Wuhun Temple.

Lin Fan, who was lurking in the shadows, suddenly frowned and abruptly stopped moving.

"what happened?"

Lin Fan closed his eyes and connected his mind to the insect web.

moment.

Lin Fan opened his eyes again, his eyes filled with a strange look.

How could Tang Hao have such an unstable mentality?

Tang Hao hadn't even finished implementing all the measures he had prepared in advance, nor had he completed his own script and plan.

How could I have lost my composure like that?

However, Lin Fan quickly realized that Tang Hao was feeling differently.

Just like the plot Lin Fan had seen in his previous life.

When Loki discovers that all their hard work, even at the cost of the lives of countless relatives and friends, is in vain.

Their homes were destroyed, their lives were altered, and the Infinity Stones they fought for by risking everything in the universe turned out to be nothing more than stones used as table legs by ordinary employees of the Time Management Bureau.

They even opened a drawer and found a whole drawer full of Infinity Stones, which they called trash.

Tang Hao's mindset at this moment was exactly the same as Loki's when he was in a breakdown. However, he saw something beyond his expectations and beyond his understanding, and his mind was severely damaged.

However, Loki is an ancient Asgardian god who has endured countless hardships and countless hours before he was able to suppress his painful feelings within himself.

The Tang Hao before them was merely a titled Douluo who could be considered a genius in this world.

This intense blow was undoubtedly the most fatal and severe for Tang Hao.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, stroking his chin as he pondered.

Tang Hao can't just break down like this.

What should I do next?

For someone who is in pain, there is only one way to help them get back on their feet.

It's about plunging him into even deeper pain.

Lin Fan's eyes flickered, and a look of excitement instantly appeared on his face.

With a sinister smile, he reconnected his mind to the insect web.

After completing all this, Lin Fan dodged a patrolling attendant and continued to search for Qian Renxue's whereabouts using his spiritual senses.

A strong premonition told me that Qian Renxue was here.

It's not far from me—

Holy Soul Village.

Inside the wormhole.

Old Jack's eyes suddenly narrowed as a dark light enveloped his eyeballs.

It then returned to normal.

Old Jack looked at the deranged Tang Hao and smiled sinisterly.

"Hehehe! Tang Hao, what's wrong? Have you lost all hope of survival?"

Tang Hao ignored Old Jack's words.

He lowered his head, holding his head in his hands and remaining motionless.

Even the Haotian Hammer, as tall as a person, disappeared, and Tang Hao's fierce soul power was nowhere to be seen.

Even though bright blue light filled Tang Hao's entire body, Tang Hao remained oblivious to it.

Old Jack looked at Tang Hao with disdain, clicked his tongue, shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, Tang Hao."

"This old man thought he would witness Haotian Douluo in his prime."

"But you can go without worry, Tang Hao."

"Your Blue Silver Emperor buried deep in the forest, and your son Tang San who just awakened his martial soul."

"I will take good care of them for you."

Tang Hao suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. At this moment, the expression on Tang Hao's face was like that of a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

It was filled with madness and murderous intent.

"you dare?!"

A deep roar erupted from Tang Hao's throat.

Seeing this, Old Jack nodded secretly and calmly continued, "Oh my, you're finally starting to look like a Title Douluo."

"Hehehe! Don't worry, I was a very good gardener when I was young."

"Isn't it just the Blue Silver Emperor?"

As he said this, old Jack's eyes became incredibly deep, with a scarlet light shining through the darkness.

He looked defiantly at Tang Hao's eyes, which were burning with anger.

He said, word by word, "I will take her, one leaf, one leaf."

"Use sharp scissors to peel her open, little by little."

boom--!

Bang! ! !

A loud explosion rang out!

A powerful gust of wind roared fiercely towards Old Jack's chest!

Old Jack suddenly opened his eyes wide, the words he was about to say were forcibly swallowed back down.

All he could see was a huge black shadow, flashing with scarlet light, hurtling toward his face!

Boom! ! !

Old Jack's body flew backwards violently, like a tattered rag fluttering in a howling wind.

A long trail of bright red blood splattered onto the ground, following the trajectory of Old Jack's body.

Chi! ! !

Intense heat emanated from the giant Haotian Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, constantly producing white mist.

Tang Hao, carrying a hammer in one hand, slowly walked out of a deep pit.

With bloodshot eyes, he stared at old Jack, whose chest had caved in, lying on the ground barely breathing.

"you wanna die!"

"Hohoho cough, cough cough cough."

Old Jack, lying on the ground, laboriously stretched out a hand and pressed it against his chest.

He braced himself on the ground with his other hand, trying hard to get up.

Tang Hao walked to Old Jack's side, stomped hard on Old Jack's body with one foot, and stomped Old Jack down again just as he was about to get up.

At the same time, the force under his feet increased slightly.

The imagined image of old Jack in agony did not materialize.

Old Jack, on the other hand, lay calmly on the ground, looking at Tang Hao, whose face was filled with hatred, regret, and murderous intent.

A smile curved at the corners of his lips.