Gal Douluo: Love Becomes God

"Those fluid footwork, that terrifying burst of power, and that exquisite technique of deflecting force..."

"This is even more powerful than a power-attack type, and even more agile than an agility-attack type!"

"How on earth was this kid trained? Is he an all-around warrior?!"

Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded.

"Even a Beast Soul Master who has trained their body to the extreme may not have this kind of reaction speed."

"Is my theory really outdated? Are young people these days all so twisted?"

"Brother Tian is invincible! Long live Brother Tian!"

Xiao Chenyu, Wang Sheng, and the others were no longer shouting at this point.

Instead, they were howling; it was a kind of fanatical fervor born from witnessing a miracle.

Tang San smiled.

The eldest brother's strength is beyond doubt!

"I knew it."

Xiao Wu proudly raised her chin:

"Brother Xiaotian is so strong, what is that fat guy?"

Dean Zhang's eyes were filled with tears, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

"That's amazing! Absolutely amazing! Our Nottingham Academy has produced such a true dragon!"

"With Xiao Tian's strength, let alone a primary academy, even the Heaven Dou Royal Academy would be scrambling to get him!"

Ma Hongjun groaned and couldn't get up from the ground.

I felt like my whole body was about to fall apart.

That immense gap in strength filled him with disappointment and despair.

This scene, however, made Flander's anger rise rapidly.

He traveled all the way from Soto City, hoping to find a hidden genius.

As a result, the genius didn't receive it, and his prized student was treated as a fraud.

His own face was being trampled and rubbed on the ground.

They got nothing and only caused a lot of trouble.

This was a shock to Flanders, who was greedy and extremely protective of his own.

It's even more painful than killing him.

An unnamed rage surged to his head.

"Kid...you went way too far!"

Flander took a sudden step forward.

He even had a thought:

Since I can't have him, I won't let you humiliate Shrek so arrogantly!

Even if it's bullying the weak, we'll teach this arrogant brat a lesson today!

Before Notting Soul Master Academy could react.

At this very moment.

One hand gripped Flander's arm tightly.

"stop!!!"

Yu Xiaogang practically roared it out.

The voice was filled with unprecedented terror.

Chapter 67 Flander and Yu Xiaogang apologize by cutting off their own flesh.

At this critical juncture...

A hand suddenly grabbed Flander's raised arm.

"stop--!!!"

The voice almost cracked.

He turned around abruptly, his brow furrowed with impatience.

"Xiao Gang! What are you doing? Don't block me! This kid is too arrogant. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll..."

He, Flander, has been a part of the golden trio that has roamed the continent for so many years.

He's just the dean now, not dead!

They do have some ambition!

However, Flander hadn't finished speaking.

He was stunned.

Because he saw Yu Xiaogang's face.

Pale, bloodless, large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Those listless eyes were now wide open.

It was filled with fear!

That was an extreme fear that penetrated to the bone.

"Are you crazy, Flander?! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Yu Xiaogang did not open his mouth and shout.

The sound is drawn into a line, transmitting the sound in a secret way.

"Flander! Calm down! Those two kids' last name is Tang!"

"Do you understand?"

Flander paused for a moment, his anger subsiding for a brief instant.

Is your surname Tang?

There are plenty of people with the surname Tang in the Douluo Continent, could it really be...?

Yu Xiaogang's warning bombarded his mind again:

"Flander, listen carefully..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled, each word seeming to have taken all his strength:

"Their father... is Tang Hao!"

"That killing god who, back then, single-handedly with a hammer, nearly killed the Pope of the Spirit Hall and terrified several Title Douluos—the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!"

"Boom—!!!"

The moment I heard the words "Haotian Douluo".

Flander's original imposing manner was like a punctured balloon.

With a "poof" sound, it was completely emptied in an instant.

He froze on the spot.

He remained in that awkward position with one foot out and the arm raised.

It became quite comical.

A bone-chilling cold.

It shot straight to the top of his head!

My heart skipped a beat at that moment.

Tang Hao?!

That killing god who dared to confront even the Spirit Hall head-on?

These two children are actually his offspring?

Flander felt his throat go dry and his scalp tingle.

He slowly turned his neck to look at the boy opposite him again.

Tang Tian still stood there.

Faced with the Soul Saint's oppressive aura, he didn't even blink.

Flander had previously thought this was just youthful ignorance and arrogance.

Now it seems...

This is simply blatant arrogance!

"No wonder...no wonder this kid is so arrogant!"

"No wonder the first soul ring was for a hundred years, and the second soul ring was for a thousand years!"

"Besides that monstrous family of Haotian Douluo, who else could raise such a monster that defies common sense?"

"And... if these two children are here, what about Tang Hao?"

In an instant, an image of a figure wielding a giant Haotian Hammer flashed into Flander's mind.

The figure seemed to be somewhere nearby, coldly staring at his neck.

Let alone a mere Soul Saint like him.

Even if a titled Douluo were to arrive.

You have to weigh how many lives you have in front of that God of Death!

Although Flanders loved money and face, he loved his life even more!

cold sweat.

It instantly soaked through the back of Flander's clothes.

An awkward silence filled the air.

Everyone was looking at Flander.

I don't know why this Soul Saint, who was so imposing just now, suddenly seems to have been frozen in place.

Holding his hands up without moving, his facial expressions were quite varied.

From anger to astonishment, and then to fear.

In the end, it turned into a kind of constipation-like entanglement.

A few seconds later.

Flander took a deep breath.

With the thick skin he'd developed over years of experience in the underworld, he managed to retract his foot.

The muscles in his face twitched unnaturally a few times.

She forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

He can't tell the truth; that would be suicide.

But he couldn't continue; that would be suicide.

We must smooth things over!

We must admit defeat immediately, right now!

"Cough cough..."

Flander coughed twice to cover his panic.

The tone underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

It became an extremely stiff and unnaturally amiable demeanor.