Douluo Continent: Twin Golden and Silver Dragons Shock Bibi Dong

"Your girlfriends at the Soto City Grand Hotel are not going anywhere."

"At my speed, I can definitely get back to that hotel and capture all those girls before you teleport away and run back to Soto City."

"That little girl Ning Rongrong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I really can't touch her. But what about the others? That Na'er you treat like a sore spot, and Xiao Wu... If they fall into my hands, do you think you can still stand here like this, looking down on me and criticizing me?"

So, tell me.

"What is your purpose in going to such lengths to provoke me?"

Faced with an undisguised kidnapping threat from a Title Douluo, Xuan Hao remained calm.

Instead of showing the fear or hesitation that Tang Hao had expected, he seemed to have heard a rather unfunny joke and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What do you want? Why go to such lengths?"

Xuan Hao casually straightened his collar and brushed off the stone dust. "Tang Hao, aren't you taking yourself too seriously? I'm saying all this for no ulterior motive or anything."

Meeting Tang Hao's suspicious gaze, Xuan Hao spread his hands, his smile revealing a wicked mockery:

“I don’t have any other hobbies; this is just a passing fancy. I’m particularly interested in exposing the dark and unsavory thoughts hidden in the hearts of you so-called ‘big shots,’ and tearing off your self-deceiving fig leaves.”

"Seeing you guys stripped of your pretenses, looking angry and helpless, is quite stress-relieving."

Xuan Hao put his hands back in his pockets, took two steps forward, and stared directly into Tang Hao's eyes, retorting without mercy:

"Besides, aren't you confused about the cause and effect? ​​You were the one who stayed up all night, hiding in the shadows to spy on me. You were the one who lured me to this desolate wilderness by sending a telepathic message. And you were the one who started hitting me with a hammer without saying a word!"

"You came all this way looking for trouble, and I exposed your secrets. Now you're asking me what I want?"

Xuan Hao sneered, his tone full of disdain:

"They came here asking for trouble, so who can they blame?"

The night was deep, and the atmosphere in the desolate valley was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

Tang Hao stared intently at Xuan Hao, the killing intent that had subsided in his bloodshot eyes surging again, deeper and colder than before. It was a pure killing intent born of careful consideration, a decision to completely eliminate any potential threat.

"You are really smart, and sharp enough."

Tang Hao's voice was devoid of anger, replaced by a chilling calm: "But precisely because of this, you've learned far too many secrets you shouldn't have known."

He slowly clenched his rough fists, his knuckles cracking with a teeth-grinding sound: "Since you know me so well, even see through my thoughts... do you think I would still feel comfortable letting such a dangerous variable like you continue to live in this world?"

Tang Hao stepped forward, and the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo once again subtly locked onto Xuan Hao's location: "Give me a reason not to kill you and let you go. Otherwise, this place will be your burial ground tonight."

"Let me go?"

Upon hearing this condescending ultimatum, Xuan Hao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter in anger.

"Tang Hao, have you been hiding in the mountains for too long? Has your brain gotten rusty?"

Xuan Hao met the terrifying killing intent head-on without flinching, his eyes full of mockery: "You talk as if you really have the ability to kill me here!"

"Indeed, I'm only level 69 right now. If it's a head-on fight, I admit I can't beat you, a battle-hardened Haotian Douluo. But just because I can't beat you doesn't mean I can't escape. You want to kill me? It's not as easy as you think!"

Xuan Hao extended a finger, pointing in the direction of Soto City, his tone tinged with mockery:

"First, you need to figure out where you are. This is Soto City, a major town in the Barak Kingdom, not some desolate wilderness! Do you think that if you unleash the pressure of a Title Douluo without any restraint here, or even swing the Clear Sky Hammer and make a huge commotion, the bishops and spies stationed here by the Spirit Hall will be blind and deaf and have no reaction?"

"A Haotian Douluo who disappeared for over a decade and is listed as the Spirit Hall's number one wanted criminal has reappeared. If something happens to me here, guess what the Heaven Dou royal family will think? And what will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School do?"

Seeing Tang Hao's slightly furrowed brows, Xuan Hao coldly analyzed the pros and cons for him:

"To put it bluntly, Tang Hao, do you dare to touch me now? Are you willing to gamble with your life?"

“If something happens to me in Soto City, and you become the prime suspect, none of the people standing behind me are easy to mess with.”

"Putting everything else aside, let's talk about Rongrong. If I were to lose even a single hair, that little girl would definitely run back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School crying and begging her Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa to help me avenge myself."

"Do you think your crippled body, riddled with hidden injuries from the exploding ring that hasn't healed in over a decade, can withstand the combined pursuit of two peak Douluo, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong?"

Tang Hao's eye twitched violently. He knew his own physical condition best; if he were truly targeted by those two old monsters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he wouldn't even be confident of escaping unscathed.

"Moreover," Xuan Hao continued, adding insult to injury, "if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School goes to great lengths for my sake, the Spirit Hall will definitely not mind going with the flow and helping them out at this time, while also eliminating you, a remnant of the past."

"Kill me? That's tantamount to forcing yourself to commit suicide under the siege of the entire continent!"

Xuan Hao looked at Tang Hao's unpredictable face. "Of course, I know you, Tang Hao, are tough. Even if you don't care about your own life or death, and are really crazy enough to want to die with me, you'd better think carefully about the Clear Sky Sect that you've already ruined and forced to live in seclusion, and think about your precious son, Tang San, on whom you have placed so much hope!"

Chapter 200 I want to find an opportunity to usurp the throne and become emperor

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Upon hearing "Haotian Sect" and "Tang San," Tang Hao's aura noticeably faltered.

"You think I only have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind me?"

"Behind me stands a Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, who is eccentric and acts entirely on his whims!"

"By the way, here's a piece of information for you for free. With my help over the past few years, Dugu Bo's cultivation has broken through to level 95. That's an astonishing speed, isn't it? To be honest, I also think that old man's life is a bit too good. Moreover, his martial soul has completely evolved, and now his direct combat strength should be roughly equal to that old dragon from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Tang Hao's breath hitched. Level 95? When did that old poison master Dugu Bo become so strong?!

"However, you should also understand..."

Xuan Hao paused for a moment, then said, "The most terrifying thing about this old man, Dugu Bo, has never been his ability to fight head-on, but rather his body full of deadly poisons that are impossible to defend against!"

"Tang Hao, why don't you use your imagination? If I die at your hands, Dugu Bo can sneak into your Clear Sky Sect's secluded territory, stand on high ground, and unleash his ninth soul skill along with all his poison..."

"Guess how many of your Clear Sky Sect's younger generation disciples will survive the indiscriminate slaughter of a level 95 Poison Douluo?"

"Even if a small portion of them were saved by the elders at the cost of their lives, don't forget, Dugu Bo is not someone who will listen to chivalry. Once that old man gets angry and starts to act ruthlessly, he will truly stop at nothing and eliminate all threats!"

"Do you think Dugu Bo can single-handedly wipe out your world-renowned Haotian Sect?!"

Tang Hao's body trembled uncontrollably, and a chill ran straight to his head, instantly sweeping through his entire body.

If a level 95 Poison Douluo were determined to carry out a massacre, it would be an absolute catastrophe for any sect!

Not to mention the Clear Sky Sect, even the Spirit Hall wouldn't dare to play like this with Dugu Bo!

"Never doubt the relationship between Dugu Bo and me."

Xuan Hao said calmly, "As long as I lose a breath, that old poisoner will spare no effort and use everything he has to take revenge on you and everything you care about."

"And this is just the connection I've casually made over the years. You've been investigating my family's background and elders for months and haven't found out anything. Do you think... if they were to take action, you and your sect could handle it?"

The night wind blew again, but it couldn't dispel the bone-chilling coldness in Tang Hao's heart.

Xuan Hao stood there, without any defensive stance, simply staring at the once invincible Haotian Douluo opposite him, a contemptuous smile on his lips, as he uttered the final, soul-searching question:

"So, Tang Hao."

"Now, do you still dare to make a move?"

"Or rather...would you dare to give it a try?"

"Would you risk your own life, your son's life, the heads of the entire Haotian Sect... on this?"

Faced with Xuan Hao's merciless threat, Tang Hao fell into a long silence.

Clearly, he didn't dare to gamble.

He wasn't confident he could bury Xuan Hao silently in this desolate wilderness. If he failed to eliminate the threat completely today, or if even a whisper of it leaked out, it would bring true annihilation upon the Haotian Sect.

He went to great lengths to hide his identity and even placed all his hopes for the twin martial souls on Tang San, all so that one day his son could make something of himself, and he could bring him back to the sect to make up for the mistakes of the past.

If he were to act impulsively here and bring disaster upon the sect once again, how could he possibly have the face to continue living in this world? How could he face the questions of his ancestors on earth?

After a long silence.

Tang Hao slowly loosened his clenched fists, and the killing intent that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, along with the boiling soul power around him, receded like a tide and dissipated in the night wind.

However, before leaving, Tang Hao stared intently at Xuan Hao and asked in a deep voice, "Why have you been stirring up trouble in Tiandou City so recklessly, even extending your reach to the Tiandou Royal Academy? What are you and the people behind you planning to do?"

"for what?"

Xuan Hao dusted off his hands and asked, "Then why do Soul Masters cultivate day and night? Why do wealthy merchants work so hard to make money? To climb higher? For power? For enjoyment?"

Seeing Tang Hao's furrowed brows, Xuan Hao smiled and said, "It's both, and it's neither. In the end, we're all just doing what we want to do and what satisfies our own needs. The reason I'm stirring up trouble in Tiandou City is simple: I'm happy to."

"If I had to come up with a reason that sounds plausible..."

Xuan Hao stroked his chin and said in a serious tone, "I want to try and see if I can find an opportunity to usurp the throne and experience being an emperor. After all, as you can see, I'm surrounded by so many beautiful women every day. If I don't create a harem, it won't be easy to give them proper titles in the future."

"Think about it, titles like Imperial Concubine, Noble Consort... don't they sound much better than a mistress with no official title?"

"..."

Hearing these outrageous and absurd words, Tang Hao's serious expression froze instantly, leaving him utterly speechless.

He gave this freak who was spouting nonsense a deep look, knowing that he wouldn't get any truth out of him if he asked any further, so he simply turned around without saying anything, and his tall figure disappeared completely into the vast night in a few leaps.

They waited until they were sure that Tang Hao's presence had completely disappeared and they could no longer sense anything from him.

"call……"

Xuan Hao finally let out a long sigh of relief. His once straight back instantly bent over, and he squatted on the ground, panting heavily. He hurriedly mobilized his soul power to calm the churning injuries in his chest.

"That old madman's strength... is truly amazing."

Xuan Hao gasped in pain, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Tang Hao's power was truly terrifying. Although he outwardly managed to block that hammer blow with his Golden Dragon Body and Domain, and even stood calmly and engaged in a psychological battle with Tang Hao, he was entirely relying on sheer willpower to hold on.

This is similar to an ordinary person who has been in a serious car accident; during the brief period of adrenaline surge, they might even be able to jump around and argue with others.

But once the crisis is over, the lingering effects can be deadly.

At this moment, Xuan Hao felt that all the bones in his body were aching, his internal organs seemed to have shifted, and he felt completely exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to stand up, and he felt like he was about to die.

This is the first time in all his years in the industry that he has been beaten up like this.

There are no fancy techniques, just pure, unreasonable, overwhelming power.

Chapter 201 Preparing to Return to the City

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After struggling to regulate his breathing for half an hour in the desolate valley, Xuan Hao was able to barely suppress the churning blood and qi within his body.

He dragged his leaden body to his feet and activated the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone. Pale blue light slowly flowed across his right leg, granting him the ability to fly.

Normally, this distance of a hundred miles would be nothing more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. But at this moment, Xuan Hao's soul power was almost completely depleted, and his meridians were throbbing with pain as if pricked by needles. He could barely maintain the most basic flight altitude, like an old man with faltering steps, swaying and staggering in the night sky as he flew little by little towards Soto City.