Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Tang Lan spoke, and the voice seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, filled with endless determination and coldness:

"Ghost Shadow Douluo must die today!"

Every word seemed to be cast from steel, resounding and carrying with it an icy murderous intent and unquestionable certainty.

His words echoed in the air, making everyone present feel his unbreakable will.

The words fell,

At this moment, the Overlord Spear in his hand burst out with an incomparably bright light.

The light was like a brilliant firework suddenly blooming in the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

It is also like the first ray of sunshine that tears through the darkness at dawn, full of the power of hope and destruction.

Tang Lan ignored the attacks from the Holy Spirit Church and the powerful men from the four empires.

Those surging soul power fluctuations that came like a tide, those various and dazzling martial soul skills,

In his eyes, it was like an illusory bubble that could not cause any hindrance to him at all.

He was as fast as lightning, as quick as a ghost, and his feet were as fast as the wind.

Every step he took shattered the void, and the whole person turned into a stream of light.

With a desperate and reckless attitude, he rushed straight towards Ghost Shadow Douluo.

That resolute figure was like a sharp arrow shot from a bow.

With the fearless courage to burn their boats and the firm belief that they must kill, they will not give the enemy any chance to breathe, nor leave any way of retreat for themselves.

He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Ghost Shadow Douluo with his gun. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would never retreat even a single step.

at this time,

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense. The sound of wind, shouts, and the collision of soul power were intertwined together, as if playing a melody of death.

"No!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo widened his eyes filled with fear.

His eyeballs seemed to be bulging out of his sockets, and he was screaming hysterically.

That voice was filled with endless unwillingness and extreme fear of death.

His face was distorted beyond recognition, with veins bulging on his forehead like winding green snakes.

He didn't expect that facing the siege of many powerful people from the Holy Spirit Church and the four empires, Tang Lan would choose to ignore it directly.

There are many powerful opponents, any one of them is enough to make people feel scared.

However, Tang Lan seemed to ignore them, with only Ghost Shadow Douluo in his eyes.

This feeling of being locked in and unable to escape made him completely collapse inside.

He trembled, his voice was filled with tears:

"How could this happen? How could this happen! How dare he? How could he!"

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes.

He tried to struggle back, stumbling, but found himself stuck in a quagmire, with every step being extremely difficult.

At this moment, Tang Lan was approaching as fast as a ghost.

His figure was so fast that it seemed unreal, and he crossed the distance in an instant.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the violent beating seemed to burst out of his chest and explode his body.

He frantically mobilized the little remaining soul power in his body in an attempt to make a final resistance.

His hands were shaking as he formed complicated hand seals, trying to condense a layer of soul power shield.

"Tang Lan, don't go too far!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo roared at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming sharp and piercing due to extreme fear, like the cry of a night owl.

However, Tang Lan's face remained calm.

It was a kind of indifference like a thousand years of ice.

There was only cold murderous intent in his eyes, as if he wanted to freeze everything in front of him.

The Overlord Spear, with its overwhelming momentum, pierced Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat like a bolt of lightning.

The tip of the gun flashed with a cold light, carrying the determination to kill.

"puff!"

A beam of blood splashed out, forming a sad arc in the air.

Ghost Shadow Douluo's throat was pierced in an instant. The wound was hideous and terrifying, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

He covered his throat with his hands and made a "gurgling" sound. The sound was broken and unclear, but he could no longer utter complete words.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and his body slowly fell down, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the strong men from the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires were all shocked by this scene.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly open, and their faces were full of disbelief.

They didn't expect that Tang Lan could kill Ghost Shadow Douluo so decisively and fiercely under such a tight siege.

Tang Lan held the Overlord Spear in his hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the spear, gathering into a small pool of blood on the ground.

His tall figure looked even more majestic and cold against the backdrop of blood.

"A two-ring great soul master... actually killed a Titled Douluo?!" There was an exclamation of disbelief in the crowd, and everyone's expression seemed to be frozen in a moment of extreme shock.

"This is beyond imagination!" An experienced spirit master widened his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, "In normal cognition, the gap between a second-ring spirit master and a titled Douluo is like a chasm. How could such a result occur?"

"Oh my God!" A young soul master held his head in his hands, his face full of disbelief, "This completely breaks the common sense of the soul master world. It is unacceptable."

"This is unbelievable!" A female soul master next to her covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of astonishment, "What kind of miracle is this, or is this simply an illusion?"

"How could this happen?" An old man kept muttering to himself, his gray beard trembling slightly, "Is this going to subvert the entire soul master world's cognition?"

Everyone looked at each other, with shock in their eyes. The scene fell into deathly silence, with only the intermittent gasps echoing in the air.

"But it doesn't matter even if he kills the Titled Douluo."

A master from the Holy Spirit Church said coldly with a gloomy face.

His narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, revealing a hint of disdain and contempt.

"A mere two-ring great spirit master, even if he tries to show off his abilities for a while, won't be able to make any big waves."

"He must die too!"

A general from one of the four empires roared with his eyes wide open and gnashing teeth.

His face was full of ferocity, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"This boy is too arrogant. He dares to act so presumptuously in front of us. We must not let him live. Otherwise, how can we save our dignity?"

"That's right. Our combined attack has enveloped him. He has no chance of resisting now."

Another member of the Holy Spirit Church laughed sinisterly, and that smile made people shudder.

He folded his hands across his chest, looking confident of victory, as if he had already seen Tang Lan's tragic end.

"This is a sure-kill situation that we have carefully prepared. He can't escape even if he has wings."

"He couldn't get away at all. He didn't even have time to react."