strictlysupreme Chapter 56 Haotian Douluo Attacks, Killing Flander?!
Chapter 56 Haotian Douluo Attacks, Killing Flander?!
Chapter 56 Haotian Douluo Attacks, Killing Flander?!
Clearly, Gu Yuena killed the conversation with just one sentence.
From her perspective, however, there's really nothing wrong with what she said.
After all, judging by Gu Yuena's age, she could easily be the great-great ...
"Alright, then I'll call you 'older sister'."
Despite her initial setback, Ning Rongrong was not discouraged.
She can muster 200% motivation for anything related to Brother Hongjun!
Whether it's Gu Yuena or that slut from the Great Forest named Meng Yiran, she will investigate them all thoroughly and defeat them one by one!
"Well, Sister Gu Yuena, could you please tell us what your martial soul and soul power are? We'd need to know if we're going to be teammates in the future."
"If anything is offensive, you don't have to say anything~"
She blinked her eyes, her beautiful eyes full of innocent cuteness, which, combined with her delicate and charming appearance and temperament, made her irresistibly charming.
Oscar nearly stumbled and fell, and Dai Mubai couldn't help but take a second look.
However, faced with the cute girl's pitiful yet pleading eyes, Gu Yuena pondered for a moment before turning her gaze to the red-haired boy.
Her question was simple: how should she put it?
They couldn't just tell Ning Rongrong directly that she probably didn't have a martial soul, and they weren't sure about her soul power level—was it 99? Or 100?
"Gu Yuena's martial soul is a silver dragon, and her soul power level is level thirty-five."
Ma Hongjun sighed and looked at everyone, "Don't be curious, everyone. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Don't worry, Gu Yuena is a very easy person to get along with."
Silver Dragon? Level 35?
Everyone was taken aback and quite surprised.
Putting aside the fact that the name itself sounds like a top-tier martial soul, the soul power level is actually similar to that of Dai Mubai.
She looks much younger than Dai Mubai!
Their curiosity grew even stronger, but since Ma Hongjun had said so, they naturally knew better than to say goodbye and disperse.
The girl thought she would find out more about it when she got back.
The boy, on the other hand, slowly inquired about it from Ma Hongjun after returning home.
As for Flander and Zao Wou-Ki.
They're not in the mood to inquire right now.
boom!
The dilapidated wooden door closed, and Flander plopped down in front of the simple table and chair, ran his hands through his messy hair, and stared wistfully at the portrait in front of him.
In the portrait, Flanders is grinning widely, while next to him is an ordinary-looking young man and a beautiful girl with a ponytail.
"Xiao Gang, your disciple has a wicked heart."
He stroked the young man in the portrait, then stopped in front of the beautiful young woman, a bitter look flashing in his eyes.
"Although I promised Erlong I would take good care of you, I also have a responsibility to the other disciples. I hope you won't blame me."
After saying this, he sighed deeply and turned the portrait upside down on the table.
Just as Flanders was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water, his expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed the portrait and dodged to the side—
boom!!!!
The next moment, a deafening roar erupted, and a fierce gust of wind swept past, reducing the spot where Flander had just stood to ruins!
"Cough cough."
Amidst the ruins, Flander coughed incessantly, clutching his chest. He hurriedly checked the portrait in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that it was intact.
But when he looked up, his expression suddenly turned ugly.
His own simple principal's office had been reduced to a mess of ruins.
"Who are you, sir, that you dare to commit such a despicable act of sneak attack, yet dare not come out and show yourself?"
Flander roared and stood up, instantly entering a cat-owl-like state, his glasses reflecting a cold light as he scanned his surroundings.
However, the cat owl's excellent reconnaissance abilities failed to detect anything.
But as Flander turned his gaze back to the front with a puzzled look, his heart skipped a beat.
For some unknown time, a tall figure shrouded in a black robe appeared before him.
"Flander, what a magnificent horn of flight for the golden trio!"
The man in black robes slowly raised his head, revealing a weathered face with a stubble beard, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with an incomparably sharp light.
"You hypocrite, how dare you presume to be a teacher?"
As the sharp shout fell, a powerful aura swept over him. Flander felt a stinging pain in his cheek, his whole body tensed, and his heart sank.
He's a master!
Moreover, he was a master far stronger than himself!
Damn it, is he an enemy?
Flander gritted his teeth, but put on a fawning smile. "Senior, I haven't been a member of Flying Horn for many years. If you have any grudges, why don't we find a quiet place and have a good talk?"
He spoke loudly on purpose while glancing anxiously at the other teachers' residences out of the corner of his eye.
Old Zhao, Old Zhao, it's one thing to act recklessly at other times, but this time, you must assess the situation and send the children out first!
"Stop trying to be clever, Flander."
The man in black robes glanced at him disdainfully. "Today, whether it's you, Zhao Wuji, that red-haired boy, or the other girls, none of you will be leaving here."
"We still have one account to settle."
A red-haired boy and a little girl?
Flander was taken aback, then immediately realized what was happening. The ingratiating look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling expression.
hum! !
Seven perfectly matched soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—appeared on his body, and a powerful aura soared into the sky, barely managing to rival the aura of the black-robed man!
He straightened his back, stared intently at the latter, and said, word by word.
"If there's anything wrong, come at me. None of this has anything to do with the child."
So they've actually set their sights on Hongjun and his group?
How long has this person been monitoring the academy?
"It has nothing to do with the child?"
The man in the black robe sneered, "Then you're sorely mistaken, Flander. The ones I most want to kill are that red-haired braid and that little girl with the scorpion braid!!"
boom!!!!
A terrifying aura surged into the sky, and a giant hammer gleaming with dark light appeared in his hand. His black robes fluttered without wind, and the extreme pressure made Flander's face turn pale instantly, his back soaked with cold sweat.
But at this moment, Flander's gaze was fixed on the massive black hammer, and...
Those nine spirit rings, all neatly arranged above!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black and red!
The soul ring, shimmering with an eerie, blood-red hue, made Flander's throat dry and his gaze slightly vacant.
"The Clear Sky Hammer's 100,000-year soul ring, you are..."
"Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo!!!"
He cried out in despair.
Flander never imagined that he had offended the youngest Title Douluo in history, the God of Slaughter who even dared to kill the Pope of the Spirit Hall!
"Very well, since you know me, I won't have to waste my breath."
Tang Hao nodded to the man in black robes and slowly raised the giant hammer in his hand.
"To die under this hammer is an honor for you."
(End of this chapter)