Chapter 37: Identity revealed, everyone is shocked! "Wait a moment……""Do you know whose child Tang San is?" "I think both of you have heard of the name of Haotian Douluo, right?" Zhao Wuji thought for a long time, and it seemed that he could only play the identity card, hoping to intimidate the two men. He is only a Soul Sage and is no match for the two Soul Douluos. When Tang San first enrolled in Shrek Academy, he beat up a few kids and it felt great. That night, Haotian Douluo came to the academy and, without releasing his martial spirit, hung him and the dean up and beat them. Also experienced this. Zhao Wuji knew Tang San’s true identity. He was the legitimate son of Haotian Douluo, a true second-generation Douluo! Dai Mubai and others looked at the unconscious Tang San in shock. I didn't expect that Tang San has such an identity? !
Originally thought to be a commoner rising, but after all this time, he became a second-generation fighter, the second-generation fighter of the Haotian Sect. Thinking about it this way... Tang San's identity and hidden weapons seem to be explained, inherited from Haotian Douluo. The shock lasted only a moment. Everyone reacted one after another. Yes, they also have identities that can be revealed. Who doesn’t have a hidden identity when they are out there? Xiao Wu’s identity is a hundred thousand year soul beast, and Tang San’s identity is the second generation of Haotian Sect’s fighting spirit. Zhu Zhuqing: "I, I am the daughter of the Duke of Xingluo Empire." Dai Mubai: "Let me tell you, I am the third prince of the Xingluo Empire!" Ning Rongrong: "The leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is my father." Oscar and Ma Hongjun were stunned on the spot. He stared blankly at the five strange yet familiar friends. They never expected that everyone, human or ghost, was showing off, but only the two of them were getting beaten. It is not noticeable at ordinary times, but it is particularly obvious when it comes to competing for family background and family background. The two of them couldn't help but look in the direction of the Royal Fighting Team. "What are you looking at? My grandfather is Dugu Bo, a Titled Douluo." Dugu Yan stared with her beautiful eyes, raised her little head, pretending to be cool, but the corners of her mouth were harder to suppress than a Horcrux. Oscar and Ma Hongjun were greatly shocked. Although they didn't know who Dugu Bo was, the four words "Title Douluo" were enough to explain a lot of things. He glanced at Qin Mo from the corner of his eye... This guy should be a "mud-legged peasant" like them, right? ! "Wow! She's either a noble or a prince, or the daughter of a clan or a Titled Douluo. She's really scary." Zhao Hu pretended to be panicked, his tone a little exaggerated. Zhao Long suppressed his playful smile and nodded seriously. "Your elders are here, so I have to put on a smile and address you as Prince, Young Master, or Young Lady."
"but……" "Your elders are not here, you are just a bunch of level 30 ants!!" The more Zhao Long thought about it, the more jealous he became. Why do these people have things that they have been striving for their whole lives but have never been able to achieve as soon as they are born? Why can these people, who are in a desperate situation, still naively believe that the two brothers will show mercy? When he was twelve or thirteen years old. Venture deep into the grassland where soul beasts gather, using feces to cover up the smell, just for a herb. The young boys and girls in front of us don’t need to worry about their lives, they just need to improve their soul master levels steadily. If he had such resources, he would have broken through to the Titled Douluo long ago! A cruel arc appeared at the corner of Zhao Long's mouth. God always favors those who work hard, just like him at this moment. The soul master's level has reached 89, and he is in urgent need of a high-quality soul ring. A hundred thousand year soul beast comes to his door. By the way, he picked up a piece of external soul bone for free, which, in the eyes of some people, is no less valuable than a hundred thousand year soul ring. Zhao Wuji clenched his palm into a fist. Stirring up the surging and vast soul power, the ferocious Blood Winged Wolf Martial Spirit, the wings behind it linger with terrifying energy. "I'll teach you a lesson..." "Without your strength, you are no different from an ant!" "Tuition fees are your lives, so please be reborn into a good family in your next life." The eighth soul skill: Wings of Death!! hum~~~ The wings of the Blood-Winged Wolf gathered a strong bright red light, as if it had condensed into real blood. The eight layers of soul rings were graceful, regular, and righteous, and the black soul ring on the top suddenly lit up with dazzling light. next second. The light from the wings broke out of the body and gathered into a crescent-shaped blood-red light wave, cutting through the air along the way. The terrifying energy that overflowed left spider-web-like fine patterns on the bluestone floor tiles. The blood moon is like a knife. The true qualities are revealed. "Be careful!!" Zhao Wuji was horrified and shouted urgently. We were chatting peacefully, but then he started fighting. That's so unethical. in fact.
Actively exposing Tang San's identity, in addition to hoping that the other party would be wary, the main purpose is to delay time. Instead of waiting for the academy teacher, the dean, Flanders, and the spirit Four-eyed Cat-Owl, both of whom are Soul Saints of over seventy levels, would be of some use if they came over. As for Master Yu Xiaogang... if he can avoid coming, then don't come. His level 29 strength will only cause trouble! The person Zhao Wuji was really waiting for was Tang San’s father, Haotian Douluo. When he was at Shrek Academy, although he did not search for him specifically, his nerves would jump from time to time, and he would come up with a bold guess: Haotian Douluo is there, and has always been there! Even if he had to go out for something, after seeing the Chaoge Divine Punishment in the Samsara Sky Curtain and knowing Tang San's identity as a god in his previous life, he would definitely come to protect him. Every minute you delay, the chance of survival increases! Unfortunately, the enemy was more decisive than he had imagined. They started fighting as soon as they said they would, without any hesitation. Complex thoughts just flashed through my mind quickly. Zhao Wuji hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of the student. If he didn't block him, the student would die. Roar! ! The powerful King Kong Bear pounded the ground with his fists and let out a deafening roar. Three of the seven-layer soul rings were spinning at the same time, emitting bright golden light. The first soul skill: Acala Body, which rebounds attacks within three meters. The second soul skill is the powerful Vajra Palm, which transforms both hands into bear paws with palm-leaf fans to carry out single-target attacks. The third soul skill: gravity enhancement, which makes the opponent's body heavy and restricts the opponent's movements. A set of smooth little combos, including attack, defense, and control, coupled with the always-maintained seventh soul skill, the martial soul's true body... Zhao Wuji could pat his chest and guarantee that he had already used all his strength. Boom~! The mighty King Kong Bear clapped his hands together suddenly, and surprisingly he slapped Deathwing in his palms. Two completely different and terrifying soul powers clashed fiercely and consumed each other. It's visible to the naked eye. Deathwing began to have fine cracks, and the massive body of the Mighty King Kong Bear also began to have cracks. The hideous cracks were as wide as a palm. Zhao Wuji's martial spirit's true form is about to be destroyed! "Break it for me!!!" The powerful King Kong Bear suddenly half-crouched, gathered terrifying power in his palms, and with a hoarse roar, he crushed the full-moon-like light wave. Deathwing was like a shattered mirror, with dots of red light, disappearing into thin air. With the strength of a Soul Saint, he was proud enough to crush the Soul Douluo's eighth soul skill. Zhao Wuji didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. I caught a glimpse of a sharp red light from the corner of my eye, and I was terrified to death! (End of this chapter)