Chapter 12: Titled Douluo's ecstasy
"Someone come here!" Ning Fengzhi immediately asked someone to deliver the secret letter to the Tiandou Palace.

"This is too weird! Tang Hao is facing four Titled Douluo, one of whom is a Super Douluo, and possesses the most powerful humanoid martial spirit in Douluo Continent - an angel, plus many members of the Knights. It is impossible for him to win... unless..." Gu Rong's withered face was full of seriousness and doubt.

"I have the same idea as the coward! Unless there is help from the gods!" Jian Douluo nodded. No matter whether Tang Hao has a 100,000-year spirit ring or not, he is still a newly promoted Titled Douluo of Level 92. It is definitely a case of an egg hitting a rock when he goes against a Level 95 Super Douluo and several other Titled Douluos.

"The swordsman also has the same idea as me!"

Gu Rong taunted back angrily.

"At the level of Titled Douluo, there are also subdivisions."

“91级到94级为普通斗罗，95级至96级为超级斗罗，97级（望月境）到98级（触月境）巅峰斗罗，99级（斩月境）极限斗罗。”

"This kind of division is only circulated among us Titled Douluo."

Jian Douluo thought for a while and said:

"Back then, my father, Chen Jianjun, was a level 97 (Moon-gazing Realm) Peak Douluo. He was a famous Sword Douluo in Douluo Continent. When he challenged Qian Daoliu, he was defeated miserably. This shows that the gap between each level of Super Douluo is very huge, and each level of Peak Douluo is even like a chasm."

"When they reach level ninety-nine, they are called Ultimate Douluo and Peerless Douluo, which shows how powerful they are. They are even called Demigods, which shows that their strength is not comparable to that of level ninety-eight. Level ninety-nine Titled Douluo can be said to be the pinnacle of Douluo, and they have comprehended a trace of divine power. Therefore, it is almost impossible for Tang Hao to win against so many Titled Douluo, unless a miracle happens!"

Jian Douluo thought about the past, his father, and his dream - that is, how to defeat Qian Daoliu.

"Uh..." Ning Fengzhi didn't expect that there were so many subdivisions of Titled Douluo, and after reaching level 95, the gap was so huge. He had never heard of it before.

Especially when he reached the age of ninety-nine, he was actually called a demigod. He was filled with shock and horror.

I've seen it before.

"You, a swordsman, actually know so much?" Although Gu Rong is at level 93, he doesn't know such a detailed division. Moreover, after reaching level 95, the gap between each level is so huge.

Simply unheard of.

"Of course, the strength is related to the soul power level, and also to the strength of the martial soul and the strength of the attributes. For example, a combat soul master is of course stronger than a supporting soul master. The age of the soul ring and the power of the soul skills will also affect the difference in strength.

But, even if you have a hundred thousand year spirit ring, it is impossible to make up for such a huge gap!"

When Jian Douluo thought about this, he could only conclude that only a miracle helped Tang Hao win.

……

Star Luo Empire.

Xingluo City, the Royal Palace.

Dai Tiansi was dressed in a black and gold imperial robe with a golden white tiger embroidered on it, looking very domineering.

When he heard that the Spirit Hall's Pope was killed by Tang Hao and that a war was about to break out between the Spirit Hall and the Haotian Sect, he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face.

After all, the Spirit Hall had suppressed the Star Luo Empire, preventing it from conquering the Heaven Dou Empire. The royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire was weak, and the Swan Spirit was extremely weak, which led to the emergence of many sects.

However, the situation is different in the Xingluo Empire. The royal White Tiger spirit is so powerful that there are almost no sects in the territory. The royal family is dominant and the army is powerful, but it has always been checked and balanced by the Spirit Hall.

If the Spirit Hall and the Haotian Sect can both suffer losses, then the Xingluo Empire will reap the benefits, which will be great.

Of course, if the fight wasn't too intense, if the Xing Luo Empire didn't participate and continued to cultivate themselves, then they would definitely have a chance to unify the Douluo Continent in the future.

……

Southwest of the Tiandou Empire, Fasno Province, Notting City.

Noting Junior Soul Master Academy.

In a remote hut.

A man of medium build, slightly thin, in his 30s or 40s, with short black hair parted in the middle, with a very ordinary appearance, with his hands behind his back, his eyes open and closed with a bit of laziness and decadence. His mouth was a bit big, his lips were very thick, and his facial muscles seemed a bit stiff.

He is the conceited Yu Xiaogang.

Master of martial spirit theory.

Wearing a black shirt, I came to the cafeteria to eat.

The students pointed fingers at him, but he was as thick-skinned as a door.

Don't care at all.

Ignore.

In the left ear and out the right ear.

Those looks of contempt and disgust towards him were blocked one after another.

After he got his meal, he sat down at the dining table on the second floor and started eating. He was a loner, aloof and proud.

Relying on his friendship with the dean, he became a specially-appointed teacher at Notting College, but he seldom taught classes. He always thought that his theory of the ten core principles of martial spirits could become famous in Douluo Continent, and he could become a master of theory, with everyone respecting, admiring and honoring him.

He was looked down upon in various ways here, even the lady serving meals and the students in lower grades looked down on him.

Although he seemed to not care.

But in his heart he was roaring, "You useless bastards, wait till my theory becomes famous in Douluo Continent, then you will know how powerful I am!"

He was angry.

After eating, he left the second floor and went outside.

I heard two teachers talking.

"Have you heard? The Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, is dead. It is said that he was killed by a Level 92 Titled Douluo named Tang Something."

"What? How dare you be so bold?"

"That's the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the behemoth that checks and balances the two empires! Who wants to die?"

"Oh right, it seems to be Tang Hao, the heir of the world's number one sect!"

"This matter has spread all over the continent. You didn't just find out about it, did you?"

"..."

The teacher came out.

The students were also discussing.

After all, this matter has too much impact.

Yu Xiaogang heard their conversation when she passed by.

He was stunned when he heard the news.

Thinking of Qianxunji, who was once as tall as a mountain and unattainable, he was like an ant, being threatened.

Qian Xunji was sitting in the luxurious carriage with his side facing him, while he was forced to kneel on the ground by several soul masters. "Never see Bibi Dong, or you won't see the sun tomorrow!"

He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out all over his body, his body was shaking, and he lay on the ground, not daring to move.

All that could be heard was the rumbling sound of the carriages as they left, and the firm and loud footsteps of the knights as they gradually moved away.

Until no sound was heard.

He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

From then on, he never saw Bibi Dong again.

And he didn't dare to go to Bibi Dong again.

Bibi Dong, who loves me so much, doesn't dare to come to see me because of Qianxunji's threat, right?
Now that damn guy is dead!
Have a good death!
Tang Hao, you are my benefactor!
I will respect you forever!
He was ecstatic.

He walks in a bouncing manner, like an innocent little boy.

"Bibi Dong...my first love, do you still remember me?" Yu Xiaoang looked at the moon outside the window. Is his white moonlight still shining?
(End of this chapter)