Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 96 Dark Hummingbird
"team leader!"

"Wulin!"

Just then, Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan's voices rang out simultaneously.

They had clearly been invited by the Tang Clan as well, and were now walking quickly towards them, their faces showing confusion and wariness.

Seeing Tang Wulin's pained expression and the two Tang Clan envoys outside the door, Xie Xie's eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of the Light Dragon Dagger.

"Captain, you were invited too?" Xie Xie's gaze swept over the two special envoys, his hostility undisguised. Xu Xiaoyan, meanwhile, worriedly supported Tang Wulin's slightly trembling arm.

"Hmm." Tang Wulin nodded with difficulty, trying to suppress the churning pain within his body and the roar of his divine sense. "I... refuse."

“We refused as well,” Xu Xiaoyan said softly.

The expressions of the two Tang Clan envoys instantly darkened. A sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the leader, and his tone lost its previous calmness.

"Refuse? Tang Wulin, you need to think this through. Refusing the Tang Sect's goodwill might mean missing out on something that could change your life..."

"Go away!"

A furious roar suddenly tore through the air, carrying an extremely cold and frosty sword aura, like a roaring ice dragon, crashing into the two Tang Clan envoys.

The dormitory corridor wall was torn open by the violent sword energy, leaving a huge gap, and ice crystals scattered everywhere.

The two envoys' expressions changed drastically. In their haste, their soul rings flashed and they joined forces to set up a defense, but they were still shaken by the sudden, murderous sword strike, causing their blood to churn and them to fly backward in a sorry state.

Tang Wulin and the other two looked on in shock, only to see Wu Changkong's figure at the end of the corridor, resembling a blood-soaked demon.

His once spotless white clothes were now stained with large patches of glaring scarlet, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left shoulder was still oozing blood.

The exquisite ice-blue battle armor covering his body was covered with crisscrossing cracks and scorch marks on the chest plate and arm armor, clearly indicating that it had undergone an extremely fierce battle.

The Heavenly Frost Sword he gripped tightly hummed incessantly, emitting a chilling light that seemed to freeze the very soul. His icy blue eyes, burning with a raging fury capable of incinerating everything, were fixed intently on the two envoys who had been forced back.

"Forcing a group of children to join?" Wu Changkong's voice trembled slightly with extreme anger, each word like a shard of ice flying from between his teeth. "Is this the Tang Sect's current rule? Is this your so-called goodwill?"

"Teacher Wu!" Tang Wulin and the other two exclaimed in shock, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Wu Changkong was clearly at his last gasp at this moment!

How can it be?

Teacher, he is the strongest in Donghai Academy. At such a young age, he has already reached the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo. In the vast Donghai City, who can beat him like this?

The answer was soon revealed.

"Hmph, rules?"

A colder, more sarcastic voice came from the broken ceiling of the corridor.

Three figures, radiating terrifying soul power, descended silently like heavy leaden clouds, forming a triangle that tightly surrounded the blood-soaked Wu Changkong.

The overwhelming pressure of the Title Douluo was like a tangible tsunami, instantly filling the entire space and almost suffocating Tang Wulin and the other two.

If it weren't for Wu Changkong's protection, they probably would have already mistaken him for someone who had fainted.

The one who spoke was a gaunt-faced middle-aged man with eyes as sinister as a hawk's.
"You are the one who dances in the sky, breaks the rules, and repeatedly obstructs the Tang Clan's important affairs!"

"Surrender and you might suffer less."

Wu Changkong's knuckles turned white from gripping the sword so tightly. His soul power was nearly exhausted during the breakout. Facing three Title Douluos who were poised to attack and eyeing him menacingly, a chilling despair quietly spread through him.

But his straight spine remained unbent, and the cold light of the Heavenly Frost Sword shone even brighter. Behind him stood his students.

There is no way to go back.

"If you want to harm my student, you'll have to get past my sword first."

Wu Changkong cleaved through the iron path with a sense of mutual destruction, his icy blue soul power burning fiercely once more, even at the cost of completely shattering his meridians.

A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of a middle-aged man:
“Stubborn to the end, take him down.”

The spirit rings of the three titled Douluo lit up simultaneously, and a destructive energy fluctuation instantly condensed, suddenly casting a shadow of death!
The next moment, an extremely faint yet sharp buzzing sound, sharp enough to pierce the soul, rang out without warning.

"Om."

A long, thin shadow, as black as ink and moving faster than the limits of visual perception, appeared before the middle-aged man without warning, like a death thorn shot from the deepest part of hell.

"What?!" The middle-aged man was almost scared out of his wits by this sudden change, and his protective soul power was activated in response.

"Tsk-!"

The dark figure ignored the immense soul power defense and easily penetrated and tore through it.

A burst of blinding blood erupted from the middle-aged man's chest. Before he could even let out a scream, his body was struck head-on by a battering ram, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball, smashing through several walls. His fate was unknown.

Immediately afterwards, at the center of the inky ripples, a crack silently appeared in space.

Two figures stepped out from within.

The leader was tall and thin, wearing a jet-black robe that seemed to absorb all light.

A hummingbird phantom, no bigger than a thumb, hovered at the tip of his right index finger. It was pitch black and exuded a chilling aura of destruction and malice.

A drop of bright red blood was slowly dripping from the tip of the hummingbird's beak.

Beside him stood Long Bing, her face filled with anxiety and her eyes brimming with tears.

"The sky!"

Long Bing saw Wu Changkong's bloodied and gruesome state at a glance, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

And the person beside him was none other than the current head of the Spirit Pagoda branch in Donghai City, a Super Douluo, the Dark Hummingbird, Long Xiao.

He is also Long Bing's father.

He slowly raised his head, and from the shadows beneath his hood, two abyss-like, cold, and emotionless gazes swept over the remaining two Tang Sect Title Douluos who were struck by lightning and turned deathly pale.

"Tang Clan..." A hoarse, dry voice, like the friction of metal, rang out, each syllable carrying a bone-chilling coldness and a suffocatingly terrifying pressure. "What arrogance! You dare to touch the people of my Spirit Pagoda, and you even dare to touch my son-in-law?"

The moment the words fell, the entire corridor, no, the entire sky above Donghai Academy, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, viscous darkness.

The two titled Douluo felt an irresistible fear, originating from their very life instincts, gripping their hearts, as if their soul power was about to be frozen and annihilated.

Such pure darkness!
At Long Xiao's fingertips, the tiny hummingbird phantom gently fluttered its wings.

"Dark Hummingbird, you evil spirit, you are clearly a genuine evil spirit master. The Spirit Pagoda actually protects you and makes you a branch tower master. It's disgusting."

The other titled Douluo couldn't help but say something.

(End of this chapter)