A Fine Bird Chooses A Tree To Nestle In

Tang Wulin had been watching him all along. His lips cracked into a disdainful smile upon watching Zhang Geyang's approach. "Are you breaking the rules?" 

A golden spear shot out at lightning speed. Tang Wulin did not show the slightest fear as he was confronted by the rank-98 Hyper Douluo's attack. He took a step forward with his left foot. The green-gold color on his body suddenly glowed brightly, turning the golden spear in his hand green-gold as well. Countless vines surged out akin to a swarm of bees and surrounded the spear. 

The vines were akin to giant dragons that appeared powerful and terrifying. The faint blue flames on Zhang Geyang's body were blazing, but when he collided into the giant dragons formed from Tang Wulin's vines, one could only hear a boom like thunder.