Chapter 721: Jian Suppresses Seven Titled Douluo! Early Stages of the Shura Field!_1

Tang Chen looked at Tang Xiao's eager demeanor, trembling with anger.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

You think you're so smart, don't you.

Unworthy descendants, unworthy descendants indeed.

I'm your own grandfather, would I harm you? Didn't you see your grandfather has knelt down, and yet you dare to mock?

What made him even more angry was still to come.

Seeing Tang Xiao taking the lead to stand up, the Titled Douluo Elders one after another also stood up.

They bowed their hands in unison, respectfully saying:

"Since Lord Luo Yu is willing to give us subordinates a chance to challenge, then we would like to try once, if we cause any offense, please forgive us, Lord Luo Yu."

Their words were polite, but their actions clearly showed they were not convinced.

It was as if they were only submitting to Luo Yu under the coercion of Tang Chen's tyranny.

Luo Yu was not only unannoyed by this but actually revealed a smile.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Look, isn't this much better?"

"If you're not convinced by me, you should speak up. Keeping it inside will hurt your health."

The high-ranking members of the Hao Tian Clan hurriedly bowed, humbly saying: "We wouldn't dare."

Tang Chen wanted to jump out and curse, to smash these worse-than-enemy teammates to death with a hammer. Do they all think they're so clever?

Only a blind man couldn't see that you all want to revolt.

At this moment, Luo Yu turned his head and said:

"Old Tang, we are just playfully accompanying your sect's people for a bit, no need to be nervous."

Tang Chen felt like crying.

Others might not know Luo Yu's strength, but how could he not know?

This guy didn't even blink when killing a god.

Let alone facing his own little shrimps.

While Tang Chen was extremely anxious, he turned to see Tang Xiao and his group barely containing their excitement in their eyes.

Damn it!

You're excited as hell.

Tang Chen was almost unable to restrain himself. However, noticing Luo Yu's sidelong glance, he immediately restrained his expression and didn't dare to make a sound.

He stayed quietly to the side.

This scene, Tang Xiao and the others couldn't understand at all.

But they were not without wits. They thought about the polite words they had already said.

If Luo Yu was defeated by them, then the old ancestor couldn't complain even if he was unhappy.

If Luo Yu was truly terrifying and they were defeated, then it would look reasonable for them to submit, and it wouldn't be shameful.

Otherwise, to bow and scrape to a young man for no clear reason, it was truly uncomfortable and awkward for them.

It was like the Emperor kneeling to a beggar.

"Lord Luo Yu, where shall we spar?" Even though Tang Xiao tried hard to control himself, his excited eyes couldn't be hidden.

He didn't believe that with his cultivation level surpassing level ninety-five, he could suffer much at the hands of a youth.

The other Elders thought the same.

As for Tang Yuehua standing to the side, her beautiful eyes did not light up, occasionally sweeping over Luo Yu and Bai Chenxiang.

She seemed thoughtful.

As for doubting Luo Yu's strength, others might, but as a woman who had a close relation to a man like Guan Bao, of course, she would not doubt.

"No need to pick a special place, right here will do," Luo Yu responded with ease.

"Ah?"

Tang Xiao seemed hesitant.

"Lord Luo Yu, the fluctuations caused by our level of battle are too great."

"I'm afraid that by the end of the fight, this White Family Courtyard will be destroyed by us."

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"If you have the ability to do so, you can certainly try," he said.

Those words sparked Tang Xiao's rebellious spirit, though he said nothing outwardly, his inner opposition was fully aroused.

"All right, let's fight," Luo Yu beckoned with his finger.

"Lord Luo Yu, then Tang Xiao will not hold back," said Tang Xiao.

"Wait!" Luo Yu called out.

Tang Xiao asked with confusion, "What is it?"

Internally he mused, could this youngster be scared?

Luo Yu pointed towards the Titled Douluo Elders behind Tang Xiao.

"Aren't you all unconvinced too?"

"Stop idling in the back, all of you follow Sect Master Tang Xiao and join in," Luo Yu commanded.

"What?"

One after another, the Titled Douluo Elders looked over in disbelief, thinking this was absolutely preposterous.

The deacons of the Hao Tian Clan scrutinized Luo Yu repeatedly.

Such a young face, with a handsome figure—how could it possibly conceal the strength to contend with seven Titled Douluo? It seemed rather unrealistic.

On the other side, the four great clan heads and their clan members had a strange look in their eyes, feeling this scene was eerily familiar.

Only this time, the three Soul Douluo from the past had become the current seven Titled Douluo.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," Luo Yu urged. "One by one is too slow, not fun at all."

"Alright, since Luo Yu has such confidence, then we old folks won't hold back," the Elders bowed slightly and stepped forward to stand beside Tang Xiao.

Together, the seven of them stood, mighty and proud, as if there was nothing in the world they couldn't overcome together.

They even believed they could put up a fight against the founder himself.

In reality, Tang Chen, who was on the side, was smacking his forehead and cursing these stubborn fools in his heart.

Each acting clever, just waiting to be thrashed.

"Begin," Luo Yu said.

"Boom!"

The seven Titled Douluo didn't dare to be careless and burst forth with their full strength in an instant.

In the palm of each person's hand, a Sky Hammer appeared, twined with nine soul rings of peak configuration, exuding a heavy aura that shattered everything around, drawing side glances from everyone nearby.

"So this is the world's number one weapon Martial Soul, the Hao Tian Hammer, truly extraordinary!"

"Seventh soul skill: Haotian True Body!"

The solemn voices of the seven rose together as all the Hao Tian Hammers lit up with a dazzling, heavy radiance.

"Seven Sky Hammers from the Hao Tian Sect, seven Haotian True Bodies—can our Sect Master really withstand it?" the Bai Family Clan Members worried.

Bai Chenxiang and Tang Yuehua on the other side also grew concerned.

Luo Yu looked amusedly at the seven Titled Douluo before him, their aura swelling, magnificent and formidable.

There were no fluctuations of soul power around his body.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao's forehead throbbed with a barely visible vein, and he roared,

"Luo Yu, please witness the most powerful combined attack that we seven have developed over many years."

"You might want to be careful."

The Haotian True Bodies of the seven flashed brightly as if resonating with each other, their auras merging and rising again.

Finally, the seven hammer phantoms merged into a colossal Sky Hammer in the air, covered with black and golden patterns, as if it could obliterate everything.

Even Tang Chen was somewhat astonished by this scene.

"These worthless guys actually managed to come up with quite the impressive skill?"

But soon enough, Tang Chen shook his head and sighed.

No matter how strong, what's the use?

How could human strength surpass heaven?

The power of Luo Yu was beyond their imagination.

The colossal shadow cast by the seven Titled Douluo's combined Martial Soul True Bodies covered the entire sky above the White Family Courtyard.

The oppressive black mass brought such terrifying pressure that everyone present felt a weight on their heart as if facing the end of days.

"Luo Yu, take this!"

The nearly overlapping voices called out as the massive hammer came crashing down like a million mountains, aimed at Luo Yu.

"Somewhat interesting."

"But still lacking," Luo Yu said indifferently, shaking his head as if dissatisfied with the power of the attack.

With a simple gesture, he called out softly,

"Jian, come!"

"Clang!"

Swords rang out in the courtyard, and as the phantom hammer fell, a streak of light appeared in Luo Yu's hand.

He casually slashed towards the sky.

"Boom!"

It was over in an instant.

The sword light split the clouds in the sky in half, leaving a clear expanse for thousands of miles.

The formidable shadow of the Sky Hammer froze in midair.

Sword marks appeared, fragmented, turning into countless dust-like energy particles.

The seven Titled Douluo spat blood violently, their faces turning deathly pale.

Surrounding them was a silence like that of death…