Cao Mengde Strikes, Thousand-Hand Pagoda

"Cao Mengde..."

Tang Hao arrived at the entrance of Rejuvenation Hall with Tang San in his arms.

He found the doors tightly shut, which made him frantic.

He knocked urgently and shouted.

"Cao Mengde, I'm Tang Hao. I've brought the medicinal catalyst. Hurry up and treat Little San."

Some time passed.

Tang Hao heard no response.

He knocked harder, making the wooden doors shudder violently. His rough, massive hands nearly smashed them to pieces.

"Cao Mengde, are you in there or not?"

At that moment.

Cao Mengde's lazy voice came from inside.

"I'm not awake yet."

"Wait until I open the door."

What?

Those words made Tang Hao's eyes go wide with anger.

He immediately burst out.

"At a time like this, you're still sleeping?"

After all.

The sun had been hanging in the sky for quite a while already.

Hearing that.

Cao Mengde sounded even more displeased.

"Hold on, what business is it of yours whether I'm sleeping or not?"

"And when I choose to open my doors is hardly for you, Tang Hao, to criticize, is it?"

Tang Hao was anxious about his son's condition.

In a burst of anger.

A surge of formidable Soul Power erupted from his hand, shattering the doors of Rejuvenation Hall.

He strode inside, his face full of anger.

"Cao Mengde, I order you to treat Little San immediately."

He knew this would anger Cao Mengde.

But Tang Hao wasn't afraid.

He paid no mind to a mere healing-type Soul Master.

Since the man didn't know what was good for him, he had no choice but to use force.

Tang Hao looked smug as Cao Mengde appeared, yawning and stretching.

So you do know how to fear death?

"Hurry up. This is Ah Yin's Blue Silver Emperor leaf. Treat Little San right now."

Tang Hao took out a blue leaf.

It was thick and broad, with golden threads running through it. Cao Mengde recognized it at a glance; it was indeed a Blue Silver Emperor leaf.

However.

He didn't give Tang Hao a pleasant look.

Instead, he looked at him coldly.

"Apologize!"

Tang Hao frowned deeply.

Apologize?

Had he heard that right?

"Cao Mengde, why should I apologize to you?"

Why?

As far as Cao Mengde was concerned, weren't the reasons right there?

Without even thinking, he blurted out several reasons for Tang Hao to apologize.

"First, you disturbed my pleasant dreams. Apologize."

"Second, you acted recklessly and smashed the doors of my Rejuvenation Hall. Apologize."

"Third, you ordered me to treat someone. Apologize."

Hearing those words.

Tang Hao's eyes grew wider and wider, his anger soaring to the heavens.

"Apologize? Fine, I'll apologize to you."

Tang Hao slowly laid Tang San on the sickbed in the main hall.

Immediately afterward.

He flashed forward and seized Cao Mengde by the collar.

The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his other hand, and he raised it over his head.

"Cao Mengde, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. If you still won't treat Little San, I'll take your life."

He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo.

When had he ever been bullied like this?

Since Cao Mengde was dragging his feet, he could only resort to force.

Cao Mengde, however, showed no fear at all.

Looking at the enormous Clear Sky Hammer, he even burst out laughing.

His Soul Power was now as high as level 97.

Why should I fear you, Tang Hao?

"Tang Hao, take your filthy paw off me, or don't blame me for getting rough."

Tang Hao was already furious.

Seeing that Cao Mengde refused a toast only to drink a forfeit, he glared and shouted.

"Are you going to save Little San or not?"

Cao Mengde gave the same answer.

"First apologize to me three times and pay for my doors. Then I'll save your son."

Apologize and pay.

It looks like Cao Mengde really is courting death.

Tang Hao sneered.

"Fine, then I'll smash both your hands and cripple your Martial Soul."

He firmly believed.

Cao Mengde was a Soul Master, a human being.

He refused to believe Cao Mengde wasn't afraid of death, pain, or losing his Martial Soul.

With that.

Tang Hao pressed one of Cao Mengde's hands onto a table, and the Clear Sky Hammer came straight down.

The next moment.

An overwhelming pressure erupted from within Cao Mengde.

Boom!

A powerful, terrifying force burst forth, blasting Tang Hao back.

After steadying himself, Tang Hao looked at the fluctuations of Soul Power coursing over Cao Mengde's body and was stunned.

"You..."

"Your Soul Power..."

Cao Mengde smiled and replied lightly.

"It's only a trifling level 97 Soul Power, not worth mentioning."

Level 97?

The last time he tried to kill Cao Mengde, hadn't Cao Mengde's Soul Power only been level 92?

How many days had it been?

His Soul Power was already level 97?

Tang Hao stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded and unable to believe it.

He seemed to have already forgotten about forcing Cao Mengde to treat Tang San.

Even if he had forgotten.

Cao Mengde hadn't.

Treatment could wait. If Tang Hao wouldn't apologize, he would beat him until he did.

"Tang Hao, you're so overbearing. Today I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Gynecology Divine Hand.

"Rise!

"Ninth Soul Skill, second ability.

"Thousand-Hand Pagoda."

This was Cao Mengde's only offensive ability.

Though it was only one ability, it could summon one hand or thousands upon thousands of hands, depending on how much Soul Power he poured into it.

In other words.

It could attack both a single target and multiple targets.

With that.

Cao Mengde struck a palm toward where Tang Hao stood.

The illusory Martial Soul Avatar behind him made the same move.

In an instant.

Countless green hands tore through the air.

Anyone with a fear of clustered patterns would have felt their scalp tingle at the sight.

There was no counting them, none at all.

The hands were as dense as raindrops, filling the room and completely blocking Tang Hao's view.

After Tang Hao came to his senses.

He hastily swung the Clear Sky Hammer, fighting back with all his might.

Bang, bang, bang!

One hammer blow knocked a hand aside, only for another to lunge straight at him.

Surrounded by shadows of hands, Tang Hao couldn't free himself to attack Cao Mengde in person.

After fighting for a while.

Tang Hao grew more and more alarmed.

Trapped among them, his Soul Power was constantly draining away, yet of the thousands upon thousands of attacking hands, he had knocked away only a few hundred.

There's only one way.

The secret of the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Detonate all nine rings at once.

Crack.

The nine Soul Rings circling beneath Tang Hao's feet all shattered.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand expanded at the same time, smashing toward Cao Mengde with surging, overwhelming momentum.

Because the Clear Sky Hammer had expanded.

As it came down, it blasted away swaths of green hand shadows.

Cao Mengde smiled faintly.

"I only used half my strength, and you're already using Ring Detonation?"

Tang Hao was shocked.

No wonder he could so easily neutralize Cao Mengde's attacks. Cao Mengde hadn't been using his full strength?

Damn it...

He had already unleashed everything he had.

Yet Cao Mengde was still holding back his true strength?

If Cao Mengde attacked with all his might, could he withstand it?

While Tang Hao was pondering.

A thought stirred in Cao Mengde's mind, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Let me show you the true power of a level 97 Titled Douluo."

"Ninth Soul Skill, second ability.

"Thousand-Hand... Pagoda."

This time.

Cao Mengde formed a huge green hand from Soul Power and poured all his Soul Power into it, meeting the Clear Sky Hammer head-on.

Boom.

An earthshaking explosion rang out.

The Clear Sky Hammer's blue light was completely swallowed up.

A lush green aura filled the room, showering Tang Hao and Tang San from head to toe.

Under Tang Hao's terrified gaze,

The giant hand, having smashed the Clear Sky Hammer, did not disappear. It came straight at him.

He had no strength left to defend himself. Had he really lost just like that?

No...

He refused to accept it!