Clear Sky

As the voice fell, a black shadow shot swiftly toward Demon Subduing Douluo.

Everyone present was an exceptionally powerful expert. With their sharp eyesight, they immediately recognized the black shadow as a massive hammer.

The hammer gleamed with a dark golden luster, its surface covered in intricate patterns. Like a meteor tearing through the sky, it hurtled straight at Demon Subduing Douluo.

Demon Subduing Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at the hammer in shock and uncertainty. "This is..."

"The Clear Sky Hammer!" Tang San murmured softly, his body trembling uncontrollably with excitement.

"Is it... you?"

He looked toward the direction from which the Clear Sky Hammer had flown, his expression a mixture of pain, confusion, excitement, and hope.

The Clear Sky Hammer's fame was known throughout the Douluo Continent. As one of Spirit Hall's worshippers, Demon Subduing Douluo understood even more clearly just how powerful this martial soul was.

Of the three Peerless Douluos in this world, one possessed the Clear Sky Hammer as his martial soul.

Though the Clear Sky Hammer was merely flying toward him, he could already feel a terrifying pressure. It was as if the immensely heavy hammer had compressed the air itself as it descended, making it hard to breathe.

Clang!

Holding his Coiled Dragon Staff, Demon Subduing Douluo forcibly received the blow from the Clear Sky Hammer. Veins bulged across his hand as he violently knocked the hammer back. He himself staggered back four or five steps, the hand gripping the Coiled Dragon Staff trembling slightly as his blood churned within his chest.

"Oh, not bad!"

That voice rang out again. The Clear Sky Hammer, knocked away by the Coiled Dragon Staff, happily flew in one direction like a puppy that had found its owner.

Almost everyone stopped fighting and stared intently