Tang Tianming's charge had noticeably slowed.
He looked at Su Ming, a flicker of dread flashing deep in his eyes.
He was angry and wanted revenge on Su Ming, yet now that he actually faced him, fear suddenly crept in.
But that fear lasted only an instant.
He noticed that Su Ming had not drawn on the great array power.
"Hmph, without this great array, he only has the combat strength of an ordinary Limit Douluo."
Only by burning himself up, practically detonating himself, could he unleash Quasi-God strength.
Without the great array, he could still handle Su Ming.
Repeating that reassurance to himself, Tang Tianming tightened his right-hand grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, then brought his left hand up to grasp it as well.
Nine soul rings appeared around him, eight black and one red. In an instant, he detonated the first four.
Boom!
His soul power surged outward. With a roar, his Clear Sky Hammer swelled to an enormous size, even taking on a faint dark gold hue.
Su Ming paid little attention to the man. He still had time to look toward the other battlefield and make a quick assessment. After confirming that the five Limit Douluos could reach it in time and that the other Limit Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect could not damage headquarters, he swept his gaze across the field.
That single sweep made Tang Wulin, who was hiding in the shadows and watching closely, feel as though a hand had seized his heart.
He held his breath and lay flat in the snow, suppressing every fluctuation of his spiritual power, soul power, and bloodline power.
His expression was taut. Once he realized Su Ming was merely glancing around casually and had not noticed him, Tang Wulin breathed a sigh of relief.