Tang Hao Near Death, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile!

Beneath the massive hammer, Dragon Duke Meng Shu and Snake Matriarch Chao Tianxiang stood side by side.

Faced with Tang Hao's impending strike, not only were they unafraid, but eager smiles appeared on their faces.

"Hahaha, Clear Sky Douluo, let this old married couple have some fun with you!"

"Wife, use that move!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch gradually merged amid a radiance formed from Soul Power.

Moments later, a massive dragon over a hundred meters long, its entire body covered in azure scales, soared from the cocoon of light.

At the same time, the deep voice formed by the two merging together roared from the dragon's mouth.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Dragon Snake Strike!"

The giant dragon let out a long roar toward the heavens, and an incomparably terrifying aura instantly swept across the entire scene.

At once, a pressure several times stronger than when Tang Hao had attacked in fury earlier spread through the air.

The people below merely had to meet the dragon's gaze, and each of them felt as though the Grim Reaper had seized them by the throat.

Their faces flushed red as they did not even dare take a deep breath.

"So... so terrifying!"

At that moment, this was the only thought shared by everyone.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the giant dragon moved.

It let out an enraged roar at the sky, and its pair of powerful dragon claws slammed directly toward the enormous Clear Sky Hammer, which had already ignited sparks in the air.

Bang!

A dull collision rang out, centered on dragon and hammer, spreading over a thousand meters in an instant.

The powerful impact kicked up dust several meters high throughout the surrounding miles.

The billowing dust obscured everyone's vision, but before anyone could complain, Bibi Dong atop the platform impatiently raised her delicate hand.

A powerful surge of Soul Power rapidly stirred the airflow, scattering all the dust from the center of the battlefield.

When everyone's vision cleared again, an unbelievable yet expected scene came into view.

The giant dragon still stood firmly in place, completely unscathed.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao, who had initially seemed capable of crushing everything in his path, was now pinned beneath that dragon claw like a toy.

"How is that possible?!"

Seeing this, Tang San's eyes instantly widened as he cried out in disbelief.

Even Tang Hao himself, the person involved, looked as though he had lost his soul, staring blankly at the scene before him.

His strongest strike had been casually stopped by a single claw?

This was the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the continent's number one tool Martial Soul!

It was simply absurd!

However, Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch had no intention whatsoever of waiting for him to recover before having a fair duel.

Taking advantage of Tang Hao's stunned state, the giant dragon swung its tail and lashed fiercely at him.

The rapidly whipping dragon tail was like a steel whip, cracking through the air with a fearsome howl.

Though the dragon was a hundred meters long, even its tail was thick enough to require several people linking arms to encircle it.

Tang Hao alone looked frail and helpless before this strike, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

Bang! Bang!

Two sounds of flesh striking flesh rang out in succession.

The first was Tang Hao being slapped out of the air by the massive tail like a fly.

The second was his body being turned into a human cannonball by the terrifying force, smashing a huge crater directly into the ground.

"Cough... cough..."

As the smoke dispersed, Tang Hao struggled to his feet in tattered clothes, blood dripping from his mouth with every cough.

"Pah! Despicable!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, his eyes filled with disgust toward Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch.

"Hahaha, despicable?"

Qin Shiyuan flew to the giant dragon's side. Hearing that, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"A dignified Titled Douluo, yet still so naive? Were we supposed to wait until you finished thinking before attacking?"

"Hmph! It is not the place of a mere Soul Saint like you to lecture me!"

As he spoke, a vicious gleam flared once more in Tang Hao's eyes. Seizing an opening, he charged straight toward Qin Shiyuan with his hammer.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

"Roar!"

Unfortunately, how could Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch give him such an opportunity?

A huge, ferocious dragon head opened its bloodthirsty maw, and a dark green sphere of light instantly finished charging.

The next moment, the light sphere shot forth, intercepting the figure flying through the air.

Bang!

Without any suspense, Tang Hao was struck down to the ground once again.

This was a perfect Martial Soul Fusion Skill jointly unleashed by two Titled Douluo.

The giant dragon evolved from Dragon Snake Strike had already surpassed Tang Hao in strength by a wide margin.

This time, Qin Shiyuan no longer intended to play around.

With a wave of his hand, leaving Tang Hao no time to catch his breath, the giant dragon charged directly into the dust and engaged Tang Hao, who had just gotten back up, in close combat.

Tang Hao's attacks were nothing more than a light drizzle against the dragon's scale-covered body.

Yet even the dragon's casual strikes could effortlessly inflict fresh injuries upon him.

As one side weakened and the other gained ground, Tang Hao was severely wounded and unable to continue fighting after only two minutes.

The moment he lost focus, the dragon's tail sent him flying dozens of meters away once more. His throat sweetened, and he spat out a large pool of blood.

Tang Hao raised his head and looked toward Qin Shiyuan again.

By now, the fury in his eyes had completely vanished. He looked as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his face deathly pale.

The power of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill unleashed by Dragon Duke and Snake Matriarch far exceeded his imagination.

If this continued, Tang Hao knew that he would surely die here today.

"Damn it! How did that little bastard gather so many Titled Douluo? And every single one of them is so difficult to deal with!"

"No, I have to leave! Otherwise, neither Xiao San nor the others nor I will be able to get away."

However, just as his gaze wavered and thoughts of retreat arose in his heart, an unexpected change occurred.

As a voice rang out, four figures appeared on the horizon, rushing toward the battlefield.

"Clear Sky Douluo, I shall assist you!"

The next moment, countless sword cries rang out from the horizon, only to stop abruptly.

A figure radiating sword light had somehow already arrived at the center of the battlefield.

"Sword Douluo, Chen Xin?"

That was right. This man was Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the two great worshippers of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Qin Shiyuan narrowed his eyes, his face revealing no emotion as he asked blandly.

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has returned after leaving. Do you think my Star-Plucking Tower is easier to bully than Spirit Hall, so you have come to step on us as well?"

"Tower Master Qin misunderstands. Our sect has no such intention."

The speaker came from the Shrek crowd below.

Turning his head, Qin Shiyuan saw that they were the other three among the four figures.

Ning Rongrong, one of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

And the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's other Titled Douluo worshipper, Bone Douluo—Gu Rong!

The one who had spoken was Ning Fengzhi, who stood at the forefront.

"Oh? Then tell me, Sect Master Ning, what is the meaning of this?"

Qin Shiyuan's gaze gradually turned cold, and a trace of impatience entered his voice.

"Our sect has returned this time mainly to settle two matters."

"First, Xiao Wu is a friend of my daughter. Give me some face and spare her life."

"As for the second matter, it concerns Clear Sky Douluo..."

At this point, Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked troubled.

Naturally, saving Tang Hao was meant to keep Spirit Hall's rapid expansion in check.

But he was currently standing at someone else's doorstep. How could he possibly voice such words?

In the end, he gritted his teeth, offered no explanation, and said forcefully,

"I cannot reveal the reason for now. In any case, Clear Sky Douluo cannot die yet. For my sake, let them leave."

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

The instant Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, Qin Shiyuan seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He immediately threw back his head and laughed heartily.

However, before anyone could react, his laughter abruptly turned incomparably cold!

"One favor, and you want me to give up a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast already delivered to my doorstep."

"One favor, and without any reason, you want me to release a Titled Douluo with whom I have a blood feud?!"

"Ning Fengzhi! Your favor... is truly worth a great deal!!!!"

As he spoke, seemingly sensing its master's icy intent, the sword case at Qin Shiyuan's side opened on its own, and nine hidden swords trembled as they prepared to leave their sheaths.

"Ning Fengzhi, Spirit Hall showed you some respect. Do you really think you are someone important now?"

"Hehe, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's favor? How much is it worth?"

"Even you are no more than a single sword strike away from death before me!"

As Qin Shiyuan uttered the last word, Soul Power surged throughout his body, and the nine swords within the sword case all let out a sword cry.

At that moment, Chen Xin's previously tranquil expression abruptly changed.

He clearly felt that the instant the nine sword cries sounded at once, his Martial Soul had actually conveyed a sense of fear!

"The Seven Kill Sword... is actually afraid!"

Chen Xin's expression became incomparably grave.

One had to know that even when facing the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the continent's number one tool Martial Soul,

the Seven Kill Sword had never shown the slightest hint of fear.

And yet now...

"How dare you speak to my father like that!"

"You hurt Third Brother and Sister Xiao Wu so badly. You deserve to die!"

Suddenly, an arrogant voice came from behind Ning Fengzhi, its tone making no effort to conceal its disgust.

Qin Shiyuan raised his eyes. Sure enough, other than that spoiled, sickly princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who else could it be?