"Hah!"
Tang Hao shouted, his Soul Power circulating at high speed as he did his utmost to calm the negative effects brought by the Mind-Sense Qi Field. His gaze locked onto Tang San as he leaped high into the air, the Soul Power throughout his body becoming even more violent than before.
If Tang Hao's Soul Power had previously been comparable to boiling water, then it was now like boiling oil—oil that had already caught fire.
Crack!
Of the nine Soul Rings, a crack appeared on the first yellow Soul Ring, followed by a second, then a third... until dense cracks covered the entire ring.
Then—
Boom!
The Soul Ring shattered, turning into specks of light that fused into the Clear Sky Hammer.
Then came the second, third, and fourth Soul Rings...
When even the red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring shattered and merged into the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao's aura had reached its peak. His body seemed to have broken free of Gravity's restraints, hovering briefly in midair as waves of Soul Power radiated from him, sending ripples through the entire sky.
The Clear Sky Hammer had also expanded to an unimaginable size. Its hammerhead was around nine hundred meters across, streaked with black lightning as the surrounding space warped slightly. Carrying overwhelming force, it smashed straight toward Tang San.
He showed absolutely no mercy!
After all, Tang Hao stubbornly believed that everything within this space was a dream, an illusion. Zhou Qing, Tang San, even himself—they were merely manifestations of Spiritual Will. Naturally, there was no danger to anyone's life. Thus, he displayed the Clear Sky Sect's Ultimate Skill before Tang San in its strongest form!
Tang Hao no longer held any hope of returning to the sect in the future, but Tang San absolutely had to return to