After the fiercest clash of attacks, petals scattered everywhere. Ghost Douluo Yue Guan's body crashed heavily to the ground, while Tang Hao on the other side suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
A desperate strike from a Titled Douluo was no small matter. Even though Tang Hao had used the Great Sumeru Hammer, he was now seriously wounded.
Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yue Guan, who was barely clinging to life in the distance, then stepped forward and raised the Clear Sky Hammer. "Die!"
With a boom, the Clear Sky Hammer smashed into Yue Guan's head, instantly crushing it. White brain matter mixed with red blood. Delivering a finishing blow after defeating an enemy was an extremely important lesson—one Tang Hao had learned in the City of Slaughter.
Especially against a mortal enemy like Spirit Hall. Even Tang Hao had needed to give it everything he had to defeat Ghost Douluo Yue Guan. There was no reason not to finish him off.
Back in the present, Tang Hao listened to Zhao Zilong's words and cursed inwardly, That damned brat...
Tang Hao hated Zhao Zilong to the core and had always wanted to get rid of him. Unless he killed him, Xiao San's Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul would never awaken. And this brat's talent was no less than Xiao San's—perhaps even greater.
"No Soul Power left? Hmph..." Tang Hao said coldly. "If you think I have no Soul Power left, then come over and kill me!"
Through the Byakugan, Zhao Zilong could clearly see Tang Hao's condition. He said coldly, "Stop putting on an act, Tang Hao. My Byakugan can see everything clearly." Though Zhao Zilong said that, he did not test whether Tang Hao had truly become too weak to