Ending

If the Soul Power Ye Qiu and the others had gathered was already approaching that of a Soul Douluo,

then Tang San and the others on the opposite side

were, at most, only at Zhao Wuji's Soul Saint level.

The difference in Soul Power was not something Tang San could make up for with any strange trick.

"Pfft!"

Susanoo merely raised its hand slightly, knocking the Clear Sky Hammer aside and sending it flying back toward Tang San.

When the Clear Sky Hammer reappeared in Tang San's left hand, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Yet he forcibly endured the backlash, and the hammer did not return to its original size.

"How could this happen?!"

Tang San's face was pale as he gripped his Clear Sky Hammer. The hammer itself was even larger than his entire body.

Yet before Ye Qiu's Susanoo, it was no bigger than a fist.

"Tang San, I'll give you a chance. Use whatever moves you have. Even if I crush them, use them all!"

The bloody light in Ye Qiu's eyes flickered like flames as his Eternal Mangekyo slowly turned.

At his words,

Tang San's face changed from pale to flushed red. Contempt, disdain! This was the humiliation he felt before Ye Qiu!

"Ye Qiu, don't get so full of yourself!"

Tang San roared.

He closed his eyes and slowly raised the enormous Clear Sky Hammer with both hands. The massive glowing patterns on the hammer suddenly erupted in full force, its blood-gold radiance incomparably dazzling. At that moment, it was as though an overwhelmingly tyrannical roar was raging madly.

The Clear Sky Hammer enlarged once more, expanding by half again.

Tang San himself became like the hammer's handle, his entire body seemingly merging with the Clear Sky Hammer as one.

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