Above the ruins of Jialing Pass's main hall, the Golden Crocodile King's massive body blotted out the sky. Its golden scales reflected a dazzling glare, and every breath carried immense Spirit Power Fluctuation. Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, black Soul Power surging around him like raging waves. The spirit rings behind him suddenly lit up—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red! Nine spirit rings shone in sequence, and that brilliant red ring was the mark of a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.
"Those are... two Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings!" Niu Gao stood at the edge of the battlefield, staring at the rings behind Tang Hao in such shock that his mouth hung open. Tai Tan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with awe and excitement. "As expected of the Sect Master! He actually possesses two Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings. Such a foundation is rare even across the entire Douluo Continent!"
Tang Hao's gaze fell upon Tang San, who was being protected by the Clear Sky Sect disciples. He said gravely, "Little San, watch carefully! This is the true power of our Clear Sky Hammer!" As his words fell, the first black spirit ring behind him suddenly exploded, transforming into a torrent of Soul Power that poured entirely into the Clear Sky Hammer. A massive phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer emerged behind him, echoing the solid hammer in his hand as his aura surged severalfold in an instant.
"Explode Ring!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils constricted, turbulent waves rising in his heart. Naturally, he knew of this forbidden soul skill of the Clear Sky Sect. After a spirit ring exploded, it did not vanish; instead, it could unleash several times the power of the original soul skill in an instant before condensing again afterward. "What