Clear Sky Displays Its Might, Releases the Crocodile; Allied Army Regroups for Another Day

The shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer loomed over Golden Crocodile Douluo's head. The violent Soul Power wrapped around the hammer cracked the ground into fine lines, while his golden scales trembled faintly in the air currents. Tang Hao gripped the hammer's handle, veins bulging on his arm, yet he abruptly stopped just inches from Golden Crocodile's brow. His deep, heavy voice struck the man's ears. "I forgot to tell you earlier. My name is Tang Hao, and my title is Clear Sky."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted. Shock and realization flashed through his clouded eyes before turning into complicated gravity. Struggling to prop himself up, blood still staining the corner of his mouth, he rasped, "You're Tang Hao... the Clear Sky Douluo who, after the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice, forcibly confronted Pope Qian Xunji?" The legend of that battle had long spread across the Douluo Continent. Yet after living in seclusion within the Elder Hall for fifty years, he had never imagined that he would face this legend today.

"You're still not enough." Tang Hao's tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable pressure. As he withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer, the Spirit Rings that had exploded behind him condensed once more, though their glow was slightly dimmer. He turned toward the people behind him and said in a deep voice, "We're leaving. Let's see who dares follow us!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo watched his retreating back, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The aftermath of their fierce battle still churned within him, but what frustrated him more was his State of Mind—when Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer had stopped before him, he had not even been able to muster the slightest thought of resistance. Perhaps I really am old. He murmured softly. His heart had already lost to his