I Need to Avoid His Edge?

Tang Hao felt a chill run down his spine.

Spirit Hall's ambitions were truly wolfish; they had actually laid such an enormous net!

With King Frost Extreme here, more than half of the Heaven Dou Empire's power was probably already in Spirit Hall's hands, wasn't it?!

And he even had a princess for a fiancée.

Given time, taking the entire Heaven Dou Empire without shedding a drop of blood might not be impossible!

Tang Hao tightened his grip around the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer.

His gaze toward Luo Li was filled with gravity and hostility.

Luo Li found this utterly baffling.

He had no idea what Tang Hao had concocted in his mind.

He had only come over to see the Clear Sky Hammer that had smashed the previous Pope to death.

Back in the City of Slaughter, that fellow, the King of Slaughter, had never revealed his martial soul.

If Luo Li knew what Tang Hao was thinking, he would surely have laughed himself silly.

Tang Hao had actually guessed part of it right.

Spirit Hall really was playing a grand game within the Heaven Dou Empire.

And one of the empire's highest-ranking figures of authority truly was from Spirit Hall.

Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupine Douluo were here because of that top-ranking authority figure as well.

After all, wasn't Qian Renxue, the Crown Prince, also one of the Heaven Dou Empire's foremost wielders of power?

If Luo Li did not interfere, it would not have been difficult for Qian Renxue to take over the entire Heaven Dou Empire without bloodshed later on.

However, Tang Hao had guessed wrong about Luo Li's relationship with Spirit Hall, causing every subsequent conclusion to go astray.

He was not one of Spirit Hall's people.

In fact, some within Spirit Hall probably still harbored hostility toward him.

After all, in the eyes of certain people, he—the Heaven Dou Empire's only Prince of Different Surname and its God of War—was a thorn that had to be removed!

"What a scheme! Spirit Hall, what a scheme indeed!"

Tang Hao suddenly threw back his head and laughed loudly.

Luo Li and the two Titled Douluo, Snake Lance and Porcupine, were both left utterly confused by his inexplicable words.

What was wrong with this guy?

Had he suffered a bout of madness?

Luo Li wondered inwardly.

He felt that Tang Hao might genuinely have some kind of madness afflicting him.

After all, whether it was Tang Hao or Tang San, whenever their emotions flared, they seemed to enjoy putting on an act with bloodshot eyes and breaths heaving like a bull's.

That clearly did not look like the behavior of a normal person.

Ignoring their puzzled gazes, Tang Hao raised the massive Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

The muscles in his arm swelled like granite.

"Come, then. Let me see how the three of you compare to Qian Xunji and his three back then!"

Tang Hao was confident.

Even though Luo Li gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

He still did not believe that a junior could defeat him.

His feat of facing three opponents with a single hammer back then had given Tang Hao immense confidence.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Luo Li froze.

He was only here to watch the show. What did this have to do with him?

Sometimes, he truly found certain people's bizarre thought processes impossible to understand.

If Luo Li remembered correctly, he had not shown even the slightest hostility from beginning to end.

He had merely stood quietly to the side, watching the battle politely.

Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupine Douluo were equally dumbfounded.

Although their young lady had a fairly good relationship with King Frost Extreme, King Frost Extreme should not know her identity.

There was no reason for him to help them.

How had Tang Hao decided that King Frost Extreme was on their side?

Still, a trace of joy passed through their hearts.

At the very least, judging from Tang Hao's reaction, King Frost Extreme did not seem to be here to help him.

That was enough.

They had genuinely worried that this man might have some unknown connection with Tang Hao.

Otherwise, the two of them might not have escaped unharmed today.

Though he had no idea why Tang Hao had inexplicably become hostile toward him, a mere spectator.

But since Tang Hao had said as much, what else was there to say?

He considered Tang Hao a fairly good opponent.

Dealing with Flender and the others just now had not even counted as a warm-up.

The Sword Dao was meant to be honed continuously through battle.

No matter why Tang Hao had regarded him as an opponent, this man's strength was enough to make him draw his sword.

That was enough...

He accepted the challenge!

Luo Li leaped lightly.

His white robes fluttered in the wind as he landed as gracefully as a swan.

He held his longsword across his chest with both hands, his snow-white hair dancing softly in the breeze.

The Clear Sky Hammer...

He had yet to cross blades with this so-called number one Tool Martial Soul in the world.

Since Tang Hao had said so, he would personally experience this so-called number one Tool Martial Soul!

"Stand down."

His words seemed to carry some strange magic, causing Porcupine Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo to instinctively take several steps back.

After coming to their senses, the two were briefly stunned, unsure why they had listened to Luo Li. Still, neither intended to continue fighting.

Though the turn of events had left them rather confused.

This man facing Tang Hao was clearly advantageous for them.

Porcupine Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo had absolutely no reason to stop it.

Whether because of the enmity between Tang Hao and Spirit Hall, or for the young lady's safety.

With that in mind, the two silently took another step back.

Their eyes remained fixed on Luo Li and Tang Hao.

They too were curious—which was stronger, this absolute pinnacle of the new generation, or the Clear Sky Douluo who had hammered their previous Pope to death?

"King Frost Extreme, draw your sword!"

Tang Hao raised the massive Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and a heavy, murderous intent descended like a mountain.

The mighty Clear Sky Hammer, in the hands of a Titled Douluo like Tang Hao, was far beyond the little hammer wielded by Tang San.

He was a slaughter god who had fought his way out of the City of Slaughter, the killing intent around him solid and weighty.

Under such killing intent, an ordinary person would likely have already grown fearful.

Before the battle even began, their combat strength would probably be suppressed by twenty percent.

But Luo Li was likewise a slaughter god who had emerged from the City of Slaughter. Having fought his way up through the army since childhood, his killing intent was pure and heavy, surpassing Tang Hao's rather than falling short of it.

Such methods naturally had no effect on him.

He still stood there with his sword held before him, calmly watching Tang Hao with an indifferent expression, showing no intention of drawing first.

Tang Hao did not stand on ceremony either.

He could sense the terrifying threat radiating from the young man before him.

At a time like this, carelessness born of overconfidence would only bring trouble upon himself.

His granite-like muscles suddenly tensed.

Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer down at Luo Li with crushing force.

The enormous Clear Sky Hammer carried a foul, violent gale as it smashed down, sending out waves of explosive sound.

The Clear Sky Hammer was famed for its power.

Under this strike from Tang Hao, even a power-attack Soul Saint who tried to block it head-on would likely be smashed into a bloody mist.

Sword cultivators favored sharpness. In terms of raw strength alone, they seemingly could not compare to a Martial Soul like the Clear Sky Hammer.

At this moment, avoiding its edge and seeking another opening seemed to be the best solution.

But...

Luo Li had no intention of dodging.

The longsword held against his chest flew out.

His right hand rose and grasped the hilt.

He thrust out with his sword, like a roaming dragon.

The sword tip, gleaming with golden light, met the vast, massive face of the Clear Sky Hammer without yielding in the slightest.

He needed to avoid its edge?