Although Tang Hao had left Ghostly and Yue Guan deeply traumatized by that battle years ago—his enormous Clear Sky Hammer had nearly smashed the previous pope to death—that was all in the past!
Now, the one they followed was not the previous pope, Qian Xun Ji, but the Sword-wielding Elder, Yan Chixia.
Old Yan had been able to knock Sword Dao Chen Xin, who had been boosted by Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, flat without suffering so much as a scratch. His strength was undoubtedly above that of the previous pope.
Besides, they had underestimated Tang Hao back then and had not gone all out from the start. This time, as long as Old Yan could hold him off, he and Old Ghostly would immediately unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Once Tang Hao was covered by the Two Polarity Stillness Domain, could he still turn the heavens upside down?
By then... heh heh, wouldn't he be theirs to knead, rub, and flatten as they pleased!
Chrysanthemum Douluo thought smugly to himself.
During the time they had followed Yan Chixia, they had first crippled Dugu Bo, then taken down Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, and finally thoroughly trampled on the Heaven Dou Royal Family's pride. Chrysanthemum Douluo's confidence had soared, and even his fear of Tang Hao had diminished by half.
Maoshan Sect.
Inside a secret chamber.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." Countless bolts of lightning coiled around Shi Jian, roaring like massive beasts. He opened his eyes, and his aura began to rise without end, only to suddenly stop once it reached a certain point.
Sensing the bottleneck, Shi Jian gritted his teeth, raised two fingers, circulated the Maoshan Mental Method, and mobilized all the mana in his body to strike at it.
"Bang!"
His first attempt failed