Dragon Soul Purple Flame Burns Soul Power and Soul? Tang Hao Severed His Left Arm!

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Flame Thrust!"

The spear shot forth like a dragon!

In an instant, the shaft of the Purple Flame Dragon Spear was completely enveloped in blazing violet flames.

The flames at its tip condensed into an incomparably solid spiral edge.

With a flick of his wrist, Wei Tianchen did not thrust straight ahead. Instead, he traced a tricky, bizarre arc.

He bypassed the massive head of the Clear Sky Hammer and aimed directly at the opening Tang Hao had exposed by swinging with all his strength—his left shoulder!

Clang—!!!

A deafening metal clash rang through the skies!

Tang Hao reacted with astonishing speed. At the critical moment, he forcibly twisted the hammer's path and barely blocked the fatal strike with the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer!

The violent impact instantly shattered the Arena beneath their feet, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward!

Tang Hao felt an incomparably sharp force travel up the hammer handle, numbing the tiger's mouth of his hand and making his entire arm tremble.

However, this was only the beginning!

With his strike blocked, Wei Tianchen did not linger. He twisted his wrist again.

Like a Venomous Snake with a life of its own, the Purple Flame Dragon Spear slid up along the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer. The violet spiral edge at its tip suddenly erupted!

Squelch!

Bloodlight burst forth!

Although Tang Hao had desperately leaned back to evade it, the spear tip still grazed his left shoulder, instantly carving a wound deep enough to expose bone!

"Ungh!"

Tang Hao gave a muffled groan and retreated several steps before steadying himself.

Tang Hao lowered his head and glanced at his shoulder, his brows tightly furrowed.

The wound was not fatal, but strangely, a bean-sized wisp of violet flame clung to it like a parasite attached to bone.

Not only did it not extinguish, it continued to burn slowly, burrowing deeper into the wound!

A piercing pain shot through him, but what alarmed Tang Hao even more was the clear sensation that—

The Soul Power within his body was being wildly devoured and burned by that wisp of violet flame through the wound!

Tang Hao immediately mobilized his Soul Power in an attempt to extinguish the flame, but the instant his Soul Power touched the violet fire, it was like a moth flying into a flame, burned away in an instant.

Instead, it became fuel for the violet fire, making it burn even more fiercely!

"This is..." Tang Hao's expression changed for the first time.

Across the Arena, Wei Tianchen held the Purple Flame Dragon Spear, its tip angled toward the ground. His bearing was calm and arrogant.

"Can you feel it now, Tang Hao?"

Wei Tianchen's cold voice carried over.

"The Dragon Soul Purple Flame of my Purple Flame Dragon Spear is no ordinary fire."

"This is why it defeated so many top-tier Tool Martial Souls and earned its reputation as the number one Tool Martial Soul on the Sun Moon Continent!"

"It will first burn your Soul Power until every last trace of it is reduced to ashes.

"Then, it will begin burning your spiritual power until your Sea of Consciousness is completely dried up.

"Finally, once both your Soul Power and spiritual power have turned to ash, it will begin burning your flesh, erasing you completely from this world."

Every word Wei Tianchen spoke was like a heavy hammer smashing viciously into the hearts of Tang Hao and everyone who heard him.

Only one exchange!

With both sides restricted from using their strongest trump cards—

The current Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, had already been wounded and driven into such a terrifying dead end!

Dead silence.

After Wei Tianchen's words fell, the entire Douluo Continent sank into deathly silence.

Countless eyes stared fixedly at the figure on the Sky Curtain Arena.

They watched the wisp of violet fire dancing on Clear Sky Douluo's shoulder, as though it were the smile of a Demon.

Burning Soul Power, burning spiritual power, and finally burning flesh...

What a tyrannical, what a vicious flame!

In just one exchange, the continent's peak expert—

Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo famed for his dominance—had been forced into a hopeless situation that meant certain death?

Had this Tool Martial Soul from the Sun Moon Continent truly become so unimaginably powerful?

Within the Clear Sky Sect, every disciple was pale as death. Several Elders trembled all over, their eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and fury.

"Impossible! How could the Clear Sky Hammer of our Clear Sky Sect possibly..."

"What kind of Evil Flame is that?!"

Before the Papal Palace, a cruel, delighted curve appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.

"Hehe, Clear Sky Sect, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world?"

"From this day onward, the Clear Sky Sect will no longer be a threat!"

At Shrek Academy, Tang San's fists clenched instantly. His nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers.

"Dad!"

Tang San's eyes nearly split open. He pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit and stared fixedly at the wisp of violet flame, trying to analyze its composition and weakness.

Yet in his vision, that wisp of fire resembled a pure Energy Black Hole.

Any energy that approached it, including light itself, was distorted and devoured. He could not glimpse its true nature at all!

Master Yu Xiaogang's expression was grave to the extreme as he muttered to himself:

"What a terrifying Martial Soul trait... It has already surpassed the scope of elemental fire.

"It is more like a curse... carrying the laws of 'devouring' and 'conversion'!"

On the Sky Curtain Arena, Tang Hao's expression had indeed changed.

He could clearly feel the vast, ocean-like Soul Power within his body being continuously drawn out through the wound on his left shoulder, ignited, and transformed into his opponent's energy.

Every time he mobilized his Soul Power, it was like adding fuel to the enemy's flames.

Wei Tianchen admired the rare gravity on Tang Hao's face. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his smile became ever more unrestrained.

"Give up, Tang Hao.

"Before my Dragon Soul Purple Flame, all struggle is futile.

"The more you resist, the faster you will die.

"You might as well kneel and beg for mercy. Perhaps I will grant you a quick death."

However, Tang Hao's response exceeded everyone's expectations.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did he try to neutralize it with another Soul Skill.

A flash of ruthlessness and resolve passed through Tang Hao's eyes!

"Shut up!"

With a furious roar, Tang Hao formed his left hand into a blade with two fingers. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed down at the joint of his blood-soaked left shoulder!

Hand rose, palm fell!

Splat—!

A severed arm flew into the air, blood gushing out like a fountain!

At that instant, the entire Douluo Continent was completely speechless!

Everyone was stunned by Tang Hao's sheer ruthlessness!

A warrior severing his own arm!

Faced with the unsolvable violet flames, this unyielding Clear Sky Douluo had chosen the most direct, most brutal method.

He had cut off his own arm!

The severed arm traced a blood-colored arc through the air before landing on the Arena.

After losing its continued supply of Soul Power, the violet flames clinging to it suddenly surged, instantly wrapping around the entire arm.

In only two seconds, they burned it—skin and bone alike—into a handful of drifting ash, leaving behind not even the slightest trace!

This scene sent chills through everyone's bodies.

On the Arena, Tang Hao's expression did not change, as though he had not severed his own arm.

His left hand darted across the stump several times with lightning speed, sealing his blood vessels and immediately stopping the bleeding.

Rather than weakening due to the loss of his arm, his aura became even more violent and even more pure!

An invisible domain carrying the scent of blood and slaughter erupted outward from beneath his feet!

Divine Slaughter's Domain!