Qian Daoliu of the Original World Takes Action—Clear Sky True Body? Utterly Ridiculous!

"Bibi Dong!"

Tang Hao pointed the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand directly at the breathtakingly beautiful woman before the Pope's Palace, his voice icy to the bone:

"If you want to touch my son, ask my hammer first whether it agrees!"

"Spirit Hall owes me a debt. Today, I'll collect some interest first!"

[Seventh Soul Skill—Clear Sky True Body!]

Without another word, Tang Hao immediately unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar!

The enormous Clear Sky Hammer swelled with the wind, instantly transforming into a hundred-meter giant hammer that blotted out the sky and sun. Carrying a world-destroying force, it smashed viciously toward the Pope's Palace!

This strike was not only to save someone, but also to establish his authority!

[Two-World Comparison: A Father's Love Was Like a Mountain?]

At this moment, as though to complement this tragic and heroic scene, the Heavenly Screen presented another comparison.

[Left Side: Original World:]

Tang Hao stood alone, covered in wounds and illness. Facing the encirclement of Spirit Hall's many Titled Douluo, he had no choice but to burn his blood essence and make a desperate stand in order to save that "good-for-nothing" son of his.

His back looked lonely, tragic beyond measure.

[Right Side: Current World:]

The scene shifted.

Tang Hao of the Current World sat in the seat of honor at the Clear Sky Sect, his face glowing with health as he held a cup of fine wine.

Before him, Tang Shan was leading Qian Renxue as she served tea.

"Father, this is the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng Xue'er brought for you. It will help nourish your body." Tang Shan said with a smile.

Tang Hao of the Current World grinned from ear to ear:

"Good, good, good! Shan'er is still the filial one! Unlike certain people..."

Though he did not say it outright, everyone felt that those "certain people" seemed to be directed at someone in particular.

[Real World the Pope's Palace]

Tang Hao, who was fighting for his life, nearly failed to catch his breath upon seeing this. Even the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand tilted an inch off course.

"Damn it..."

Tang Hao cursed inwardly, venting all his frustration and fury upon the Spirit Hall members before him!

"Die, all of you!!!"

Boom—!!!

A heaven-shaking collision resounded through the clouds!

Boom—!!!

Tang Hao's Clear Sky True Body, powerful enough to shake mountains, surged forward with unstoppable momentum.

It was about to smash Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, along with half the Pope's Palace, into ruins.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Moon Douluo's face turned deathly pale, and even his scream changed pitch:

"Old Ghost!

We can't stop it!

Retreat, quickly!!"

Ghost Douluo Ghost Douluo was even more frightened out of his wits. That destructive power made him feel like a candle flame in a gale.

He could be extinguished at any moment.

Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes flashed with killing intent. The scepter in her hand shone brilliantly as she was about to forcefully meet the attack.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's expression changed. The evil, frigid Rakshasa Divine Power within her unexpectedly backlashed at the critical moment, causing her aura to stall and slowing her movements by half a beat!

"Damn it!"

Bibi Dong cursed inwardly and could only watch helplessly as the massive hammer shadow descended.

At that very critical moment—

Buzz—!!!

A holy, vast, warm aura carrying supreme majesty suddenly erupted from the direction of the Worship Hall behind the Pope's Palace!

The sky, originally obscured by dark clouds, was instantly torn apart by a dazzling golden light!

Within that golden light, a hundred-meter-tall angel phantom with six wings on its back slowly emerged. Like a god descending upon the world, it looked down upon all living beings!

"Tang Hao, this is Spirit City, not a place where you can run wild."

An aged yet vigorous voice seemed to descend from the ninth heaven, echoing in everyone's ears.

The Six-Winged Angel phantom gently raised one hand. It appeared slow, yet was actually swift as lightning, casually meeting the world-destroying Clear Sky Hammer.

Dong!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent and raging energy storm.

That hammer strike, powerful enough to crush a Titled Douluo to death, was actually caught steadily by that golden hand!

It was like an adult effortlessly catching a wooden stick swung by a child.

[Level 99 Limit Douluo Daoliu!]

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted. He felt an irresistible force surge toward him, and the web of his hand instantly split open, blood flowing freely!

"Qian Daoliu!

You old bastard really are still alive!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth. Borrowing the recoil, he flipped through the air several times before barely dispersing that terrifying force,

When he landed, his feet carved two deep trenches into the hard granite.

"Puh—"

In the end, he could not hold back a mouthful of blood, which sprayed out.

With only one move, the difference in strength was clear!

This was the insurmountable gulf between a Level 99 Limit Douluo and a Level 95 Titled Douluo!

In the audience.

"Hiss—"

Gasps rose one after another.

"So this is Grand Worship Qian Daoliu's strength? It's terrifying!"

"Tang Hao's hammer was so domineering, yet it was caught with one hand?"

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with gravity.

"It seems Spirit Hall's foundation is far deeper than we imagined."

Ning Fengzhi said quietly:

"With Qian Daoliu taking action, Tang Hao today will likely..."

Ning Fengzhi did not finish, but the meaning was obvious.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had originally been considering whether to intervene, completely abandoned the thought at this moment.

Against an existence like Qian Daoliu, unless Tang Chen came in person, anyone who stepped forward would die!

In the scene, Qian Daoliu's figure slowly emerged from the golden light.

Qian Daoliu wore a golden robe. His beard and hair were entirely white, yet his face was as rosy as an infant's. His entire body emitted a holy aura that made people unable to resist the urge to bow in worship.

Qian Daoliu looked down at Tang Hao, his gaze indifferent, as though he were looking at an ant:

"Tang Hao, you escaped back then because you were lucky.

Today, you actually dared to walk into the trap yourself, and you still want to take away this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"Do you really think Spirit Hall has no one left?"

As Qian Daoliu's words fell, several more terrifying auras shot into the sky from the direction of the Worship Hall!

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo!

Third Worship!

Fourth Worship...

A full six worshippers at the Titled Douluo level instantly appeared behind Qian Daoliu, completely surrounding Tang Hao!

Together with Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo...

At this moment, Tang Hao faced Spirit Hall's entire top-tier force!

Despair!

True despair!

Tang Hao looked at the terrifyingly powerful experts surrounding him, his heart turning ice-cold.

Tang Hao turned and glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu behind him, both trembling uncontrollably, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Looks like this is where it ends for me today..."

"Xiao San, Dad has failed you..."

Tang Hao's voice was filled with sorrow.

Tang San had long since gone pale with fright. He tightly clutched Tang Hao's robe, his eyes full of fear and helplessness:

"Dad... are we... are we going to die?"

Seeing his son's pathetic appearance, the last trace of pride in Tang Hao's heart was shattered.

This was reality.

There was no Nine Dragon Pulling Carriage, no God Son halo. There was only the humiliation and helplessness of being trampled beneath the feet of the strong.

Tang Hao muttered to himself:

"Grandfather, if only you were here..."