"This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer can't be allowed to keep stacking."
After blocking another hammer strike, Lin Qing's expression shifted.
The 200,000-Year Soul Ring lit up.
Second Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Transformation Two!
Second Soul Skill: Thousand Jun Dragon Power!
Two more Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Skills activated.
This time, the light shone even brighter.
Golden light shot into the sky, gathering above Lin Qing's head into the phantom of a Golden Giant Dragon.
The giant dragon raised its head and roared soundlessly, yet its pressure crashed down like something tangible.
Boom—!!!
The golden light around Lin Qing grew denser.
Ancient, intricate patterns surfaced across his scales, resembling some lost Dragon Language Runes.
His strength surged once more. Muscles swelled, and veins writhed beneath his scales.
He now had a two-hundred-percent All Attribute Boost, along with a four-hundred-percent Strength Amplification.
He stopped defending and took the initiative to attack.
One claw tore through the Hammer Shadow.
Five Sharp Claws, like five golden swords, sliced into the vast web of Hammer Shadows and tore hard—rip!
"!!!"
Tang Hao's expression changed drastically!
The rhythm of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had been broken!
He was forced back, his eyes full of disbelief.
His Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had actually been broken?
And not through technique, nor through a Soul Skill—it had been forcibly torn apart with brute strength?
"How is that possible?"
Once the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer gained momentum, its power stacked layer upon layer, becoming stronger the further it went. It was impossible to interrupt midway.
Unless... the other party's strength far exceeded the rate at which his power could stack!
At that thought, Tang Hao's face turned exceptionally grim.
"Damn it! Who exactly are you?"
Tang Hao gritted his teeth as he asked, a trace of blood seeping from the corner