The third red Soul Ring behind Lin Qing finally lit up.
Third Soul Skill: Golden Dragon Three Transformations!
Third Soul Skill: Thousand Jun Dragon Power!
Once again, he received a massive All Attribute Boost and Strength Amplification.
Lin Qing rolled his neck, his cervical vertebrae crackling.
He looked at Tang Hao and smiled.
That smile on his dragon-transformed face looked especially vicious.
"You've had plenty of fun swinging that hammer. Now it's my turn, right?"
Before his words had even faded, he vanished from where he stood.
One second he had been fifty meters away; the next, he was already in front of Tang Hao.
"So fast!!!"
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
A Titled Douluo's battle instincts saved him.
He had not even seen or sensed it clearly. He simply raised his hammer on instinct, holding the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally before his chest to block.
Clang—!!!
This collision was louder than any of the previous ones.
The sound wave took on physical form, exploding outward as white rings of air and scraping another layer off the ground wherever it passed.
"Hiss!"
Tang Hao was sent flying backward.
It was as though he had been struck head-on by a battering ram. His feet left the ground, his body arched backward, and he traced a parabola through the air before crashing through several large trees and barely managing to stop.
He dropped to one knee, propping himself up with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Then he lowered his head and looked at his hand.
The tiger's mouth had split open!
A bone-deep wound ran across his entire palm. Blood dripped down the hammer's handle and onto the ground.
Drip, drip, drip...
Each drop spread into a small patch of dark red in the dirt.
At the spot where he had stood, Lin