The Soul Power pressure created by the clash between Titled Douluo was far too strong. All the students who hadn't yet become Soul Masters were unable to withstand it.
Only those who had advanced to Soul Master had any resistance at all, enough to keep them from being crushed to their knees by the surging Soul Power.
Above Notting Academy.
Tang Hao, clad in a black robe and holding an enormous Clear Sky Hammer, pointed it at Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei. A terrifying aura radiated from his entire body.
"A chrysanthemum, a little ghost."
"And the Spirit Hall Pope. This scene feels familiar."
"Could it be that you want to taste my Clear Sky Hammer again?"
Tang Hao looked coldly at the familiar trio: the familiar Jugu Douluo and the familiar Spirit Hall Pope. Only this time, the Spirit Hall Pope was Bibi Dong instead of Qian Xunji.
But it didn't matter. His Clear Sky Hammer would once again make the New Pope experience what it was like to be dominated.
"Hmph, Tang Hao."
"You're as arrogant as ever. The New Pope's strength is beyond your imagination. And with the two of us at her side, you won't escape this time."
"What's more, I refuse to believe you came away from that battle unscathed. Let's see how long you can hold out."
Hearing Tang Hao's boast, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan snorted and shot back at him, his face filled with anger.
If he and Gui Mei were the only ones facing Tang Hao, Chrysanthemum Douluo would indeed have been afraid. After all, Tang Hao had left him with a deep-seated fear back then.
But now, Bibi Dong—a powerful Pope—stood behind them, and Tang Hao was still bearing the injuries from that battle years ago.
Yue Guan couldn't believe the three of them would be unable to deal with Tang Hao.
"If you don't believe me, then let's find out."
At that, Tang Hao released his Soul Rings.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet and circled his body.
The ninth Soul Ring, in particular, was blood-red and radiated an overwhelmingly powerful pressure.
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei each released their own Soul Rings.
Bibi Dong, behind them, also began summoning her Martial Soul. The Death Spider Emperor enveloped her, and nine Soul Rings gradually rose from beneath her feet to circle her body.
Like Tang Hao's, Bibi Dong's ninth Soul Ring was also a blood-red, 100,000 Year Soul Ring.
"A 100,000 Year Soul Ring? Interesting."
Seeing that Bibi Dong's ninth Soul Ring was also a 100,000 Year Soul Ring, Tang Hao was slightly astonished and thought more highly of her.
That 100,000 Year ninth Soul Ring alone made Bibi Dong, the New Pope, far more impressive than Qian Xunji, the Former Pope.
Still, he had faith in his Clear Sky Hammer. This would be nothing more than a replay of the battle six years ago.
As it happened, in the past six years, he had found nowhere to vent his hatred for Spirit Hall.
So he would use Bibi Dong, the New Pope, to unleash the fury he'd harbored for six years.
With that thought, Tang Hao no longer held back his Soul Power. His Level 94 Soul Power surged forth in full.
"Level 94 Soul Power? Tang Hao, how did you advance so quickly?"
Feeling Tang Hao's Soul Power Level, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was deeply shocked.
Only six years—just six years—and Tang Hao had come so far on the path of a Titled Douluo. As expected of the Clear Sky Douluo. Such talent was probably rare in the world.
All the more reason not to let Tang Hao live today. If they let him go and gave him a few more years, he might reach the realm of a Super Douluo.
By then, Tang Hao would be even more terrifying and even harder to deal with.
"Chrysanthemum Guan, you'd better worry about your own safety."
With that, Tang Hao's Seventh Soul Ring lit up, and he roared,
"Seventh Soul Skill, Clear Sky True Body!"
Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer instantly grew hundreds of times larger. It loomed like a small mountain, radiating a terrifying aura.
Just as he was about to swing it and let the Jugu Douluo and Bibi Dong feel the force of his hammer,
"Wait, Tang Hao. Let's fight in the sky."
"The shock waves from a Titled Douluo's battle are too destructive. There's no need for our fight to hurt the innocent people below."
Seeing Tang Hao about to swing his Clear Sky Hammer, Bibi Dong immediately stopped him.
All four of them were Titled Douluo, and they were not far above Notting Academy.
If they fought at full strength, the shock waves would inevitably reach the academy below.
That was the last thing she wanted.
Hearing Bibi Dong, Tang Hao paused. Then he remembered that his son, Tang san, was still at Notting Academy, and agreed to her request.
A battle between Titled Douluo was far too terrifying. It would be bad if his precious son, Tang san, got hurt.
Tang san was his hope for taking revenge on Spirit Hall and restoring the Clear Sky Sect. He couldn't let anything happen to him.
"Fine. We'll fight in the sky."
Tang Hao fell silent for a moment, recalled his enormous Clear Sky Hammer, and flew higher above Notting Academy.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong and the Jugu Douluo exchanged glances, then flew skyward after him.
Below, at Notting Academy.
After Tang Hao, Bibi Dong, and the others flew higher, the students who had been crushed to their knees by the terrifying Soul Power pressure all got back up.
They gazed into the sky with awe. Were these the legendary Titled Douluo?
They were truly terrifying!
Meanwhile.
Where Tang san and Jade Little Sword stood, a puddle of water stained the ground a pale yellow.
"Teacher, why did you wet yourself?"
Tang san looked at Jade Little Sword, whose crotch was soaked, with a trace of disgust on his face.
Tang san had naturally seen Tang Hao face off against Bibi Dong and the others from inside Notting Academy.
But he was farther away from Tang Hao than Lin Chen was.
Even with the help of his Purple Demon Eye, he could only make out an enormous hammer; he couldn't see its exact shape.
Tang san and Jade Little Sword had both felt the terrifying Soul Power pressure.
But what Tang san hadn't expected was that under that pressure, his teacher Jade Little Sword had wet himself!
Could it be that after being castrated a few days ago, he can't control his lower body anymore?
Tang san thought to himself.
With his Soul Power Level, he'd barely been affected at all. So why had Jade Little Sword, a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster, wet himself?
Tang san couldn't understand.
What's more, as time passed, Tang san realized the teacher he'd chosen was growing more and more useless—an outright disgrace to him.
Now Tang san was already beginning to regret it. He shouldn't have impulsively taken Jade Little Sword as his teacher.
"Little Three, I..."
Hearing Tang san's question, Jade Little Sword started to speak, then stopped. He raised a hand, slowly lowered it, and didn't know how to explain.
Wet himself in front of his disciple— for someone like Jade Little Sword, who cared so much about his dignity, his face felt as if it were burning.
It was mortifying.
But there was nothing Jade Little Sword could do. After feeling that powerful Soul Power pressure, his lower body had suddenly gone out of control, and the urine had just flowed out.
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