Ninth Soul Skill: Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix

Ling Feng's expression turned exceptionally grave. He knew just how terrifying the power unleashed when a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring self-destructed in its final eruption could be.

Even with the power Tang Hao was unleashing now, any Titled Douluo who came into contact with it would undoubtedly die.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Zhao Yun's expression became incomparably solemn, as though covered in a layer of frost.

Facing the power of Tang Hao's final strike, he could no longer afford to hold anything back.

The seventh Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring on his body released a dazzling radiance. The light resembled brilliant blood-red rays, illuminating the entire sky.

As the Soul Ring's light blossomed, the Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix Spear in his hand trembled violently, as if responding to its master's power.

An overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from Zhao Yun's body, so intense it was nearly suffocating.

This aura seemed to have even surpassed the realm of a Limit Douluo, spreading wildly in every direction like invisible pressure.

Under the shroud of this aura, the entire space seemed frozen. The air became incomparably heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Cracks appeared across the ground, seemingly torn open by this aura.

"Die!"

A flash of killing intent passed through Tang Hao's eyes. The final flames burned within them—the fury toward his enemy and the resolve to protect his son.

He exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, pouring every ounce of power within him into the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Clear Sky Hammer shone brilliantly in his hand. Its originally pitch-black hammerhead was now enveloped in a layer of crimson light, like the weapon of a war god from ancient times, radiating endless majesty and power.

Tang Hao suddenly swung the Clear Sky Hammer, ruthlessly smashing it toward Zhao Yun.

This strike gathered all his strength and will. It was his final swan song.

Somewhere beyond everyone's notice, a streak of red light appeared out of thin air and entered the Clear Sky Hammer.

This power stood far above Soul Power!

"Ninth Soul Skill: Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix!"

Zhao Yun did not dare lower his guard in the slightest either. This was a battle of life and death.

He instantly unleashed his Ninth Soul Skill.

In an instant, the Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix Spear spun rapidly through the void, moving so fast that it dazzled the eye.

As the spear rotated, countless fiery-red phoenixes flew forth from its shaft. These phoenixes were lifelike, each radiating powerful Soul Power fluctuations.

They circled and danced through the air, releasing crisp phoenix cries as though forming a sacred army.

The power formed by the countless phoenixes became a blazing torrent, hurtling fiercely toward Tang Hao and crashing directly into his Clear Sky Hammer.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and heaven and earth alike were engulfed by those two immense forces.

When Ling Feng saw the terrifying might erupting from the two attacks, his heart tightened.

If he did not act immediately, he would very likely be caught up in the force.

The fourth Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on his body flickered with mysterious light. That light was like a deep ocean, containing endless power.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Space Leap!"

Ling Feng shouted softly, and his body instantly vanished from where he stood, concealing itself within the void.

This was his ultimate life-saving technique, capable of creating countless separate spaces within the void.

Those separate spaces overlapped one another, forming a complex and mysterious spatial maze. He could hide within it to avoid harm and evade all aura detection.

Snake Lance Douluo did not dare be careless either. He grabbed Qian Renxue and turned into a streak of light, flying into the distance and leaving this dangerous place.

The moment Ling Feng and Snake Lance Douluo left, Zhao Yun's attack collided with Tang Hao's.

"Boom!"

The entire world fell into dead silence. Then, a dazzling expanse of white light shot into the sky, illuminating the heavens of the entire Douluo Continent like an exploding sun.

Terrifying energy fluctuations filled that light, spreading outward for a hundred li in every direction from the center of the explosion.

Wherever the light passed, everything turned to ruins. The once-vibrant land became scarred beyond recognition.

Zhao Yun himself was also blasted backward again and again by that immense force.

The Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix Spear in his hand spun relentlessly under the violent impact, attempting to weaken the attack ahead.

Yet Zhao Yun relied on his formidable strength, continuously mobilizing the Soul Power within his body to resist the powerful impact.

Through his efforts, he gradually stabilized himself. His Soul Power was only somewhat depleted, while his body remained unharmed.

Only after a moment did Zhao Yun finally come to a stop. He panted heavily as he looked upon the chaotic ruin before him.

Zhao Yun was still concerned with whether Tang Hao had lived or died. Ignoring his own exhaustion, he sprinted toward where Tang Hao had been.

He moved at extreme speed, like lightning, reaching Tang Hao's previous battleground in the blink of an eye.

However, when he arrived, he saw only a desolate field of ruins.

Tang Hao's corpse had vanished without a trace. Aside from the remaining bloodstains and Soul Power fluctuations, there was nothing unusual nearby.

"Hm?"

Confusion rose within Zhao Yun. He immediately spread out his Divine Sense, carefully examining every corner of the surroundings.

Yet no matter how he searched, he could not find Tang Hao's body.

Zhao Yun was filled with doubt. He did not understand it. Given the force of his and Tang Hao's attacks, even if Tang Hao had not died, he should have been seriously injured and collapsed on the ground. How could even his corpse be nowhere to be found?

Just then, the void rippled, and Ling Feng's figure slowly appeared.

His expression was equally grave. As he looked at the scene before him, his heart was also full of doubts.

"Could it be that the previous attack blew Tang Hao to pieces?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself.

He had not seen Tang Hao's body either. Recalling the force of the explosion from those two attacks, it truly had been enough to tear Tang Hao into pieces.

"My lord, something is wrong."

Zhao Yun frowned and said, "Although both of us unleashed our strongest attacks, part of their power canceled each other out. And at the time, I noticed that Tang Hao had also swiftly moved away from the center of the explosion."

"Logically, an attack of that level should not have made Tang Hao's corpse vanish without a trace."

Zhao Yun laid out every doubt in his heart.

It was precisely because he had noticed this that he had come here immediately after the explosion.

But no matter how carefully he searched, he could not find Tang Hao's body. This left him deeply puzzled.

After hearing Zhao Yun's explanation, Ling Feng's expression also grew serious.

He knew Zhao Yun's strength and abilities well. With Zhao Yun's investigative ability, there was absolutely no way he would have overlooked anything.

Ling Feng had not expected Tang Hao to vanish completely after this battle. It left him somewhat speechless.

Tang Hao truly deserves to be called the father of Tang San, the protagonist of the Douluo Continent. He's as impossible to kill as a cockroach.

Ling Feng sighed inwardly.

He knew this matter was definitely not so simple.

Ling Feng still did not dare overlook even the slightest clue. He decided to use the Void Domain and employ Space Power to investigate the surrounding traces.

He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and slowly released his Soul Power into the void.

Under the effect of Void Power, the surrounding space seemed to turn transparent. Ling Feng could clearly sense every fluctuation of Soul Power and every subtle change.

He searched carefully, not overlooking a single corner.

At last, Ling Feng caught a trace of an unusual aura.

He hurried toward that direction, taking every step cautiously for fear of missing any important clue.

When he reached that place, he carefully observed the power lingering within the void.

His expression instantly became exceedingly ugly.

God Power?

Ling Feng was shocked. He had never expected to find traces of God Power here.

This power was far above the level of Soul Power, and its origin was no different from the two Million Year Soul Rings on his body.

The Asura God King?

After giving it some thought, Ling Feng arrived at this conclusion.

After all, every move Tang San made was likely under the watch of the Asura God King in the God Realm, and Tang Hao was Tang San's father.

Aside from the Asura God King, Ling Feng truly did not know who else could successfully rescue Tang Hao right under Zhao Yun's nose. Not even a Limit Douluo could accomplish that.

No one but a legendary god!

Moreover, Tang Hao had already been severely wounded. Logically speaking, even if he detonated all nine Soul Rings, he should not have been Zhao Yun's match.

The Asura God King must have had a hand in Tang Hao's final strike.

"Heh."

Ling Feng gave a disdainful laugh, his heart filled with helplessness and unwillingness.

As expected, those favored by fate never played by the rules. At every critical moment, they received the aid of mysterious power.

However, Ling Feng did not continue pursuing the matter. After all, the Asura God King's strength was far beyond anything he could resist right now.

His current strength was still nowhere near enough.

Opposing the Asura God King would be no different from smashing an egg against a rock.