Tang Hao Unrivaled? Yun Yuan Appears

Then, he looked up at Peng Yuan, suddenly pushed off with both legs, and leaped into the air. His figure shot skyward like lightning, his jet-black Clear Sky Hammer hurtling straight toward Peng Yuan.

However, Peng Yuan had no intention of clashing head-on with Tang Hao. His second soul ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Great Peng Spreads Wings."

As soon as he spoke, Peng Yuan's speed increased, and he directly evaded Tang Hao's incoming attack.

After his strike missed, Tang Hao landed and saw Peng Yuan above him launch several wind blades in his direction.

Seeing this, Tang Hao had no choice but to swing the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. The fierce, powerful giant hammer shattered the wind blades one by one.

But this kind of battle left Tang Hao feeling stifled.

This Peng Yuan refused to face him head-on and only kept kiting him around, making Tang Hao extremely uncomfortable. Without a way to counter him, Tang Hao would soon exhaust his soul power and lose.

With that thought, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer and pointed it at Peng Yuan above, venting his dissatisfaction.

"Peng Yuan, all you know how to do is dodge. Do you not dare face me head-on?"

"You're a genius of Spirit Hall, and you even have one more soul ring than I do, yet you're this cowardly. I look down on you."

"If you have the guts, fight me in a proper head-on clash."

Faced with Tang Hao's mockery, Peng Yuan clenched his fists, just about to retort.

The next moment.

The Clear Sky Sect's disciples beside the Competition Platform began echoing Tang Hao's words.

"That's right. His Soul Power Level is six ranks higher than Tang Hao of our Clear Sky Sect, and he has one more soul ring, yet he fights like a rat."

"If you want us to accept defeat wholeheartedly, then defeat us head-on. Otherwise, Even if our Clear Sky Sect loses, we will not acknowledge this outcome."

"That's right. A direct, upright clash is a battle between real men. Even if you win this way, it will be an undeserved victory."

Hearing this, Peng Yuan above could no longer endure it. Rage surged within him as he looked down at Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao, since your Clear Sky Sect refuses to accept this, then I'll defeat you head-on and make you—and all your Clear Sky Sect disciples—accept it wholeheartedly."

Seeing that Peng Yuan was finally willing to clash with him head-on, a smile appeared on Tang Hao's lips. It seemed this Peng Yuan was not a shameless man after all.

If Peng Yuan had continued relying on his aerial advantage, Tang Hao would never have acknowledged the result even if he won.

Such a battle would have been an undeserved victory. Why should he acknowledge it?

"Good. Then I'll show you my highest respect as well. I'll use my Second Soul Skill to clash with you."

"How about we decide the victor with this one strike?"

At this moment, Tang Hao's face was full of smiles. He excitedly made the suggestion to Peng Yuan above.

"Fine. One strike will decide the victor."

After hearing him, Peng Yuan did not reject Tang Hao's suggestion and nodded in agreement.

Although the Great Peng martial soul excelled in speed, its attack power was no weaker.

With his Third Soul Skill and a Soul Power Level six ranks higher, Peng Yuan did not believe he would lose to Tang Hao.

After reaching their agreement, Peng Yuan's third soul ring lit up, and the wings behind him emitted a dazzling white light.

"Third Soul Skill, Great Peng Splits the Sky!"

As Peng Yuan's voice fell, a massive white slash swept out from his flapping wings. Carrying immense piercing force, it shot straight at Tang Hao below.

"Haha, good!"

"Second Soul Skill, Wild Hammer!"

Tang Hao's second soul ring finally lit up as he unleashed his Second Soul Skill.

In the next instant, his jet-black Clear Sky Hammer doubled in size, its length from handle to hammerhead reaching roughly the height of his head.

Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, he swung the terrifying giant hammer with all his strength at the slash Peng Yuan had launched.

The slash collided with the giant hammer, producing a deafening crash that echoed across the entire Competition Platform. But in the end, it was still inferior to Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer in terms of attack power.

After shattering the white slash, Tang Hao's momentum did not diminish. He stomped the ground hard with both feet, leaped into the air, and smashed toward Peng Yuan.

Faced with this strike, Peng Yuan raised his wings in front of himself, intending to block Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

But the Clear Sky Hammer had always excelled in strength. After a single blow, Peng Yuan let out a scream and was sent crashing down beneath the Competition Platform.

After defeating Peng Yuan and landing successfully, Tang Hao wore a proud, smug expression. He planted the Clear Sky Hammer before him and looked arrogantly toward Spirit Hall's younger generation.

"Looks like the geniuses of your Spirit Hall really can't withstand more than a few strikes from my hammer. This is all you amount to."

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and challenge me? If there is, I, Tang Hao, will face you all."

"Of course, if you want to come up and humiliate yourselves, I don't mind letting you properly experience the might of the Clear Sky Hammer."

Seeing Tang Hao's arrogant manner, the Spirit Hall geniuses beneath the Competition Platform clenched their fists. Their faces were red with rage as they glared at Tang Hao in fury.

They were enraged. To be humiliated by Tang Hao like this in Spirit City—who could retaliate for them and help them hold their heads high again?

Not only were they furious, but Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu, watching from the High Platform, did not have pleasant expressions either.

Qian Xunji in particular—if not for Tang Chen being present, he would have wanted to drive this group of arrogant, foul-mouthed people out of Spirit City.

Even Qian Daoliu, who was aloof by nature and indifferent to worldly affairs, felt some dissatisfaction. Why were these Clear Sky Sect disciples so ill-mannered?

He had originally thought this would be a friendly exchange between the younger generations of Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect, while also having Tang Hao, that peerless genius, put some pressure on Spirit Hall's geniuses.

That way, they could realize there was always someone stronger, always a higher sky beyond the heavens. But the situation was clearly different now.

Spirit Hall's younger generation had lost, yet they were still holding in a breath of frustration. If they did not vent it, it might affect their futures.

At that moment, a crisp voice rang out—cold and clear, calm yet immensely penetrating.

"They aren't enough. I'll do it!"

The instant he heard that voice, Qian Xunji's face lit up with joy, but he quickly calmed down.

Although his disciple was highly gifted, Tang Hao had cultivated far longer than Yun Yuan, and his Soul Power Level was nearly twice Yun Yuan's.

With such a gap between them, it would truly be difficult for Yun Yuan to defeat Tang Hao.

If they were at the same level, Qian Xunji believed that his disciple Yun Yuan could beat Tang Hao as easily as beating a dog!

The others also turned toward Yun Yuan upon hearing the voice, only to see a... child step forward? He had sharp, confident eyes and a powerful aura surrounding him.

Huh? Question marks seemed to pop up over everyone's heads.

Once they saw Yun Yuan's true appearance, the fire that had ignited in Spirit Hall's hearts was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water.

Yun Yuan was so young. What could he possibly do? Could he really defeat Tang Hao, who stood before them like an invincible God of War?

Meanwhile, when the Clear Sky Sect side saw Yun Yuan's true appearance, they burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Where did this little brat come from, spouting such arrogance? This is truly hilarious."

Some went even further, openly teasing Yun Yuan:

"Kid, have you been weaned yet, talking so disrespectfully here? Our hammers don't care how old you are."