boom--!!!
A Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky, striking Chrysanthemum Douluo less than three feet in front of him.
The obsidian ground was blasted open, creating a crater several meters in diameter, with debris flying everywhere.
The shockwave swept outwards, and Chrysanthemum Douluo was thrown back several steps by the blast.
Ghost Douluo's figure was jolted out of the shadows, staggering and crashing into the railing at the edge of the arena.
The railings at the edge of the ring shattered upon impact, scattering debris everywhere.
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone stared at the hammer, which was completely black, with patterns on its surface pulsating like veins, and a dark golden light flowing across its surface.
Then, the sound came from the sky.
"A chrysanthemum, a little devil."
The voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
Hoarse, deep, like sandpaper rubbing against rust.
"You think you can hurt my son?"
It made everyone in the room afraid to breathe.
A dark figure descended from the sky and landed next to the Clear Sky Hammer.
His clothes were worn and tattered, his hair disheveled, and his chin covered in stubble. Only his eyes shone like knives.
Tang Hao slowly gripped the hammer handle.
The nine Soul Ring on his body slowly emerged from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.
Especially the last Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, its scarlet color was so intense it was blinding.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, his Sixth Soul Ring lit up.
" Tang Hao! How dare you show your face in Spirit City!"
[Sixth Soul Skill: Gathering of Cold Blossoms ]
The golden petal-shaped greatsword solidified in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand, and the Soul Power of Titled Douluo was released without reservation.
At the same moment, Ghost Douluo re-entered the shadows, silently circling behind Tang Hao.
Tang Hao did not dodge.
He raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and his fourth Soul Ring lit up, amplifying his power.
[Fourth Soul Skill: Titan's Strength ]
A hammer slammed into Chrysanthemum Douluo's petal-shaped broadsword.
boom--
The plant-shaped blade was deflected in mid-air, and Chrysanthemum Douluo was pushed back several steps by the recoil, his tiger's mouth completely split open.
Blood trickled down his wrist, dripping onto the obsidian floor.
His face paled for a moment, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"You--"
Tang Hao ignored him and activated his third Soul Ring.
[ Third Spirit Ability - Sweep Through Thousands ]
The Clear Sky Hammer swept horizontally, its surface striking behind him.
Ghost Douluo had barely peeked halfway out of the shadows when he was struck head-on by the hammer's force.
A muffled groan.
Ghost Douluo's Gui Mei figure was thrown out by the shockwave, and then he flashed and landed next to Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Two moves.
The two Titled Douluo were both injured and forced to retreat.
The entire audience gasped, falling into complete silence.
In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi gripped his cane tightly.
"As expected of Clear Sky Douluo!"
Sword Douluo, who was standing to the side, also spoke up at the opportune moment.
"His strength is even greater than before. Despite being hunted down all these years, he not only didn't become weak, but he honed his hammer technique to a higher level."
On Shrek's side, Dai Mubai stood still, watching Tang Hao's back, his lips moved but no sound came out.
This is Clear Sky Douluo, the father of Xiao San.
Ma Hongjun held Oscar, his hands trembling—an instinctive reaction when faced with absolute power.
Flender stood by the ring, his expression complex.
He glanced at Tang Hao, then at Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped in Liu Erlong's arms, and said nothing.
No one in the audience spoke.
Those who were just discussing that " Clear Sky Douluo is a fugitive from the Spirit Hall " are now so quiet they don't even dare to breathe loudly.
Because that man stood on the arena and knocked back two Titled Douluo with two hammer blows, as if shooing away two flies.
Xue Qinghe sat motionless.
Her face remained calm, like a stagnant pool. No one knew that her fingernails had dug into her palms.
The crescent-shaped mark had just scabbed over when it was pinched again, drawing new blood.
Tang Hao.
This name had been weighing on her mind for over a decade.
From as far back as she could remember, everyone in the Spirit Hall had told her that this man had killed her father.
She hated Bibi Dong, but she hated Tang Hao even more.
Now the man stood before her, his Clear Sky Hammer stained with her father's blood.
Her fingers were trembling; it was the hatred that had been suppressed for more than a decade seeping out from the very marrow of her bones.
She wanted to stand up, to reveal her Six-Winged Angel, to let him know that Qian Xunji's daughter was still alive.
But she didn't move because she saw Chen Jieqi standing on the ring.
Standing behind Dugu Bo, within the range of Tang Hao's hammer shadow.
Her fingers slowly loosened, and a subtle aura emanated from the feather in her hand, traveling towards the Worship Hall.
Chen Jieqi stood still.
His left arm hung at his side, the mark between his brows glowing faintly. His gaze fell on Tang Hao, then shifted away.
Within the Soul Ring, Sheng Hui's voice rang out.
" Clear Sky Douluo, you truly live up to your reputation."
His power has already surpassed the level 95 range; the advantage of Ultimate Attribute increases as development progresses.
Chen Jieqi did not answer; he was observing Tang Hao's Soul Power fluctuations.
Bibi Dong looked at Tang Hao.
There was no anger, no fear in his purple eyes, only a bottomless darkness.
She slowly raised her scepter. The pressure of Titled Douluo spread out from her, not targeting one person, but the entire arena.
Nine Soul Ring slowly appeared beneath his feet, two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red, just like Tang Hao's!
" Tang Hao."
Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
"You killed the previous Pope, Spirit Hall has been hunting you for over a decade."
"You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep. If I let you leave, where will the Spirit Hall's reputation be?"
Tang Hao chuckled. That chuckle was devoid of warmth.
"Face?"
He raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and a scarlet light exploded from the hammer, like a small sun rising on the arena.
Soaring into the air, the Seventh Soul Ring beneath his feet instantly lit up—Haotian—True Form!
The Clear Sky Hammer instantly magnified more than ten times, and the Divine Slaughter's Domain was fully released, turning the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer into an incomparably scarlet red.
"Then let's die together!"
His gaze swept across the entire venue—over Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Bibi Dong, the VIP seats, Shrek, and Chen Jieqi.
"None of you are leaving."
Chen Jieqi's brow tattoo twitched suddenly.
Sheng Hui's voice carried an unusual gravity. "He's gone mad."
The Ashbringer was faintly visible in Chen Jieqi's right hand, while his left arm was still hanging down, but he was already gathering power.
Then, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Dugu Bo stepped out from behind him.
Standing at the front of the Huangdou team, poisonous mist enveloped him.
The next instant, the Soul Power that had been suppressed for more than a decade erupted without reservation!
The emerald green poisonous mist no longer concealed itself, but instead transformed into a tangible wave of poison that swept through the air, Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Avatar fully materialized.
The nine Soul Ring trembled violently, and a Soul Power power pressure far exceeding that before spread out.
It was already the overwhelming aura of a level 96 Super Douluo!
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply, and Chrysanthemum Douluo beside her paled in shock. This Old Poison had broken through so quickly!
In the VIP section, Sword Douluo said to Ning Fengzhi, "Although we are both level 96, his soul power is far more refined and powerful than mine."
He then made a sharp cut with his cane.
" Tang Hao."
His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the room could hear it.
"If your hammer harms my grandchildren, your son will be the first to die!"
Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.
His gaze shifted from Dugu Bo to Tang San.
Tang San stood there, holding Xiao Wu's hand, looking at his father.
He neither dodged nor retreated.
He simply looked at Tang Hao, his eyes showing no fear, only stubbornness, and something Tang Hao didn't want to see.
Tang Hao's hammer stopped in mid-air.
But it only lasted for a moment.
Then his gaze fell back on Dugu Bo, his killing intent even stronger than before.
There is something about you that doesn't belong to you.
Dugu Bo's lips curved into a slight smile.
"Want it? Come and get it yourself."
Their gazes met in mid-air, and the air seemed to ignite, becoming scorching and oppressive.
The two great Soul Power collided silently, swirling up the rubble on the arena and crushing it into powder in mid-air.
Bibi Dong's scepter tapped lightly on the stone platform.
That's enough.
Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.
Tang Hao didn't look at her, and neither did Dugu Bo.
They were still staring at each other, like two wild beasts facing off, neither willing to look away first.
Ten thousand eyes were fixed on the two people in the center of the arena: one wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, the other enveloped in poisonous mist.
The situation is becoming increasingly tense.