Douluo: I, a Prehistoric Dao Venerable, Am Live-Streamed by the Sky Screen, Part 18

"Is that the Soul Tool capable of unleashing an attack from a Soul Saint?"

Tang Xiao pressed.

Second Elder nodded repeatedly.

"It is indeed one of the sect's inherited treasures... What a pity!"

The others also revealed looks of regret.

"Well? Is this sword enough?"

Tang Chen said proudly.

If they had not been stranded in the middle of nowhere and truly needed someone to lead the way,

and if he had not held some appreciation for this brat's courage,

he would never have been willing to take out such a treasure!

Red Bellyband happily accepted the short sword, but the moment it touched his hand, his expression changed.

With a crack, he crushed it into fragments

and threw them at Tang Chen.

"You barbarian! I didn't hold it against you for trespassing on my territory, and I was even willing to guide you, yet you tried to fool me with this piece of junk?"

"Do you really take me for a three-year-old?"

"Let me tell you—I've been three years old since the day I was born!"

Red Bellyband's actions utterly enraged Tang Chen.

He was the mighty God of Slaughter. He had lowered himself to offer a treasure, only for it to be called "junk"?

This was intolerable!

Tang Chen's face darkened completely as killing intent spread out. A pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer slowly appeared in his hand.

"It's over, it's over! This little brat is dead for sure!"

On Sea God Island, Ma Hongjun wore a gloating expression. Of all people, he had to provoke a god?

Still, it was rather exciting to see someone from Douluo display such might in the Prehistoric World.

The Prehistoric World had simply exerted far too much pressure on them before.

"How dare anyone insult a god!"

Bo Saixi snorted coldly, especially when that god was the man she loved.

"To die at a god's hands... that can be considered his honor!"

At that moment, her eyes held only the towering figure on the Sky Screen.

She had promised him that she would marry him as long as he became a god.

And he had truly done it!

She had already begun fantasizing about their shameless future together!

"Oh? Not convinced?"

"Come on, then! If you've got the guts, smash it right here! Aim for my forehead!"

Red Bellyband leaped down from the reef, sticking his head toward Tang Chen as he spoke.

Furious! Shaking! Cold!

Tang Chen had roamed the continent for so many years, yet he had never seen anyone this arrogant and suicidal.

He was trembling with rage,

and without another word, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer at the head beneath that red bellyband.

Before the Sky Screen, many people had already turned their heads aside,

unable to bear watching the bloody scene to come.

However,

as cries of shock rang out one after another,

everyone's gazes were drawn back to the Sky Screen—

What came into view

was a scene they would never forget:

That menacing Clear Sky Hammer was lightly stopped by a single finger, unable to descend another inch.

"A barbarian is still a barbarian. You think this lousy hammer can hurt me?"

"You overestimate yourself."

"I can crush it with one finger!"

Red Bellyband raised his chin, looking down on him with the contempt of a king.

"Impossible... I'm a god! Even a Title Douluo could never do that!"

Tang Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with horror.

He abruptly withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer, and every soul ring around him lit up.

With a furious roar,

the Clear Sky Hammer swelled in the wind until it was as large as a basket, then crashed down once more!

Yet Red Bellyband still looked utterly disdainful.

Just as the massive hammer was about to crush him, he leaped into the air and let out a strange cry:

"Yoo-hoo—"

His little foot kicked through the air,

and the Clear Sky Hammer shattered on impact.

Tang Chen spat blood and flew backward...

Within the Clear Sky Sect, silence reigned.

Everyone thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.

That was Tang Chen!

He was the pride of their Clear Sky Sect, and the continent's only god!

Even a Title Douluo would struggle to withstand one of his casual attacks, let alone when the Clear Sky Hammer was the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world!

How could it have been... shattered by a single kick?

Second Elder clutched his chest, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His trembling lips took a long while to force out the words: "No... this isn't real..."

Their faith completely collapsed at that moment.

Tang Xiao looked ashen as he muttered to himself:

"Our ancestor... lost?"

The many disciples were even more devastated, the light gone from their eyes. Some had even collapsed to the ground.

At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well,

Tang Hao, left with only one hand and one foot, stared at the Sky Screen with bloodshot eyes.

At the instant Tang Chen spat blood and flew backward,

his entire body suddenly shuddered,

as if an invisible sledgehammer had struck him in the chest.

That supreme faith within his heart, the faith that had carried him through countless desperate situations,

was gone!

Already covered in old injuries, he was overcome by grief and fury. Blood rose in his throat, and he collapsed limply, falling completely unconscious.

The Blue Silver Grass beside him rustled wildly as if it had gone mad,

its blades desperately brushing over his convulsing body.