Bibi Dong, get lost!
The words had barely left his mouth.
The nine Soul Rings surrounding Tang Hao blazed to life.
His Soul Ring Configuration—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—unleashed the abilities contained within each ring.
His ninth Soul Ring, born from Ah Yin's sacrifice, was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Its brilliant crimson light even seemed ready to rival the golden-red radiance bursting from the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.
Sheltered by Tang Hao, Tang San felt the Soul Power erupting from his father at such close range that his eyes couldn't help but fill with astonishment.
"So this is Dad's true strength?"
"This Soul Power feels much stronger than that old monster's. No wonder the old monster said that once Dad showed up, he could turn everything around."
"Though this guy named Qian Renyu effortlessly crushed that old monster, Dad has spent years at the peak of the Titled Douluo realm!"
"Surely this guy named Qian Renyu can't deal with Dad!"
Tang San speculated inwardly.
He compared the Soul Power surging from Tang Hao with the might displayed by the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.
After weighing everything carefully, the scales in his heart began to tip toward Tang Hao.
Rumble—
A blood-red Clear Sky True Body appeared in the sky.
Tang Hao stood beneath the crimson figure, his aura perfectly fused with its own.
He didn't need to make a single extra move. Simply standing there placed immense pressure on the Soul Masters below in Spirit City.
Even ordinary Titled Douluo like Yue Guan and Gui Mei felt as if their chests were constricting beneath Tang Hao's pressure.
"Now that Tang Hao has made his move, things should go according to plan!"
"The Tang Clan's Hidden Weapons are incredibly important to