Doom Sword, Protection Armor, Tang Hao Detonates His Rings
Tang Hao jolted awake.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
His brow furrowed so deeply that a crease appeared between his brows, like the Chinese character for "river."
The brilliant light of the golden-red Sword of Doom and Slaughter descended like the Grim Reaper coming to claim his life.
Tang Hao felt a chill run down his spine. Facing Qian Renyu's sword, he felt as if he'd returned to more than ten years ago.
Back then, Qian Xunji had used the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul's ninth Soul Skill, and Tang Hao had felt the same way.
But when he made a true comparison, Tang Hao realized that the oppressive force of Qian Renyu's sword was even greater than Qian Xunji's had been.
Qian Xunji had used his ninth Soul Skill, while Qian Renyu had simply brought down an ordinary-looking sword.
"You're nothing but a junior, and you haven't even used a Soul Skill!"
"You've gone too far!"
Tang Hao roared furiously.
The figure standing within the blood-red Clear Sky True Body raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand with all his strength.
Clang—
Sparks burst into the sky where the Sword of Doom and Slaughter clashed with the Clear Sky Hammer.
A series of long, pale marks appeared clearly across the hammer's surface.
The backlash from the impact sent Tang Hao flying backward through the air.
After steadying himself, Tang Hao felt the Clear Sky Hammer vibrating in his grip and a series of numb, aching sensations in his arms.
For the first time, his spirits plummeted.
The Clear Sky Douluo was known for his unrivaled strength!
Tang Hao had always been supremely confident in his own strength.
Even against a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast known for its strength,