Hammering Demon Charm to Pieces! An Angel Descends Amid Ultimate Radiance!

The crimson mist, like a thick swamp, swallowed up half of the main arena.

Oppression, suffocation, sensory deprivation!

"As expected of the Golden Generation cultivated by the Spirit Hall with all its resources, they truly live up to their reputation." Ning Fengzhi slightly with his feather fan, his eyes revealing deep amazement.

"The pressure and domain suppression emanating from this Martial Soul Fusion Skill are no less powerful than a full-force attack from a level 70 Battle Soul Saint."

"That Tang San is no simple character either." Sword Douluo Chen Xin crossed his arms, his gaze piercing through the red mist.

At the edge of the mist, the Shrek Team members were pushed back by the powerful sense of oppression.

Dai Mubai stared intently at the imposing and eerie figure deep within the red mist, his eyes filled with a sickly crimson and jealousy.

He should also possess the Hell White Tiger, the most powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill on the entire continent.

If it weren't for that damned Lin Qingmo interfering,

If Zhu Zhuqing hadn't resolutely severed ties with him,

At this moment, the one who should be shining brightly before the entire continent, showcasing his Martial Soul Fusion Skill and stunning everyone present, is Dai Mubai!

"Zhu Zhuqing... Lin Qingmo... you just wait!" Dai Mubai roared inwardly.

Humiliation and resentment nearly consumed his reason.

Deep within the crimson mist, Tang San stood proudly like an iron pillar that would not bend in the wind and rain.

"Trying to trap me with such petty tricks? Wishful thinking!" Tang San roared.

His legs were firmly planted in the ground like the roots of an old tree.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand expanded Berserk in the wind.

Extensive, blood-red patterns, exuding an ancient and primal aura, extended from the jet-black hammer!

"Great Sumeru Hammer! Shatter for me!"

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

The black giant hammer unleashed a devastating shockwave, slamming directly into the core of the red mist.

One force can overcome all laws!

Pure, ultimate power raged wildly within the crimson mist.

All of the Demon Charm's Moon Blades attacks were smashed to pieces by Tang San's hammer.

This team battle has turned into a showcase of Tang San's individual prowess.

The seemingly terrifying Demon Charm rapidly disintegrated under the almost savage blows of the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Puff!"

Xie Yue and Hu Liena both coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The two were sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy blow, their faces ashen, and their Soul Power dissipated.

One man, one hammer!

Shatter Soul Saint- level Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

After a moment of initial shock, the 100,000-seat audience erupted into utter frenzy.

"Is this the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world?!"

"My God, this Tang San is too powerful!"

"He's probably unbeatable among the younger generation!"

Representatives from numerous sects and Academy whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with apprehension and suspicion as they looked at Tang San.

The main reason is that his surname is Tang and his Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, so his identity is likely related to the reclusive Clear Sky Sect.

On the high platform.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, this boy not only possesses the Clear Sky Hammer, but judging from his hammer techniques, he is definitely a direct disciple of that madman Tang Hao!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, standing beside Bibi Dong, pinched his orchid fingers.

"If we allow him to grow up unchecked, he may become a major threat to our Spirit Hall!"

"Should we have Old Ghost and my subordinates do this after the match...?" Yue Guan made a throat-slitting gesture, his shrill voice filled with murderous intent.

However,

Bibi Dong simply sat high and mighty on the Pope Throne.

Her cold, beautiful face remained completely expressionless, not even a ripple appeared in her eyes.

She didn't even bother to glance at Tang San on the stage.

He merely glanced almost imperceptibly at Lin Qingmo in the Imperial Fighting Team's seats, and uttered two words indifferently. "No need."

In Bibi Dong's eyes, her prodigy disciple Lin Qingmo was already incredibly powerful.

This Tang San, who's jumping around like this, is nothing more than an ant that A-Qing can crush at any time on her chessboard; she doesn't even need to lift a finger.

Tang San stood proudly, holding the incredibly heavy Clear Sky Hammer in one hand.

Behind him, Dai Mubai, Yu Tianheng, and five others were unharmed.

On the Spirit Hall's side, there was only Qian Renxue.

Seven against one!

Shrek's victory seemed within reach.

"A-Qing, didn't you just predict with absolute certainty that the Spirit Hall would win?" Ning Rongrong looked at Lin Qingmo with a grin.

"Looks like you can misjudge people too!"

Dugu Yan also curled her lips into a sneer, saying sarcastically, "The Spirit Hall only has this masked girl left to make up the numbers. Do you think she can take on all seven members of Shrek by herself?"

Xiao Wu and the others couldn't understand how Qian Renxue won.

The girls teased Lin Qingmo with great interest.

Instead of showing any embarrassment at being slapped in the face, a cunning and intriguing smile appeared on his face.

"Don't be so sure. I still believe the Spirit Hall will win."

However, he couldn't help but secretly complain to himself, "Qian Renxue Qian Renxue, your skill at slacking off is almost catching up with mine."

"It's a pity, though, that your three ' Golden Generation ' were too disappointing and were wiped out in one fell swoop."

"Can you still sit still now?"

A slender figure clad in platinum light armor and wearing a silver mask emerged from the corner of the arena.

Qian Renxue sighed helplessly.

"What a bunch of troublemakers," she murmured, a hint of barely concealed disdain in her voice.

According to her original plan, she only needed to wear this platinum armor and play casually on the court, naturally letting the Golden Generation take the lead and leaving the suspense for the final match.

Then, in the finals, he openly and gloriously suppressed that infuriating guy Lin Qingmo in his true form.

But now...

The entire Golden Generation was utterly crushed by Tang San.

If she forfeits here, the Spirit Hall Platinum Team will be completely eliminated from the finals.

By then, she won't even have the chance to face Lin Qingmo head-on!

"Tang San, right...?"

Qian Renxue's golden eyes pierced through the holes in her silver mask, coldly shooting towards Tang San.

"You're blocking my way to teach some bastard a lesson, so you can get out of here."

"How arrogant!"

Tang San seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and a contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, pointing it at Qian Renxue.

"Just you, some nobody hiding behind a mask?"

"I can even shatter your Martial Soul Fusion Skill, do you think you can make me get off the stage?"

"I'm not worthy?"

Qian Renxue chuckled softly.

The next moment, she slowly raised her slender, long, and fair fingers and placed them on the edge of the cold, icy silver mask on her face.

Hold on tight.

Click!

The mask shattered.

A divine pressure swelled.

Qian Renxue slightly raised her chin and casually tossed the broken mask to the ground.

Her golden hair flew wildly in the wind like a waterfall, and her stunningly beautiful yet sacred and inviolable face was completely exposed to the sight of 100,000 people across the continent.

Under the intense gaze of countless people, three pairs of wings radiating brilliant golden light unfurled from behind her.

Angel descends to earth!

The ultimate divine pressure suppressed the power of Tang San's proud Clear Sky Hammer.

Qian Renxue, now Six-Winged Angel, gazed down with her golden eyes, looking down on the entire scene with arrogance!