Ninety-Fifth Level Yue Guan, Dead! Tang Hao Thinks He's Great.

In Nuoding City.

In a modestly sized alley, three people stared at each other with wide eyes. Compared to the terrified Xiao Wu, the one who was clearly more panicked was Yue Guan.

Although a reincarnated hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form was a great prize, one still needed to live to claim it. With his strength, encountering Tang Hao alone meant only a cold end. At this moment, he was racking his brain for a way to escape.

Tang Hao, on the other hand, wore a sinister grin. He hadn't expected to run into one of the culprits who had driven his wife to her death, along with a reincarnated hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form, in this tiny Nuoding City today!

"Today, no one can save you!"

The moment he spotted Yue Guan, Tang Hao's spiritual power had already spread out. Sensing that only Yue Guan was within several li, with no other experts nearby, he decided that today he would bury Yue Guan here.

Tang Hao's soul power surged. He first restrained Xiao Wu, then lunged at Yue Guan. Seeing the situation was dire, Yue Guan immediately fled.

His figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already dozens of meters away. In response, Tang Hao only sneered, "You can't escape."

Though Yue Guan was fast, Tang Hao was faster. By the time the two had left Nuoding City, Tang Hao had already blocked Yue Guan's path.

"Run. Why don't you keep running?"

As he spoke, Tang Hao summoned the Clear Sky Hammer. The silver great hammer, tinged with a blood-red aura, gave Yue Guan a suffocating pressure. Although both were Title Douluo, they were on completely different levels—this was the gap brought by a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Seeing the murderous intent radiating from Tang Hao, Yue Guan's expression shifted dramatically. He cursed inwardly, "If I'd known I'd run into Tang Hao in this backwater place, I would have brought Old Ghost along. Even if we couldn't kill Tang Hao, at least we could have escaped."

Clearly, that was just wishful thinking. If he had encountered a Tang Hao with internal injuries, he might have had a chance to flee. But the current Tang Hao? He could only hope for a two-for-one deal!

Without another word, Tang Hao swung his hammer and attacked. Facing Tang Hao's assault, Yue Guan's expression changed again. Soul power surged around him as his soul rings emerged.

"Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!"

His first soul ring lit up, and a protective barrier infused with the aura of Chrysanthemum Pass materialized around Yue Guan. This was his first soul skill, Chrysanthemum Protection.

However, such a soul skill was clearly no match for Tang Hao's pure strength-based attacks. With a single clean strike, the hammer shattered his shield instantly. The Clear Sky Hammer slammed into Yue Guan's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters.

Looking past the trench carved into the ground, Yue Guan knelt on one knee, clutching his chest. A trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with terror. Just one hammer had reduced him to this state. If a flurry of hammers came down, wouldn't he be dead on the spot?

The next second, his seventh black soul ring flashed!

"Seventh Soul Skill: Chrysanthemum Avatar!"

Under this skill, all his attributes were amplified by eighty percent. But unfortunately, that eighty percent boost was nowhere near enough to close the gap between him and Tang Hao!

Seeing Yue Guan ready to fight for his life, Tang Hao wore a cold smirk.

"First Soul Skill: Titan Hammer!"

His yellow soul ring lit up. The blood-tinged silver great hammer, carrying an unstoppable momentum like a mountain, flew toward Yue Guan. Yue Guan's soul rings also flashed!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Flowing Light Myriad!"

The massive petals of the Chrysanthemum Pass instantly scattered into countless tiny, sharp daggers. Like a meteor shower, they surged toward Tang Hao. However, these attacks were pathetically fragile in the face of Tang Hao's absolute power.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was unstoppable. It easily shattered the petals, and under Yue Guan's horrified gaze, the hammer drove him into the ground like a gopher.

When Yue Guan was seen again, he was in a sorry state. Blood trickled down his forehead, and the pain was evident from his expression.

Honestly, he hadn't expected Tang Hao to be this strong. It was completely incomparable to the Tang Hao he had fought before. With just one soul skill, Tang Hao had shattered his eighth soul skill—and this was while he was in his Martial Soul True Body.

Looking at Yue Guan, Tang Hao's expression was cold. He carried his hammer over to Yue Guan and said, "The debts the Spirit Hall owes me, I will collect one by one. Today, I'll use your head to ease the pain in my heart."

With one swing of the hammer, Yue Guan, severely wounded, lowered his head in unwillingness, his life extinguished.

And so, the ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo, Yue Guan, fell! His killer was the peak ninety-sixth-level Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao! A difference of just one level, yet it was like the gap between heaven and earth!

Tang Hao took Yue Guan's head. He intended to send it back to the Spirit Hall, to declare to Bibi Dong that he, Tang Hao, had returned!

Meanwhile, far away in the main hall of the Spirit Hall, Gui Mei suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. His face twisted in agony. He sensed that he had lost something extremely important. Bibi Dong frowned at Gui Mei and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before Gui Mei could answer, a person rushed into the Pope's Hall with a look of utter terror, shouting as he ran, "Your Holiness, it's terrible! Elder Yue Guan's... his life tablet has shattered!"

At these words, a thunderbolt struck the hearts of Gui Mei and Bibi Dong. "Yue Guan... he's dead?"

Bibi Dong found it hard to believe. She knew Yue Guan was a ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo. The number of people in the world who could kill him could be counted on one hand. And Yue Guan had been sent to a remote area—how could he have died in such a small place?

But she quickly composed herself. She wanted to know who had killed Yue Guan.

Gui Mei finally understood why his heart had been aching so much. For a moment, the shock was too much for him. He staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

"Your Holiness, Yue Guan..."

Looking at the grief-stricken Gui Mei, Bibi Dong's brow furrowed. In her eyes, the dead were simply dead. Since they were dead, regardless of the reason, it meant they weren't strong enough. As a worthless corpse, Bibi Dong wouldn't care too much.

She was merely puzzled. Who could have killed Yue Guan, a ninety-fifth-level Title Douluo?

"Enough. Take two Title-level elders with you. Investigate the cause of Yue Guan's death. If he was killed, bring back the killer's head. And bring that freak back to me. If you can't bring him back, kill him too."

Bibi Dong's words stirred a flicker of resentment in Gui Mei's heart. As Yue Guan's longtime brother, Yue Guan's death pained him deeply. But Bibi Dong? She dismissed it with a few casual words, completely indifferent to Yue Guan's fate.

But the moment he thought of Bibi Dong's terrifying strength, his resentment faded. There was no choice. Resenting Bibi Dong meant death, and he lacked the strength to resist. Besides, Bibi Dong was exactly that cold-blooded woman. Over the years, he had come to know just how terrifying a ruthless Pope she truly was.

"Yes. I understand."

Gui Mei left the Pope's Hall. The messenger below was also mercilessly killed by Bibi Dong. The news of an elder's death in the Pope's Hall could not be leaked—it would damage the Spirit Hall's reputation. So she had no choice but to kill!

Gui Mei led two Title-level elders toward Nuoding City, while Yue Guan's head was already on its way to the Spirit Hall.

On the other side, having dealt with Yue Guan, Tang Hao returned to where he had restrained Xiao Wu. He looked at the girl before him. He wondered what expression Xiao Feng would make when he presented this hundred-thousand-year soul beast to him. After all, this was a living, breathing hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone.

But he had no idea what awaited him...