Gu Qing VS Tang Hao! Terrifying Strength!

Facing such arrogant words, Gu Qing did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

His long, powerful arms steadily supported Qian Renxue's delicate body as he walked calmly toward a set of undamaged stone steps nearby.

Amidst the chaotic ruins covering the ground, these few steps were taken with extraordinary steadiness.

Gu Qing gently placed the beauty in his arms onto the stone steps.

A circle of life-attribute vines emitting a glowing green light emerged from the soil.

These thick vines rapidly wove together into a sturdy, semi-circular protective barrier.

It isolated them from the blood-soaked, storm-like killing intent outside.

"Gu Qing, you must be careful; the power of a Ring Explosion is no trivial matter."

Leaning against a stone pillar, Qian Renxue's pale face was filled with worry.

Her slender fingers tightly gripped the corner of Gu Qing's robe.

Gu Qing gently patted the back of her slightly trembling hand.

"Wait for me here for a moment; it will be over soon."

Turning around, Gu Qing stood with his back to the green barrier.

His gaze locked directly onto the man ahead, who was bathed in a blood-red glow.

"With nothing but a decrepit, dying body, you dare to spout such nonsense in Heaven Dou City."

Hearing this mockery, Tang Hao's eyes widened in fury.

The veins on his forehead bulged like coiling dragons.

The Clear Sky Hammer, resembling a small mountain in his hand, was raised high.

The heavy hammer body stirred up a shrill, whistling wind.

The Seventh Soul Ring beneath his feet shone with intense black light.

The pressure of his Avatar of Martial Soul was pushed to its absolute limit.

The blood-red light of his Slaughter God's Domain surged forward like a physical force.

"Arrogant and ignorant brat, when I first made a name for myself, you weren't even born yet!"

The muscles in Tang Hao's thick arms suddenly bulged.

The massive Clear Sky Hammer crashed down with the force of Mount Tai.

This strike condensed years of pent-up resentment and murderous intent.

He swore to smash the young man who had ruined his plans into a puddle of meat.

Facing this thunderous blow, Gu Qing stood rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

The gentle life aura around him changed abruptly.

A deeply profound, abyss-like black light surged upward from beneath his feet.

There was not a shred of vitality within this black light.

Only an endless sense of destruction and devouring remained.

Hundreds of thick black vines erupted from beneath the broken floor tiles.

The surface of these black vines was covered in sharp barbs.

Each one emitted a chilling, gloomy luster.

The Dark-type Blue Silver Grass finally revealed its true, formidable nature this night.

The black vines danced like a swarm of snakes.

They rapidly converged and intertwined in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a gigantic black palm.

This palm, woven from Dark Blue Silver Grass, surged upward to meet the descending Clear Sky Hammer.

The two collided violently in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Nor was there a violent, rampaging energy storm.

Only a teeth-grinding, dull friction sound spread through the night sky.

Tang Hao's hands, gripping the hammer handle, shook violently.

A look of shock flashed across his weathered, aged face.

The terrifying, city-crushing force that should have been unstoppable vanished without a trace the moment it touched the black palm, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

What was even more alarming was that the violent soul power attached to the Clear Sky Hammer was being frantically devoured by the black vines.

That devouring force spread along the hammer handle.

It threatened to drain the soul power from his very body.

"What in the hell is this thing?"

Tang Hao roared.

He pulled back with all his might.

He attempted to wrench the Clear Sky Hammer from the grip of the black hand.

However, that black palm had locked onto the massive hammerhead.

The barbs on its surface dug deep into the solidified essence of his spirit power.

Like a maggot to the bone, it could not be budged in the slightest.

The intelligence regarding Gu Qing had clearly only mentioned that vibrant Life-Type Blue Silver Grass.

This bizarre, unfathomable martial soul, reeking of destruction, was completely beyond Tang Hao's comprehension.

"Finding this troublesome already?"

Gu Qing raised his right hand.

He curled his five fingers slightly.

The black palm in mid-air exerted sudden force.

It yanked the Clear Sky Hammer downward with raw power.

Caught off guard, Tang Hao was dragged forward by the immense pulling force, stumbling.

He nearly face-planted into the ruins.

"To have been hunted across the continent like a stray dog by Martial Soul Hall back then—it seems that wasn't entirely unjust."

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing precisely into the most hidden pain in Tang Hao's heart.

The tragic scene of Ah Yin's sacrifice flashed before his eyes once more.

"You little bastard, you're courting death!"

Tang Hao descended into madness.

His eyes turned so red they seemed ready to drip blood.

Two yellow century-level spirit rings beneath his feet shattered with a boom.

The shattered rings transformed into two streams of pure energy, surging into his limbs and bones.

He unleashed his ultimate technique, Ring Detonation, once again.

His previously drained meridians swelled up anew under the impact of this violent energy.

He forcibly suppressed the tearing pain in his arm muscles.

He abruptly halted his forward momentum.

Black light flared brilliantly on the Clear Sky Hammer, forcibly snapping the restraints of the black palm.

It swung backward, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

The massive hammer body carved a perfect arc through the air.

Borrowing the force of the rotation, it swept forward with power even more terrifying than before.

Wherever it passed, the air was compressed to the extreme.

A series of dull sonic booms erupted.

Watching the giant hammer sweep toward him, wrapped in the might of destruction, a smile curled at the corners of Gu Qing's mouth.

The deep black light surrounding his body suddenly retracted.

In its place was a radiance of emerald green, brilliant to the extreme.

The transition from destruction to rebirth was completed in the span of a single breath.

The Life-Type Blue Silver Grass reappeared in the world.

Hundreds of jade-like green vines instantly took shape before him.

These vines no longer possessed the devouring power of the dark type.

Instead, they exuded an ultimate toughness that could not be broken.

Like a sky full of whip shadows, they lashed out fiercely against the incoming Clear Sky Hammer.

The dense sound of whipping echoed through the courtyard like rain hitting banana leaves.

Every strike of the vines landed precisely on the weakest nodes of the Clear Sky Hammer's momentum.

That immense power, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, was layered and dismantled, inch by inch, under the relentless, supple-yet-firm lashing.

Tang Hao felt a sudden heat in the web between his thumb and forefinger.

The skin on his palms split open directly.

The violent force behind the Clear Sky Hammer not only failed to achieve its goal.

Instead, it was met with a highly resilient rebounding force that traveled straight back up the handle, returning the impact in full.

This suffocating sensation—like punching a pile of cotton only to be pierced by steel needles hidden within—caused Tang Hao's blood to churn violently in his chest.

A sweet taste rose in his throat.

A large mouthful of black blood sprayed out.

The severe internal injuries accumulated in his early years erupted under the successive ravages of these two extreme attributes.

After repelling the Clear Sky Hammer, the incredibly tough green vines showed no signs of slowing down.

They moved like agile, swimming dragons.

They rapidly climbed up the shaft of the hammer.

Heading straight for Tang Hao's arm.

The vibrant vitality radiating from the vines appeared more terrifying to Tang Hao than a death warrant.

"Get lost!"

Tang Hao roared sharply.

His last shred of reason reclaimed the high ground in the face of a massive life-or-death crisis.

He stomped one foot down heavily.

Forcing his retreating figure to stabilize.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand with all his might.

Attempting to sever these troublesome green vines.

However, the toughness of the Life-Type Blue Silver Grass far exceeded his imagination.

The heavy hammerhead slammed into the vines.

It could only force them to bend and deform.

As soon as the hammerhead pulled away, the vines immediately returned to their original shape.

They even lashed out more fiercely than before.

Several green vines had already coiled around Tang Hao's left arm.

With a sudden, violent pull.

The immense tearing force caused Tang Hao's shoulder to emit a crisp sound of dislocation.

Suffering setback after setback, a stormy sea surged in Tang Hao's heart.

He had originally thought this was just a junior who had taken a shortcut through a mutated martial soul.

Only after exchanging blows did he realize.

The opponent's strength was as unfathomable as a bottomless abyss.

Whether it was that eerie devouring black light or this indestructible green vitality.

Everything was perfectly countered.

If he continued to fight like this.

Forget about killing Qian Renxue for revenge today; he would even lose his own old life here.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood.

He had to leave this place alive.

The moment this intention to retreat rose in his heart.

The movements of his hands involuntarily slowed by half a beat.

This subtle change was immediately and keenly captured by Gu Qing.

"What? Where did that arrogant, god-of-slaughter aura from just a moment ago go?"

Gu Qing took a large stride forward.

The air in front of him erupted with a series of sharp sonic booms.

The green light beneath his feet flared brilliantly.

More Life Blue Silver Grass surged outward like a tide.

Directly sealing off every escape route in these ruins.

A Heavenly Net, woven from green vines, descended to shroud Tang Hao from above.

Watching that young figure pressing in step by step.

Tang Hao's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The surrounding space was locked down by those tough vines.

There was not the slightest gap left for him to escape.

The shadow of death gripped his throat like a physical entity.

He could hesitate no longer.

"Brat, this debt today, this old man will remember it!"

Tang Hao ground his teeth until they nearly shattered.

A flash of desperate madness flickered in his eyes.

His sixth black spirit ring, representing twenty thousand years of cultivation, and his fifth black spirit ring, representing ten thousand years, detonated simultaneously.

The terrifying energy generated by the simultaneous explosion of two high-level spirit rings surged within his body like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

This power, exceeding all limits, instantly shattered the endurance threshold of his meridians.

Bright red blood sprayed from all seven of Tang Hao's orifices at once.

Yet, his aura climbed to a terrifying peak at this very moment.

"Break for this old man!"

"!!!"

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, infused with this destructive energy, swelled to dozens of meters in size.

Carrying a sense of indomitable resolve, it smashed fiercely against the wall of green vines blocking his path.

Amidst a deafening roar, the entire foundation of the courtyard was overturned.

The incredibly tough Life-Type Blue Silver Grass was finally torn open, leaving a gap several meters wide under this suicidal, violent impact.

Tang Hao dared not linger for even a fraction of a second.

Enduring the agonizing pain of his meridians being torn asunder, he transformed into a streak of blood-colored light.

Using the force of the recoil, he fled desperately through the gap.

At this very moment, this Clear Sky Douluo, renowned across the continent, looked as wretched as a stray dog.

Watching Tang Hao's pathetic, fleeing back, Gu Qing stopped in his tracks.

The expression on his face was so calm it was chilling.

"You come and go as you please; what do you take this Heaven Dou City for?"

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertip pointing directly at the blood-colored streak of light fleeing further and further away.

The emerald light of the Life-Type Blue Silver Grass retracted into his body in an instant.

Deep, annihilating dark light erupted once more, enveloping Gu Qing's entire right arm.

The surrounding air let out a dull moan under the pressure of this dark power.

Countless tiny black vines gathered and compressed frantically in his palm.

Extreme condensation turned these originally soft vines into an indestructible substance.

In just half a breath's time, a pitch-black sword, formed entirely from Dark-type Blue Silver Grass, appeared in Gu Qing's hand.

The surface of the blade shimmered with a luster that seemed to devour everything, and the edge radiated a chill capable of slicing through space itself.

Gu Qing's eyes narrowed.

He stomped his right foot hard against the ground.

His entire body tore through the resistance of space like a bolt of black lightning.

He raised the Dark Blue Silver Sword high above his head and slashed through the air in the direction of Tang Hao's escape.

A pitch-black sword aura, over a dozen zhang long, silently sliced through the night sky of Heaven Dou City.

There were no flashy light effects within this sword aura, only the purest, most extreme power of destruction.

The sword aura overtook him, striking before he could react.

In an instant, he crossed a distance of several hundred meters.

He caught up directly with that streak of blood-colored light fleeing for its life.

Tang Hao, who was in the midst of a desperate escape.

Suddenly felt a hair-raising aura of death approaching from behind.

In his haste, he tried to swing the Clear Sky Hammer to block.

But the intense paralysis caused by the backlash of his exploding spirit rings made his movements a fraction of a second too slow.

The pitch-black sword energy sliced through like a knife through tofu.

It penetrated the protective red light of the Slaughter God's Domain without the slightest obstruction.

Immediately following, it swept past Tang Hao's right shoulder.

There was no gruesome scene of blood spraying everywhere.

The moment the dark sword energy severed the muscle and bone, it devoured every drop of blood that surged out.

A thick arm, along with a tattered sleeve, was sent flying into mid-air.

"Ah--!"

A shrill, agonizing scream suddenly echoed through the night sky.

Tang Hao's body tumbled violently in the air as he lost his balance.

Yet, he dared not even glance back at the severed arm.

He simply exhausted his final ounce of strength.

Using the momentum of his tumble, he plunged headlong into the dense Dark Forest on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City.

Vanishing without a trace.

High in the air.

The severed arm was falling rapidly.

Gu Qing beckoned with a casual wave.

A black vine of Blue Silver Grass swept out like a long whip.

It precisely coiled around the severed limb in mid-air.

With a sharp tug of the vine.

The severed arm landed steadily in Gu Qing's palm.

Dark-elemental power surged through the vine and into the limb.

Accompanied by a dull sound of flesh separating from bone.

The skin and muscle of the arm were rapidly stripped away and devoured.

Revealing a bone hidden within that emitted a soft, blue-gold glow.

The surface of this bone was covered in strange patterns.

A rich aura of life radiated from it.

It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding dark power.

That was the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone left on Tang Hao after Ah Yin had sacrificed herself all those years ago.

Gu Qing flicked his finger.

Reducing the remains of the severed arm to dust.

Holding the jade-like soul bone in one hand, he tucked it securely away.