Seeing the ten-thousand-foot Seven Kill Sword cleaving toward him with chilling sword intent, its sword wind twisting the void, Tang Hao did not dare underestimate it in the slightest.
Yellow, purple, black, and red Spirit Rings lit up around him. The black glow of his seventh Spirit Ring surged as he shouted, "Clear Sky True Body!" The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer abruptly expanded to a thousand feet, its body wreathed in dense black radiance. Hammer patterns churned like dragon scales, and the tyrannical might of the Clear Sky Sect's hammer swept across the heavens.
The massive thousand-foot hammer met the Seven Kill Sword with force capable of shaking heaven and earth. Before hammer and sword even collided, the two ultimate powers had already crashed together with a thunderous boom. Shockwaves swept in every direction, splitting the earth with spiderweb-like cracks. Between heaven and earth, only the collision of hammer and sword remained.
"Tang Hao?" After the explosion, the thick smoke dispersed.
Only after Sword Douluo clearly saw the newcomer's face did he recall the splendor of the Clear Sky Douluo before him, whom he had once seen while accompanying Ning Fengzhi.
Yet the Clear Sky Douluo was no longer as impressive as he had been in his prime. His back was no longer as straight as before, and the old wound on his shoulder was faintly seeping blood. His Soul Power was far inferior to what it had once been after years of suppression and severe injuries, and even the light of his Clear Sky True Body had dimmed somewhat.
But the sharpness in his eyes had not diminished. Even though his aura faltered slightly, the hand gripping his hammer remained as steady as a mountain. The domineering pride of the Clear Sky Sect embedded in his bones had not