"The battle... begins."
Qin Yuan's lips curled into a bold, wild grin, fierce battle intent burning in his Golden Vertical Pupils.
Across from him, Tang Hao felt a trace of unease at that arrogant smile.
Unease?
Tang Hao scoffed inwardly.
He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, a level-96 Super Douluo, and he was feeling uneasy facing a level-67 Soul Emperor?
Ridiculous!
"Boy, you'll pay the price for your arrogance!"
Tang Hao barked coldly and swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
There were no flashy moves, no complicated Soul Skills—just a simple swing of the hammer.
Yet that single blow contained the essence of Tang Hao's lifelong cultivation.
The Clear Sky Hammer ripped through the air, leaving a black fissure in its wake—the mark of space being torn apart.
The hammer had yet to land, but its force had already arrived.
The ground beneath Qin Yuan's feet collapsed with a roar. The earth for dozens of meters around him sank as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand.
This was the terrifying might of a level-96 Super Douluo.
Even a casual strike carried the power to destroy heaven and earth.
"Now that's more like it!"
Qin Yuan neither dodged nor retreated. He clenched his right fist, his entire arm covered in Golden Dragon Scales, and met the hammer head-on.
BOOM!!!
Fist and hammer collided, unleashing a deafening crash.
A visible shock wave erupted around them and spread wildly. Trees snapped, rocks shattered, and dust blotted out the sky wherever it passed.
Qin Yuan's arm went numb, and he was sent flying backward. His feet carved two deep trenches into the earth before he finally regained his footing, more than twenty steps later.
Tang Hao stood perfectly still, but the hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer had gone