Although he had endured it, the final strike of Chaotic Cloak had been far too powerful. Even in his Martial Soul Avatar state, Demon Man Douluo felt his blood and qi roil within him, and he could not stop himself from coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"How could this be? We're at the same level!"
Demon Man Douluo stared at Tang Hao before him in terror.
"I'll show you what the strongest tool-type martial soul is."
Tang Hao directly unleashed the Great Sumeru Hammer.
The Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring exploded.
All the power within the spirit ring flowed into the Clear Sky Hammer.
Feeling an unprecedented pressure, Demon Man Douluo waved his hands in terror.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
"Surrender? Do you think this is the Great Soul Arena? You think you can surrender whenever you want?"
Tang Hao did not withdraw the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand just because the other party had surrendered.
As the Great Sumeru Hammer came down, Demon Man Douluo was smashed straight into the ground.
Seeing Demon Man Douluo barely clinging to life, Di yihong stepped forward.
"Don't worry. More people will be going down to keep you company soon."
After saying that, Di yihong drove the Destruction Scepter in his hand straight into Demon Man Douluo's body.
Tang Hao, standing nearby, saw this and wanted to stop him, but after hesitating, he said nothing.
Di yihong looked at Tang Hao.
"What, are you feeling sympathy for him?"
"No, Master. That strike of mine didn't kill him immediately, so I guessed he should have had a Soul Bone on him."
"What?"
Di yihong hurriedly looked at his Destruction Scepter and immediately felt like crying without tears.
Soul Bones were useless to him, but they were immensely valuable to the Hong Martial