No sooner had the words fallen than a figure slowly emerged in midair.
It was a middle-aged man.
Disheveled and dressed in tattered clothes, he looked like a down-and-out vagrant.
Messy hair covered half his face, and his chin was covered in unkempt stubble.
Yet the moment this man appeared, the aura of the entire battlefield changed.
The newcomer was none other than Tang Hao!
He held an enormous hammer in his hand.
The hammer was pitch-black from end to end.
Blue-violet lightning danced wildly across its surface, crackling sharply.
Amid the coiling lightning, mysterious patterns could vaguely be seen flowing over the hammer's body.
Then an even more shocking sight appeared.
Nine soul rings slowly rose beneath Tang Hao's feet.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
The blood-red radiance emitted by the final soul ring was even more dazzling than Leng Jun's hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
A terrifying pressure spread from Tang Hao, bearing down on the surroundings like an overwhelming tide.
Shui Yuanqiao, standing behind Leng Jun, suddenly changed expression.
He instinctively took a step back and shielded Shui Yue'er, Xue Wu, and the others behind him.
That pressure was too powerful.
So powerful that even he, an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, felt himself tremble.
Was this the Clear Sky Douluo?
The powerhouse who had once severely wounded the Pope all by himself?!
Inside the ice sculpture, Tang San looked through the ice at that figure, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Dad..."
"It really is Dad!"
Tang San had never imagined that his drunken father was actually the Clear Sky Douluo!
That legendary powerhouse!
Feeling Tang Hao's current aura, Tang San's lips trembled.
He wanted to cry out, but no sound came out.
Yu Xiaogang looked at that figure through the ice, a complicated light flickering in