Tang Chen Challenges in Person, Twin 100,000-Year Spirit Rings Shock Tang Hao

Ye Guyue paused. Arriving at this time, it must be Tang Hao and Tang Xiao coming to issue a challenge.

"If the Clear Sky Sect is here, they must have brought Tang Hao to challenge me." Ye Guyue nodded slightly. Tang Hao was a viable opponent, but although Tang Xiao was Tang Hao's older brother, his talent was far inferior.

A challenge at this moment was the perfect opportunity to test his own strength.

"You guessed right, Guyue. It is Tang Hao. He is a Soul Douluo now, and I suspect that old fellow Tang Chen will come over to show off. However, what he doesn't know is that you, Guyue, are also a Soul Douluo."

Qian Daoliu knew that old fellow Tang Chen well; he loved to boast.

This time, the opportunity to show off should belong to him, Qian Daoliu.

Guangling Douluo leaned in, resting a palm on Ye Guyue's shoulder with a face full of doting affection:

"Little Yueyue, taking down a Tang Hao should be as easy as pie. Once you're done, remember to drink with your Grandpa Guangling. Ever since I spent that year mentoring you, your Grandpa Guangling has been truly lonely."

Loneliness, indeed. The other Worships were all busy, and he couldn't even find someone to share a drink with.

Ye Guyue couldn't help but laugh: "Grandpa Guangling, I understand. The other grandfathers only focused on my cultivation, but you were the only one who took me out to drink the most."

The seven Worships each had their own quirks, and Guangling Douluo loved his liquor, often taking him to sample many of the finest wines across the continent.

Guangling Douluo ruffled Ye Guyue's hair and chuckled: "Haha, you're the only one who dares to talk to your grandfather like that."

Just then, three distinct auras descended upon the Worship Hall.

The seven Worships of the Worship Hall all turned serious.

"Brother Qian, I've brought someone here. Aren't you going to come out?"

Tang Chen's voice was resonant and powerful, echoing throughout the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu activated Martial Soul Possession, transforming into a streak of golden light as he flew out first.

In a few moments, he arrived before Tang Chen.

Qian Daoliu's golden pupils locked onto Tang Chen's confident smile, and he said indifferently: "Brother Tang, I trust you have been well. I presume you've come this time to let your grandson have a go?"

Tang Chen laughed: "Indeed. My Hao'er has broken through to Soul Douluo, and he happens to want a bout with your Holy Son."

"You have no shame, knowing full well that the Holy Son and Holy Lady were married not long ago." Qian Daoliu snorted coldly.

Tang Chen spread his hands: "Nothing to be done about it. Hao'er insisted on coming, saying he wanted to challenge the Holy Son. As his elders, we couldn't stop him."

Challenging the Holy Son—if he could defeat his opponent, it would surely make Hao'er's reputation skyrocket.

Ye Guyue's reputation had long been legendary across the Douluo Continent.

"Then what more is there to say? Let's go. Guyue has been waiting for a long time."

As Qian Daoliu spoke, he led the three of them to the trial grounds in front of the Worship Hall.

Landing on the trial grounds, the floor was paved with white jade, shimmering with brilliant light.

The other six Worships arrived one after another.

When Tang Hao saw Ye Guyue, his pupils constricted.

The other party stood motionless in a white robe, white hair reaching his waist and swaying in the wind, possessing an otherworldly aura.

His cold, clear face was like a celestial being descended to the mortal realm, yet he possessed a beauty that surpassed all women.

Although he had seen him once at the wedding, he was even more stunning this time.

At the very least, last time he was wearing wedding attire, but this time it was a completely different feeling.

Under his gaze, the usually cold Ye Guyue was suddenly embraced by Bibi Dong.

"Senior Sister, why is that Tang Hao staring at you?" Bibi Dong glanced at Tang Hao.

"Mind your own business, don't cause trouble here." Ye Guyue pinched Bibi Dong's nose. "If you dare to act out, we're sleeping in separate rooms starting tomorrow."

"Ah?" Bibi Dong froze, then immediately promised, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, Dong'er won't."

Ye Guyue rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's words were completely unreliable; she never had a serious bone in her body.

"Brother Qian, let's not waste words. Please have the Holy Son step forward." Tang Chen urged.

Qian Daoliu sneered: "No problem."

If you are in such a hurry to lose face, I shall satisfy you.

He then looked at Ye Guyue: "Guyue, the opponent has broken through to Soul Douluo. Try not to cripple him."

Ye Guyue nodded: "Grandpa Qian, I know what I'm doing."

Ye Guyue stepped into the center of the arena.

Tang Hao also stepped forward, and the two confronted each other.

The heavy, murderous-looking Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang Hao's right hand; he swung it through the air and slammed it heavily into the ground.

Tang Hao looked smug, stepping onto the Clear Sky Hammer as two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings appeared beneath his feet.

"Come on, Your Highness the Holy Son. Given your looks, I can go a little easier on you."

Tang Hao's tone was filled with arrogance.

"It should be me going easier on you!" Ye Guyue sneered.

Golden light flickered as a giant dragon, its entire body covered in golden scales, shimmered under the sun and gradually coalesced into form.

The Radiant Holy Dragon Martial Soul emerged, roaring at Tang Hao.

The intense dragon's roar made Tang Hao's heart skip a beat.

"Radiant Holy Dragon, it truly stirs one's desire for a challenge," Tang Hao laughed.

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red—eight soul rings appeared.

The two deep red hundred-thousand-year soul rings brought Tang Hao's laughter to an abrupt halt.

Dual hundred-thousand-year soul rings; was this some kind of joke?

Tang Chen rubbed his eyes: "Dual hundred-thousand-year soul rings? How is that possible? Brother Qian, you are being unreasonable."

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back: "Nothing to be done; I am just this unreasonable."

What was there to reason about? If someone came knocking on his door looking to lose face, they had no one to blame but themselves.

"Brother Qian, I find you are becoming more and more wicked," Tang Chen smiled helplessly. With nothing left to say, he could only wait and see if Tang Hao would bring him any surprises.

Regaining his focus, Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly.

At this moment, Tang Hao felt immense pressure.

He possessed talent that surpassed his grandfather, Tang Chen; he absolutely could not be intimidated by an opponent just because they had two hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

"Come!"

Tang Hao let out a low growl.

Ye Guyue activated Martial Soul Possession, golden scales covering his entire body as he clenched his fists.

"Second Soul Skill, Clear Sky Amplification."

"Fifth Soul Skill, Sky-Breaking Strike."

The second soul skill could amplify his own attack power, while the fifth soul skill possessed extremely formidable destructive force.

Tang Hao leaped into the air, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, and shouted, "Take this!"

The Clear Sky Hammer whistled through the air as he struck down.

The hammer slammed into the ground with a resounding crash, sending dust flying and causing the entire ground to tremble slightly.

As the dust settled, Tang Hao looked at the spot where he had just been standing, only to find that there was no sign of Ye Guyue at all.

"Where is he?"

"Look above you," Ye Guyue's voice drifted down.

Tang Hao looked up and saw Ye Guyue floating in mid-air, a pair of blue and red dragon wings flapping steadily behind him.

"Soul bone?" Tang Hao exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Guyue said coldly, "My turn."

"Eighth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage!"

Tens of thousands of Radiant Holy Dragon phantoms appeared in the sky, and with a wave of Ye Guyue's finger, they dove downward.

The overwhelming destructive power forced Tang Hao to raise the Clear Sky Hammer in defense, yet under the onslaught of the Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage, he was still forced into a steady retreat.

"I'll stake it all! Seventh Soul Skill, Clear Sky True Body!"

"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes!"