Tang Chen Brought People to Challenge, and the Twin Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings Shocked Tang Hao

Ye Guyue paused. At this point in time, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao should be coming to challenge him.

"If the Clear Sky Sect is coming, they must be bringing Tang Hao to challenge me." Ye Guyue nodded slightly. Tang Hao was one thing, but although Tang Xiao was his older brother, his talent was far inferior to Tang Hao's.

This was the perfect time to test his strength.

"Guyue, you guessed right. It's Tang Hao. He's a Soul Douluo now. I reckon that old coot Tang Chen will come over to show off, but he doesn't know that you're a Soul Douluo too."

Qian Daoliu knew that old coot Tang Chen well. He loved to show off.

This time, it was probably Qian Daoliu's turn to show off.

Guangling Douluo came over and rested a hand on Ye Guyue's shoulder, his face full of affection.

"Little Yueyue, beating one Tang Hao will be a piece of cake. When you're done, remember to have a drink with your Grandpa Guang Ling. Ever since I spent a year looking after you, your Grandpa Guang Ling has been terribly lonely."

Lonely, indeed. The other elders were all busy, and he couldn't even find someone to drink with.

Ye Guyue couldn't help laughing. "Grandpa Guang Ling, I know. The other grandpas all trained me, but you're the one who took me drinking the most."

Each of the Seven Elders had his own quirks. Guangling Douluo loved drinking and had taken him to sample plenty of fine liquors from across the continent.

Guangling Douluo ruffled Ye Guyue's hair and chuckled. "Haha, you're the only one who'd dare say that to your grandpa."

Just then, three auras descended over the Worship Hall.

The Seven Elders of the Worship Hall all grew solemn.

"Brother Qian, I've brought them. Aren't you coming out?"

Tang Chen's powerful voice echoed through the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu activated Martial Soul Possession and shot out first in a burst of golden light.

In moments, he arrived before Tang Chen.

Qian Daoliu fixed his golden eyes on Tang Chen's confident smile and said mildly, "Brother Tang, it's been a while. I take it you've brought your grandson this time?"

Tang Chen laughed. "That's right. My Hao'er has broken through to Soul Douluo, and now he wants to fight your Holy Son."

"You have no shame. You know perfectly well the Holy Son and Holy Maiden only just got married." Qian Daoliu snorted.

Tang Chen spread his hands. "Can't be helped. Hao'er insisted on coming to challenge the Holy Son. There's nothing we elders can do about it."

If he could defeat the Holy Son, it would surely make Hao'er's name ring far and wide.

Ye Guyue's reputation had long since spread across Douluo Continent.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. Guyue's been waiting for ages."

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

They landed on the grounds, where white jade paved the earth and shimmering light flowed across it.

The other six elders arrived one after another.

When Tang Hao saw Ye Guyue, his pupils contracted.

He stood motionless in a white robe, his waist-length white hair fluttering in the wind, his bearing otherworldly.

His cool, handsome face made him look like an immortal descended from the heavens, yet his beauty surpassed that of every woman.

Though he had seen her once at the wedding, she was even more stunning this time.

At least at the wedding, she'd been wearing bridal attire. This time, she gave an entirely different impression.

As he watched, the usually cool and composed Ye Guyue was suddenly wrapped around the waist by Bibi Dong.

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

"Who cares? Don't cause a scene here." Ye Guyue pinched Bibi Dong's nose. "If you act up, starting tomorrow, we'll sleep in separate rooms."

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

Ye Guyue shot Bibi Dong a look.

Bibi Dong's words had become completely untrustworthy. She never behaved herself, day in and day out.

"Brother Qian, enough talk. Please have your Holy Son step forward," Tang Chen urged.

Qian Daoliu sneered. "No problem."

So eager to make a fool of yourself? I'll give you what you want.

Then he turned to Ye Guyue. "Guyue, your opponent has already broken through to Soul Douluo. At least don't beat him so badly he's crippled."

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

Ye Guyue stepped into the center of the grounds.

Tang Hao stepped forward as well, and the two faced off.

A Clear Sky Hammer of Mysterious Iron appeared in Tang Hao's right hand, heavy and murderous. He swung it through the air and slammed it hard into the ground.

Tang Hao looked smug as he planted a foot on the Clear Sky Hammer. Two yellow, two purple, and four black Soul Rings appeared beneath him.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, come on. Given your looks, I can go easy on you."

Tang Hao's voice brimmed with smugness.

"I should be the one going easy on you!" Ye Guyue sneered.

Golden light flickered. A colossal dragon covered in golden scales gleamed beneath the sun, gradually taking shape.

The Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul appeared and roared at Tang Hao.

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

"The Light Sacred Dragon. Now that's something worth challenging." Tang Hao smiled.

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, red, and red—eight Soul Rings emerged.

The two deep crimson Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings made Tang Hao's smile freeze.

Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? Was this a joke?

Tang Chen rubbed his eyes. "Twin Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? How is that possible? Brother Qian, you're not playing fair."

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. "Can't be helped. I've never been one to play fair."

What was there to be fair about? They'd come all this way to make fools of themselves. They couldn't blame anyone else.

"Brother Qian, I've got to say, you're getting nastier by the day." Tang Chen gave a helpless laugh. He had nothing more to say and could only see whether Tang Hao would surprise him.

Coming to his senses, Tang Hao tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer.

By now, the pressure was weighing heavily on him.

He had talent that surpassed even his grandfather Tang Chen's. He absolutely couldn't let an opponent with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings scare him.

"Come on!"

Tang Hao let out a low growl.

Ye Guyue activated Martial Soul Possession. Golden scales covered his body as he clenched his fists.

"Second Soul Skill, Clear Sky Amplification."

"Fifth Soul Skill, Sky-Breaking Strike."

The Second Soul Skill amplified his attack power, while the Fifth Soul Skill possessed tremendous destructive force.

Tang Hao leapt into the air, tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, and shouted, "Take this!"

The Clear Sky Hammer came roaring toward him, tearing through the air.

The hammer slammed into the ground with a crash, sending dust flying as the whole arena trembled.

When the dust cleared, Tang Hao looked at the spot where he'd just been standing and saw no sign of Ye Guyue.

"Where is he?"

"Look above you." Ye Guyue's voice came from overhead.

Tang Hao looked up and saw Ye Guyue floating in midair, blue and red dragon wings spreading behind him and beating steadily.

"Soul Bone?" Tang Hao exclaimed.

Ye Guyue said coldly, "My turn."

"Eighth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage!"

Tens of thousands of Light Sacred Dragon phantoms appeared in midair. At Ye Guyue's gesture, they swooped down.

The attack's immense destructive force forced Tang Hao to raise his Clear Sky Hammer to defend himself, but beneath the onslaught of Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage, he was still driven back step by step.

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

"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes!"