Tang Hao VS Lin Yuan! Clear Sky Douluo, Deadly Killing Intent!

Finally, in the brief interval when the Shadow Flood Dragon attempted to spew venom once more.

Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp, brilliant light as he locked onto that fleeting opening.

He exerted force through his legs, his entire body turning into a streak of black lightning as he instantly closed the distance.

He mounted himself directly onto the dragon's massive skull.

His hands, like iron pincers, clamped down tightly onto the bone on both sides of the dragon's head.

The power of the Nine Nether Beast surged into his arms without reservation.

"Die!"

Following Lin Yuan's furious roar, he tore his arms violently outward.

"CRACK!!!"

The bone-chilling sound of shattering skeletal structure echoed through the heavens.

The Shadow Flood Dragon could not even let out a final wail.

That indestructible skull was ripped clean into two halves.

Scalding dragon blood erupted like a fountain, dyeing half of Lin Yuan's body a dark crimson.

The massive carcass twitched violently a few times before collapsing with a thunderous crash, completely devoid of life.

Lin Yuan panted heavily, casually wiping the blood from his face.

He jumped down from the dragon's corpse, calming the roiling blood and qi within his body.

A moment later, specks of deep purple light began to converge over the dragon's remains.

A purple Spirit Ring, far thicker than an ordinary thousand-year ring and so deep in color it was nearly black, floated slowly into mid-air.

This four-thousand-year Spirit Ring radiated an incomparably fierce fluctuation.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the spot, drawing out his own spirit power.

The Spirit Ring rapidly descended, settling over the phantom of his Martial Soul.

The resentment left behind by a four-thousand-year spirit beast is terrifying; had it been anyone else, their sea of consciousness would have been crushed long ago.

But this dragon's courage had been utterly pulverized by the bloodline pressure of the Nine Nether Beast while it was still alive.

The moment that backlash force emerged, it was effortlessly dismantled by the tyrannical bloodline within Lin Yuan, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

The entire absorption process went surprisingly smoothly.

In less than three breaths, this four-thousand-year Spirit Ring had completely fused with Lin Yuan.

He slowly opened his eyes, a purple-black light swirling in their depths.

He extended his right hand, feeling the terrifying power within his body that was so full it threatened to overflow.

A sense of exhilaration filled Lin Yuan's heart, and he was thoroughly satisfied.

First Spirit Skill: Ancient Dragon Soul.

This was an extremely tyrannical skill.

Not only could it allow him to temporarily borrow the dragon power of an ancient fierce beast, causing his physical body and attack power to skyrocket, but even more heaven-defying was his ability to imbue this power directly onto others.

Through the infusion of bloodline power, he could significantly modify and strengthen the Martial Soul and power of the recipient.

Lin Yuan stood up and brushed the dirt off his body.

Meanwhile, in a patch of deep shadow hundreds of meters away from the swamp.

A tall figure draped in a tattered gray cloak blended perfectly into the surrounding darkness like a phantom.

Tang Hao's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, were fixed intently on the six-year-old boy who had just finished absorbing the Spirit Ring by the edge of the swamp.

His rugged face, long numbed by alcohol, was filled with extreme shock.

Just moments ago, he had witnessed with his own eyes this child named Lin Yuan tear apart a four-thousand-year Shadow Flood Dragon with nothing but his physical body and bloodline power.

Even more terrifying was that the boy had crossed the limit of a first Spirit Ring without any obstacles, absorbing a four-thousand-year ring in less than three breaths!

His son Tang San, whom he had always been proud of, possessed Twin Martial Souls and was gifted with extraordinary talent.

Yet, if Tang San were placed in front of this child, he would be like a firefly beside the bright moon, dim and lusterless.

Tang Hao's rough hand tightened involuntarily around the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer at his waist.

His knuckles turned white from the force.

That bloodline aura... it actually makes even me, a Titled Douluo, feel a sense of trepidation. Since when did Martial Soul Hall recruit such a monster?

He knew all too well the blood feud between Martial Soul Hall and himself.

Such a monstrous talent, one so unreasonable it defied logic.

If he were allowed to continue growing under the cultivation of Martial Soul Hall, not only would he, Tang Hao, be in danger, but his son Tang San would surely die at this boy's hands.

"This child's talent is far too formidable, even far surpassing Little San."

"Leaving him alive will surely become a disaster. If I do not eliminate him today, my Clear Sky Sect will never have a chance to rise again!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, a cold, piercing murderous intent erupting in his eyes.

A heavy, dark light quietly condensed in his palm, and nine spirit rings stirred faintly beneath his cloak.

He had snuck into the Soul Hunting Forest specifically for the people of Martial Soul Hall.

Especially that high and mighty Saintess, Bibi Dong.

Given the chance, he was determined to make Martial Soul Hall pay a bitter price.

Yet now, he had discovered such a monstrous talent hidden within Martial Soul Hall.

If he were allowed to grow up smoothly, nurtured by the vast resources of Martial Soul Hall.

In less than twenty years, who on the Douluo Continent would be able to keep him in check?

"Not bad."

Lin Yuan stood beside the dragon's remains, slowly clenching his fists.

After absorbing the four-thousand-year spirit ring, his senses had undergone an all-encompassing leap.

His vision, which could previously only see clearly a dozen meters away, could now discern the veins on leaves a hundred meters distant.

Every movement of the wind and grass around him was within his grasp.

The very moment Tang Hao's killing intent leaked out.

Lin Yuan's heart gave a sudden jolt.

That extremely dangerous aura emanated from the dense forest to his rear, like a sharp blade pressed against his throat.

The aura was incredibly concealed, yet carried an undisguised, lethal murderous intent.

Lin Yuan knew very well that this was definitely not some high-level spirit beast.

This thick and violent sense of oppression could only be possessed by a powerhouse at the Title Douluo level.

Yet his expression did not change in the slightest, and his breathing rhythm did not falter by even a fraction.

He did not turn his head to look in that direction.

He pretended he had discovered nothing.

Lin Yuan bent down and casually washed the blood from his hands in a nearby puddle.

He then turned around and, with a steady, unhurried pace, began walking toward the outer perimeter of the forest.

He was as clear-headed as a mirror.

With his current level twenty spirit power, facing a powerhouse of this caliber meant certain death.

Even if his martial soul were heaven-defying, the chasm in cultivation realm was currently impossible to bridge.

His only chance of survival was to retreat as quickly as possible.

Tang Hao followed from the shadows for several dozen steps, his brows gradually furrowing.

He realized that although the boy's pace seemed casual, every step landed in a blind spot that allowed for the easiest explosive escape.

Even his chosen route deliberately avoided open areas, specifically weaving through the densest parts of the woods.

Tang Hao realized it in an instant.

This brat had sensed him long ago!

For a child who had just turned six to have such keen perception and still maintain such calm composure was unheard of.

The killing intent in Tang Hao's heart grew even more intense.

What a cunning little brat.

Tang Hao no longer hid himself; his gray cloak was instantly shredded to pieces by his violent spirit power.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine brilliant spirit rings spiraled up from beneath his feet in sequence.

The final hundred-thousand-year red spirit ring, in particular, radiated a suffocating crimson light.

A massive, pitch-black iron hammer appeared in his hand, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.

"Little brat, you are far too dazzling!"

"It is a pity you belong to Martial Soul Hall; you must die today!"