People Need Dreams

People Need Dreams

Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings appeared beneath Tang Hao's feet. Then, one after another, the six rings rose and revolved between the head and handle of the Clear Sky Hammer. The gaps between them slowly narrowed, as though they were merging into one, before all six soul rings entered the Clear Sky Hammer.

A Clear Sky Hammer wielded by someone only at the Soul Emperor level actually erupted with a domineering aura and black light no weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Xiao's hands at the Soul Douluo level.

The soul masters present all widened their eyes, especially the older generation who knew something of this, as well as Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo-level experts, including Sword Douluo.

So this is the Great Sumeru Hammer?!

"Senior Chen Xin, take this!"

Tang Hao stomped his foot. His incomparably solid bronze muscles, like forged steel, bulged as the vat-sized Clear Sky Hammer smashed viciously toward Chen Xin. Its astonishing might made even the Soul Emperors and Soul Sages present shudder in their breathing. Chen Xin immediately swung his sword to block the fierce, tyrannical blow.

Clang—

Hammer and sword collided with a metallic crash. Tang Hao did not move an inch, while Chen Xin slid backward a full five meters. His arm trembled continuously, and his heart was filled with shock.

What tremendous strength. If my body were not that of a Titled Douluo, and I were at the same cultivation level as Tang Hao, taking that blow head-on would probably leave this arm completely numb.

After throwing out one hammer strike, Tang Hao pressed his advantage. Like a spinning top, the black light of the Clear Sky Hammer intertwined with the blood-red glow of Divine Slaughter's Domain as an even more domineering and powerful blow smashed toward Chen Xin.

I can't take this blow head-on!

Chen Xin's heart tightened, and the fifth soul ring beneath his feet lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Awe-Inspiring in All Directions!"

Five Seven Kill Swords appeared before Sword Douluo. The Seven Kill Swords carried five streaks of blue light, like five meteors, and collided with Tang Hao's blood-black spinning form.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Seven Kill Swords were knocked away. Four Seven Kill Swords formed from Soul Power dissipated, and Tang Hao's movements also came to a halt.

Under Sword Douluo's control, the Seven Kill Sword that had been sent flying lowered in midair. His first soul ring lit up, and several nearly invisible sword energies slashed out.

"First Soul Skill, Long Sword Unsheathed!"

"Wild Cloak!"

Tang Hao roared and unleashed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, shattering the sword energies. Yet for some reason, tears suddenly appeared across his clothes, and bloody marks emerged over his bronze muscles.

It's sword energy. My Spiritual Power isn't enough. I have to defeat Sword Douluo quickly!

Tang Hao unleashed the Haotian Nine Wonders, driving his Clear Sky Hammer offense to the absolute peak he could achieve as it collided repeatedly with the Seven Kill Sword.

Amazing, Hao. Even I can't find a single flaw in your mastery of the Haotian Nine Wonders.

Tang Xiao was overjoyed. He had taught Tang Hao the vast majority of his Clear Sky Hammer techniques. Before Tang Hao went to the City of Slaughter, there had still been a slight gap between Tang Hao's use of the Clear Sky Hammer and his own. But now, Tang Hao's mastery had completely surpassed him. This was the combat experience Tang Hao had accumulated through five years of life-and-death tempering in the City of Slaughter.

Boom!

Another tremendous crash rang out from the arena, and vast clouds of dust rose into the air.

When the dust settled, Tang Hao's skin had been cut open in many places by sword energy, blood flowing continuously. Sword Douluo, meanwhile, floated in midair, having left the arena.

"I lost." Nothing showed on Sword Douluo's face, but he sighed deeply inside. The Seven Kill Sword had no chance of becoming the world's number one tool martial soul. He could not defeat Tang Hao while suppressing his cultivation. Once Tang Hao became a Titled Douluo and caught up to him, he would be even less of a match for Tang Hao.

Tang Hao put away the Clear Sky Hammer and cupped his hands. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sword Douluo! Senior Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword possesses the greatest attack power in the soul master world. Its sword energy is impossible to defend against; even the Clear Sky Hammer falls short in that regard."

"Hao'er!" "Hao!" "Brother Hao won!"

The Clear Sky Sect side erupted in cheers. Tang Zhen in particular had wagered the titles of the world's number one sect and the world's number one tool martial soul. Other than him, the sect master, who would dare make such a decision? When Tang Xiao was defeated, he had already prepared himself to apologize to his father, Tang Chen, ten thousand times every day. He never expected his son Tang Hao to turn the tide, preserving both the Clear Sky Hammer's title as the world's number one tool martial soul and the Clear Sky Sect's title as the world's number one sect!

Tang Yuehua's heart pounded for reasons she did not understand. Looking at that tall figure in the arena, at her Brother Hao who had saved the Clear Sky Sect from disaster, the forbidden seed in her heart began to take root and sprout.

"Another Tang Chen..."

Ning Fengzhi sighed. Looking up at the two grim-faced Spirit Hall elders and the unreadable Qian Xunji, a plan formed in his mind.

Bibi Dong also watched Tang Hao and, for the first time, felt that she had found a rival. Tang Hao should be an Innate Full Soul Power genius like her.

As for being attracted to him, that was impossible. Bibi Dong did not like rough men like Tang Hao. Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and Qian Xunji were all far more handsome than him. Her tastes still leaned more toward pretty boys—those with talent or ability, elegant speech and manners, and handsome faces.

"Congratulations to the Clear Sky Sect for obtaining the final victory."

Qian Xunji's voice rang out. In an instant, every sound in the arena vanished without a trace. The entire venue fell deathly silent, every face filled with reverence and fanaticism.

Qian Xunji tapped the Papal Scepter in his hand against the ground and calmly announced, "The once-every-thirty-years Sect Competition has concluded. The final rankings are as follows: Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Saint Dragon Sect, Elephant Armor Sect, Black Tiger Sect, and Wind Sword Sect."

"The Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect are awarded the title of the Upper Three Sects. The Clear Sky Sect remains the world's number one sect."

"The Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon retain their respective rankings as the world's number one tool martial soul and the world's number one beast martial soul."

"Congratulations to Sect Master Tang Zhen for becoming the world's number one attack-type Titled Douluo. Congratulations to Sword Douluo for becoming the Titled Douluo with the world's greatest attack power. Bone Douluo is the world's number one defense-type Titled Douluo. Congratulations to Sect Master Ning Fengzhi for becoming the world's number one support-type soul master."

The Clear Sky Sect was extremely satisfied with this result. The Sword Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, however, could not bring themselves to be happy. They felt deeply ashamed. After all, in their view, the title of world's number one sect had been firmly in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's grasp, only for them to throw it away.

"Sect Master, we..."

Ning Fengzhi said calmly, "Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, there is no need to blame yourselves. Fengzhi is already very satisfied that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect secured second place. Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall is still alive. Having the Clear Sky Sect as the world's number one sect can also help us draw some fire. I have already sent voice transmissions to Tang Zhen and Yu Yuanzhen, asking them to discuss matters."

After the Seven Great Sects Re-selection Conference ended, Qian Xunji returned to his cultivation chamber to enter seclusion. He needed to digest what he had gained from Sword Douluo this time.

Besides, as a person, one needed dreams. Participating in the Angel God Test would indeed guarantee Qian Xunji a steady path to rank 99, but Zhu Zhuqing had only Innate Soul Power rank seven and a martial soul that was not even top-tier, yet she could still inherit the position of a second-class god.

Qian Xunji possessed the god-level Six-Winged Angel martial soul, had consumed two Immortal Herbs, and had a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring. His configuration far surpassed Zhu Zhuqing's. Why couldn't he dream of becoming a god?

As for Pope Palace affairs, Qian Daoliu had arranged everything perfectly during his five years of seclusion, so he could simply keep doing it. What was wrong with being a Pope in name only, a mascot with no real authority? He was the sole heir of the Six-Winged Angel bloodline. Sooner or later, the family fortune would all be his.

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, with the Seven Great Sects Re-selection Conference over, the great clans, sects, and independent soul masters gradually departed Spirit City through its gates in carriage after carriage.

Inside one of those luxurious carriages sat three Titled Douluo and one Soul Sage.