Seize My Fortune? A Single Blow Shatters Tang San's Arrogant Bones

Tang Hao's spirit rings continued to shatter.

The third, the fourth.

With each one that broke, the power surging through his body doubled.

By the moment the fifth spirit ring exploded, the sheer, barbaric force of the Clear Sky Hammer was already pressing down so heavily that the entire plaza began to sink.

He shoved the Rakshasa Demon Scythe back with a single hand.

Bibi Dong's body retreated three steps, completely beyond her control.

Three steps.

Since stepping into the realm of Titled Douluo, she had never once retreated three steps in a direct confrontation.

A torrent of blood gushed from Tang Hao's severed arm, his empty left sleeve snapping violently in the night wind.

Yet, the aura radiating from him continued its frantic climb—

Level ninety-five. Level ninety-six. Level ninety-seven.

It was still rising.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, the sound audible.

Ring Detonation: sacrificing spirit rings to gain combat power far exceeding one's limits for a short time.

The cost—each ring shattered meant a permanent regression in cultivation. Once finished, one would either be dead or crippled.

Tang Hao was throwing his life away.

He swung his lone arm, and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer coalesced from the void.

The remaining spirit rings on the hammer's surface flickered wildly, each one on the verge of collapse.

CLANG—!

The Clear Sky Hammer collided head-on with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Bibi Dong retreated another five steps.

The Martial Soul Hall spirit masters on the plaza were sent reeling by the shockwave; some were flung directly into the perimeter walls, their backs embedded into the stone, unable to pull themselves free.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stepped forward simultaneously, flanking him from left and right.

Tang Hao didn't even turn his head, sweeping the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was blown back by the hammer's wind, stumbling ten steps, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger bursting open as blood dripped down his fingers.

Ghost Douluo's stealth technique was no different from paper before this brute force; he was ejected from the fray by the air currents trailing the hammer, tumbling three times before crashing at the edge of the plaza.

Two Titled Douluo, joining forces, could not withstand a single strike.

At this moment, Tang Hao was no longer human.

He was a cornered beast—missing an arm, five spirit rings detonated, covered in blood—standing before his son, smashing away everything that dared to approach.

Bibi Dong was being suppressed.

Tang San saw his chance. Taking advantage of the gap his father created by forcing Bibi Dong back, the Sea God Trident carved a golden arc, cutting in from the flank—

And at the other end of the battlefield, Xie Yue was being beaten into a steady retreat by Dai Mubai.

Deep within the Pope Palace.

Hu Liena sat cross-legged in the cultivation room, the warmth of the Primordial Spirit Bead still flowing slowly through her brow, the heavy power of the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron circulating steadily deep within her dantian.

BOOM—!

A violent tremor erupted from overhead. The walls of the cultivation room shook, and the light patterns of the Spirit Gathering Array flickered twice, nearly snapping.

There was a battle outside.

And it was a clash at the Titled Douluo level—the intensity of these vibrations was something no one below level eighty could ever produce.

Hu Liena sprang to her feet.

She rushed out of the cultivation room, sprinted through the corridor, and shoved open the side door of the Pope Palace—

The night wind, thick with the stench of blood, rushed in to meet her.

The plaza was unrecognizable; stone tiles were overturned, the stairs were mostly shattered, and Martial Soul Hall spirit masters lay scattered everywhere, tossed aside by the shockwaves.

In the sky, Bibi Dong was locked in a life-or-death struggle with a one-armed man.

The dark purple radiance of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the pitch-black shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer collided repeatedly in the night sky, each strike exploding into a ripple of force.

Bibi Dong was retreating.

Hu Liena's heart sank—was her teacher being suppressed?

There was no time to think.

Her peripheral vision swept across the right side of the plaza, and she froze.

Xie Yue.

Her brother was locked in a fierce struggle with a white-haired man.

The opponent had unleashed his White Tiger Martial Soul, his body covered in tiger stripes, landing punch after punch on Xie Yue.

Xie Yue was already covered in blood.

The armor on his left shoulder had been torn away, revealing a gaping wound where the flesh was turned outward, blood surging forth incessantly.

His right leg was trembling, and he could barely maintain his combat stance as he staggered. Every step back took him further away.

Dai Mubai. Shrek Seven Devils, White Tiger Douluo.

A wave of scorching, searing rage surged from her chest, burning through her throat and into her brain.

No need to think. No need to judge.

Someone was hurting her brother.

Hum—

The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Martial Soul was released. Six soul rings lit up in sequence beneath her feet.

Three snow-white fox tails unfurled from behind her, each over a zhang long, their tips shimmering with a faint purple-gold halo.

Hu Liena tapped her toes and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

"Get lost!"

The three fox tails swept out in unison!

Channeling the full soul power of an eighty-fourth-level Soul Douluo, the fox tails tore through the night sky, carrying a terrifying gale that distorted the air as they lashed toward Dai Mubai's flank.

Every hair on Dai Mubai's body stood on end.

Instinctively, he crossed his arms to shield his chest, pushing the power of the White Tiger to its limit—

Bang—!

A dull thud.

Dai Mubai was sent flying backward. His feet dragged two long furrows into the ground, and he only managed to steady himself after retreating seven or eight steps.

His arms were numb, the skin between his thumb and forefinger split open by the impact, oozing blood.

He looked up.

Three snow-white fox tails swayed slowly behind the woman.

A pale purple Nine-Tailed Fox Seal glowed faintly on her forehead. Her entire aura was completely different from what it had been half a month ago.

"Hu Liena?"

Dai Mubai's throat tightened.

The intelligence report from half a month ago was crystal clear—sixty-ninth-level peak, Demon Fox Martial Soul.

The soul power pressure radiating from the woman before him was, conservatively estimated, at least level eighty.

Half a month, fifteen levels.

What kind of monster was she?

Xie Yue took advantage of the opening to retreat to Hu Liena's side, clutching the wound on his left shoulder and gasping for air.

"Nana, how did you—"

"Brother, don't speak."

Hu Liena didn't look at him. Her three fox tails stood erect, poised in an attack stance directed at Dai Mubai.

Anyone who dared to hurt her brother had to die.

Just then, a golden figure descended from the sky.

Tang San.

Wielding the Sea God Trident, he had broken away from the high-altitude battlefield and slammed directly into the plaza.

The moment he landed, shattered stone tiles were sent flying by the shockwave. The golden light of the Sea God was blindingly conspicuous in the night.

His gaze locked onto Hu Liena.

To be precise—it locked onto the pale purple Nine-Tailed Fox Seal on her forehead.

Fate-Suppressing Cauldron.

It was because this woman had taken that cauldron that his fortune had been suppressed, causing his Eighth Sea God Trial to fall short of success.

For days, his fingers had cramped until dawn every night, his cultivation speed had been cut in half, and even the Sea God Trident trembled in his hands.

All the resentment, all the hatred, and all the fear and frustration that had accumulated over the past half-month coalesced into a single thought at this moment.

Destroy that cauldron.

"Hu Liena—!"

Tang San's roar exploded over the plaza.

He abandoned Bibi Dong, who was entangled with Tang Hao above, and ignored the Tang Sect elites arrayed behind him. Holding the Sea God Trident horizontally before him, he surged with golden light and charged straight at Hu Liena.

"Hand over the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron!"

The blade of the trident condensed the Sea God's power to its absolute limit, the golden radiance tearing through the night sky.

"Otherwise, I will ensure you die without a burial ground!"

Hu Liena's fox ears pricked up.

She did not retreat.

Her mouth curled slightly as she let out a soft hum.

"The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron?"

The three words were spat out, neither heavy nor light.

"You want it?"

Her three fox tails snapped straight, the purple-gold halos at their tips swelling violently.

"Come and take it yourself."

As the words fell, she moved.

Hu Liena transformed into a white afterimage, her three fox tails carrying the full force of her level 84 soul power as she collided head-on with the Sea God Trident.

Tang San thrust his trident forward.

Infused with his remaining Sea God power and all his fury, the golden halberd light carved a ten-zhang-long trail through the air.

Hu Liena did not dodge.

Her three fox tails pulled together, twisting into a snow-white cone before her, and she met the strike head-on.

BOOM--!!

Gold and snow-white clashed violently in the center of the plaza.

A shockwave exploded from the point of impact in every direction.

The stone tiles within a ten-zhang radius were pulverized, and the rising dust blotted out the sky.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was pushed back five steps by the blast, while Ghost Douluo was knocked flat to the ground.

Within the dust, two figures retreated simultaneously.

Tang San stepped back six paces, shattering the stone tiles beneath his feet with every step.

Hu Liena retreated five paces, her fox tails trembling slightly behind her; a few hairs at the tips had been singed off by the Sea God's power, drifting down onto the rubble.

Five steps against six.

They were evenly matched.

If anything—Hu Liena held a half-step advantage.

Tang San stared at Hu Liena, his eyes filled with disbelief!