Watching the blood-red giant hammer blotting out the sky crash down before the Pope Palace with world-destroying might, Tang Hao's confidence swelled to its absolute peak!
Especially when he caught sight of Yang Wudi, that former household slave who had once relied on the Clear Sky Sect, violently coughing up blood under the shockwaves, the arrogance and battle intent in his heart surged even higher!
A slave who had betrayed the Clear Sky Sect—this was his fate!
He, Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo who had once shaken the continent, had finally shown the world once again the supreme edge of the number one tool spirit in the world!
He had not brought shame upon his sect!
Feeling the berserk power gained from Ring Detonation rapidly draining from his body, Tang Hao did not dare to remain complacent.
He abruptly launched himself upward, dragging the giant hammer behind him as he charged straight toward Tang San and Xiao Wu!
"You unfilial bastard! Hand over the Soul Bone on your body, along with that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!" Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. "That little thief Jiang Li took my Great Sumeru Hammer head-on. He must be gravely wounded and on the verge of death by now. Let's see who can save you now!"
As Tang Hao approached like a god of slaughter, violet light flickered wildly in Tang San's eyes, while his hands swept repeatedly across his waist like butterflies flitting among flowers.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Countless poisoned hidden weapons, even supreme killing weapons such as the Mother-and-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Seizing Gall, were unleashed without restraint.
Yet before Tang Hao's absolute power and protective aura, none of it could even scratch his skin. Amid a series of sharp clanks, every weapon was deflected away.
*Damn it! How could a Title Douluo be