Strength Ranking Fifteenth! Tang Hao! Venti Unmoved!

Ma Hongjun, who had just been slumped on the ground, scrambled to his feet and pointed at the Sky Curtain, shouting:

"Did you see that! Did you see that!"

"That's Third Brother's own father!"

"I told you we have powerhouses on our side too!"

Tang San stared fixedly at the name on the Sky Curtain.

A hint of color finally returned to his previously pale face.

His palm gripped the Sea God Trident so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Dad..."

Tang San's eyes reddened.

In this moment of despair, his father's name appearing on the list was undoubtedly his greatest source of support.

Even though it was only fifteenth place.

But this was a continent-wide ranking!

It included reclusive powerhouses, soul beast overlords, and even that freak, the Wind God.

Being ranked in the top fifteen was enough to prove the terror of Tang Hao.

Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong looked at that name, her hand gripping her scepter tightening abruptly.

"Tang Hao..."

She squeezed these two words through her teeth.

The hatred in her eyes was undisguised.

Although she hated Qian Xunji, Tang Hao had severely wounded the Pope, which was a slap in the face to Martial Soul Hall.

"Fifteenth place, is it?"

Bibi Dong sneered.

"It seems that hiding in a rat hole all these years hasn't helped him improve much."

The back garden of Godwind City.

Venti didn't have much of a reaction.

He simply took a bite of an apple and commented vaguely:

"Oh, a hammer-wielder."

"Looks like he has decent strength, well, just decent."

Bi Ji stood to the side, and hearing this "decent," the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Who was Tang Hao?

He was a ruthless man who had hammered Martial Soul Hall until they had no temper left.

In this person's mouth, he was actually just "decent"?

But then she thought about it; compared to this person's feat of casually blowing up stars, Tang Hao's strength did indeed seem to be at an infant's level.

Just then.

The golden light on the Sky Curtain flared once more.

[Ranking Reward Distribution]

[Tang Hao receives reward: Martial Soul True Body Second Evolution · Asura Mark]

[Effect: Clear Sky Hammer martial soul quality increased, imbued with Asura baleful aura, attack power increased by 100%, possesses absolute destruction properties against defenses below god-level.]

Hiss--

Seeing this reward, countless people gasped.

Attack power doubled?

Absolute destruction?

This was simply taking the aesthetics of violence to the extreme!

Immediately after.

The image on the Sky Curtain shifted.

It was no longer static text, but had turned into a real-time feed.

It was an unknown, desolate mountain range.

Gales howled, and dark clouds pressed down from above.

A middle-aged man clad in tattered black robes stood atop the mountain peak.

It was Tang Hao.

His beard was unkempt and his face weathered by time, yet his eyes shone with an astonishing brilliance.

A golden light descended from the heavens, enveloping his body.

Tang Hao did not dodge.

He spread his arms, allowing that power to pour into his body.

BOOM!

A dark red wave of energy erupted from him, spreading wildly in all directions.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his right hand was undergoing a startling transformation.

Upon the originally pitch-black hammer, lines of dark red began to emerge, as if cast from fresh blood, radiating a nauseating stench of gore and slaughter.

That was the Asura Mark!

Tang Hao gripped the hammer handle tightly.

At this moment, even through the Sky Curtain, everyone could feel the suffocating pressure rushing toward them.

Tang Hao lifted his head.

A look of extreme arrogance appeared on his weather-beaten face.

He did not speak.

He simply raised the giant hammer in his hand slowly.

He aimed it at the thousand-meter-tall mountain peak beneath his feet.

"HAA!"

A violent shout.

There were no flashy techniques.

It was pure, unadulterated power.

He brought the hammer down.

CRASH!

The earth wailed.

In the image, that thousand-meter peak began to crumble inch by inch from the summit under the force of that single strike.

It was as if a block of tofu had been struck by a giant boulder.

Boulders tumbled down, and dust choked the sky.

The entire mountain collapsed.

Tang Hao stood amidst the dust atop the ruins, shouldering the Clear Sky Hammer.

His tiger-like eyes seemed to gaze down upon the entire continent through the Sky Curtain.

"Martial Soul Hall?"

Tang Hao's voice was deep and resonant, echoing between heaven and earth.

"The debts owed must be repaid."

Subsequently.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the void, looking toward the direction of Godwind City.

Although he could not see Venti, he knew that a powerhouse who had claimed the top spot resided there.

"So what if you have many divine artifacts?"

A look of contempt curled the corners of Tang Hao's mouth.

"In this world, it is the fist that ultimately does the talking."

"If the opportunity arises, I, Tang Hao, would certainly like to test your mettle with this hammer of mine!"

Mad!

Boundlessly mad!

In front of the entire continent, he not only declared war on Martial Soul Hall but also took the opportunity to provoke Venti, who had just dominated the rankings.

This was Clear Sky Douluo!

This was Tang Hao!

The Heaven Dou Army instantly erupted.

Morale reached its peak at this very moment.

"Clear Sky Douluo is mighty!"

"Clear Sky Douluo is invincible!"

Tang San watched his father's domineering figure, his entire body trembling with excitement.

This was his father!

Standing tall and fearless!

Whatever Wind God, whatever divine artifact—one hammer shatters it all!

Godwind City.

Bi Ji looked at the collapsing mountain peak in the projection, then back at the murderous Tang Hao.

She couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Too brutal.

For a healing-type soul beast like her, this kind of pure violence was painful just to watch.

Subconsciously, she glanced at Venti beside her.

She wanted to see how the person being provoked would react.

Was it anger?

Was it disdain?

Or would he charge out and loose an arrow at that Tang Hao?

However.

Venti remained seated on the stone bench, his posture languid.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

He was focused on... picking an apple.

There were three apples left in the fruit bowl; he picked them up one by one, seemingly hesitating over which one was redder.

"Your Excellency..."

Bi Ji couldn't help but speak up:

"That Tang Hao... he is provoking you."

"I heard."

Venti finally selected a satisfactory apple, rubbed it against his clothes, and took a crunchy bite.

Juice overflowed.

"Mmm, this one is sweeter than the last."

Venti squinted his eyes in satisfaction before replying in a leisurely tone:

"Young people, it's normal to have a bit of a temper."

"Smashing a mountain and shouting so loudly—he's not afraid of going hoarse."

His tone was relaxed.

Casual.

He didn't take the scene from just moments ago to heart at all.

It was as if Tang Hao hadn't just shattered a mountain, but merely broken a plate.

Watching Venti's nonchalant demeanor, the fear of Tang Hao that had gripped Bi Ji's heart miraculously vanished.

That's right.

Tang Hao smashed a mountain.

But the one before her smashed stars.

The gap between them was more than a thousand miles.

So-called provocation, in the face of such an absolute disparity in stature, was nothing more than the clamoring of an ant.

At this moment.

Bi Ji gazed at Venti's profile.

The youth's face was delicate and handsome, a faint, ethereal smile always lingering at the corners of his mouth.

A gentle breeze stirred the hair by his ears, and those cyan eyes reflected the entire sky.

He looked so harmless, so easygoing.

Yet, he gave off a sense of security as if he could hold up the entire firmament.