The next instant, Di Tian's palm struck the Clear Sky Hammer.
A tremendous force surged forth, and Tang Hao was forced to retreat dozens of meters before regaining his footing. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost coughed up blood.
He bit his tongue to suppress his injury, and his seventh and Eighth Soul Ring lit up one after another, unleashing the full power of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
The hammer shadows overlapped, each blow heavier than the last, surging towards Di Tian like a tidal wave.
Di Tian neither dodged nor evaded, but instead gathered his Soul Power at his fingertips and lightly tapped out.
Each time the fingertip collides with the hammerhead, it precisely neutralizes a layer of force.
After dozens of blows, the power that the Chaotic Cloak up was completely neutralized by him.
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He knew that he had encountered the strongest enemy of his life today, and holding back would only lead to his death.
He let out a low roar, and his First Soul Ring suddenly exploded, his terrifying Soul Power instantly multiplying several times over. It was the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, Ring Explosion!
After the Ring Explosion, Tang Hao's momentum surged, and the Clear Sky Hammer shone brightly with red light as he unleashed his final strike with all his might.
This attack exhausted all his cultivation, enough to severely injure any Titled Douluo.
Di Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally became serious. He flipped his hand, and a phantom image of a black dragon claw appeared, forcefully grabbing at the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Boom!"
The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.
As the smoke cleared, Tang Hao's arm twisted strangely, and the Clear Sky Hammer flew out of his hand.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Di Tian sent him crashing onto the arena like a kite with a broken string, causing the ground to collapse instantly.
Tang Hao was covered in blood, his breath was weak and fluctuating, and he was on the Life.
Tang San forced himself to open his eyes despite his injuries. He saw his father lying in a pool of blood and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Father!"
Tang Hao struggled to open his eyes, looking at Tang San rushing towards him. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was so weak it was almost inaudible. "Little San... it's because your father is incompetent..."
Di Tian landed slowly, reached out and grabbed Tang Hao's neck. With a slight exertion of his fingertips, he easily lifted the man up. He looked down at his dying opponent, his tone as cold as ice:
"Now that things have come to this, do you think you still have a chance to survive?"
Tang Hao's feet dangled in the air, his throat gripped tightly, making it difficult to breathe. He clenched his fists and, with his last strength, asked in a hoarse voice, "Why... why did you help Shen Yifeng?"
"Why?" Di Tian sneered, his voice carrying throughout the entire area with his Soul Power. " Shen Yifeng is someone protected by my Color Dragon Sect. If you want to mess with him, you'll have to ask my Color Dragon Sect for permission first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in cheers.
A murmur of discussion rose and fell in the stands, and everyone's face was filled with shock.
Yu Xiaogang froze, and suddenly realized that Bibi Dong Dong's attempt to ambush Shen Yifeng with the Titled Douluo had failed. It turned out that the Color Dragon Sect's unbridled advance.
Tang San lay on the ground, and upon hearing the words " Color Dragon Sect," his heart sank completely.
No wonder I couldn't catch up no matter how hard I tried; we were never on the same level from the start.
"You... you deserve to die..." Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot and filled with hatred that was almost overflowing.
Di Tian leaned down slightly, close to his ear, and spoke softly in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I forgot to tell you, the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin that you hid in the back mountain has already been taken away by us."
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body trembled violently. Ah Yin was his lifelong Achilles' heel and obsession. He had hidden her so secretly, yet she had been found?
Overwhelming rage and despair surged to his head in an instant. He opened his mouth to roar, but no sound came out.
"Click!"
The crisp sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.
With a slight exertion of his fingertips, Di Tian snapped his neck bones.
Tang Hao's head slumped down, the light in his eyes completely gone, and his body remained motionless.
Di Tian casually tossed the corpse on the ground, as if he had discarded an insignificant trifle.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Bibi Dong stood in the stands, her fingers clenching tightly, her eyes churning with turbulent emotions. She had guessed that Shen Yifeng had a powerful background, but she hadn't expected it to be the Color Dragon Sect, and she certainly hadn't expected him to dare to kill Tang Hao in public.
The once mighty Clear Sky Douluo, who dominated the continent and even made the Spirit Hall wary, died quietly on the field.
Chen Xin's grip on the sword hilt tightened slightly, and Ning Fengzhi abandoned his usual gentleness, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
Gu Rong frowned, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his mind blank.
Tang San lay in a pool of blood, staring at his father's cold corpse. His vision blurred, and he nearly fainted again.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei felt a chill run down their spines, secretly relieved that they hadn't killed each other during the ambush.
The three members of the Golden Generation stood outside the hall, their faces filled with horror.
No one expected that a youth Soul Master Tournament would completely rewrite the entire landscape with the fall of Titled Douluo.
Tang San watched helplessly as his father died, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "You deserve to die!"
He took out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow hidden at his waist, pulled the trigger, and dozens of poisoned crossbow bolts shot straight at Di Tian's face with a whooshing sound.
This was his trump card, and in his grief and anger, he unleashed it with all his might, hoping to inflict even the slightest harm on his opponent.
Di Tian snorted coldly, not even lifting his eyelids. He casually kicked, and his powerful Soul Power transformed into a wave of energy that spread outwards, instantly shattering all the incoming crossbow bolts.
With undiminished strength, he kicked Tang San hard in the chest.
Tang San was sent flying again, crashing heavily beside Tang Hao's corpse. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. All that remained was hatred and despair in his eyes.
Di Tian's gaze shifted to Xiao Wu, whose face was deathly pale, and he said in a calm tone, " Xiao Wu, come with us."
"I'm not going!" Xiao Wu instinctively took a step back, clenching her fists. "You killed Third Brother's father, why should I go with you!"
Her heart pounded, and a strong sense of unease rose within her, as if the other person had seen through her deepest secret.
"Because you are Soul Beast transformed from Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit," Di Tian's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire area, "Having hidden for so long, it's time to reveal yourself."
The entire venue erupted in cheers.
" Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form? How is that possible!"
She looks like an ordinary young girl!
Exclamations rose and fell. Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly narrowed. She had vaguely sensed something before, but had never had any concrete evidence. She never expected that Di Tian would expose her in public.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief.
The Titled Douluo around the arena all focused their attention on the situation, their expressions changing.
Di Tian raised his hand and gently inhaled, and a pale blue flower floated Xiao Wu's arms and landed on his fingertip.
"This Soul-Hiding Flower was probably something Tang San obtained by chance in the valley before. It can conceal the aura of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast." Di Tian twirled his fingertips, the petals swaying gently. "Without it, the aura of the Soul Beast on your body can no longer be hidden."
The moment the flower detached from her body, a gentle yet pure aura of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast slowly emanated from Xiao Wu. The aura couldn't be faked, and the powerful figures present instantly confirmed that this girl was indeed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.
Tang San supported himself on the ground and struggled to lift his head. He looked at the familiar Soul-Hiding Flower, then at Xiao Wu, who was trembling slightly, and his mind went blank.
" Xiao Wu... you're actually Soul Beast?" he murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
Having spent so many years together, he had always treated Xiao Wu like a younger sister and never had the slightest doubt about her.
The shock of her father's tragic death had not yet subsided when the truth about her origins struck her again. Under this double blow, her vision began to blur.
Xiao Wu bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and looked at Tang San's shocked expression, unable to utter a single word.