Luo Yun looked at him, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Tang Hao, you talk too much."
Tang Hao's expression darkened.
The blood-red thunder on the Clear Sky Hammer burst violently, and all nine Soul Rings lit up at once.
"Third Soul Skill, Whirlwind Dance."
The light on the Clear Sky Hammer flared, its head swelling larger as blood-red thunder surged wildly across its surface.
Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands and swept it toward Luo Yun.
This blow was more than twice as powerful as the last. It was faster, too. The air split apart in its wake, the ground buckled, and rubble and dirt flew in every direction like cannonballs.
Luo Yun didn't take it head-on. He leaned back, and the Clear Sky Hammer swept past the tip of his nose.
The Sun Corona Sword flicked upward from below, its tip striking the hammer's haft and knocking Tang Hao's attack slightly off course.
Tang Hao snorted. He turned his wrist, swung the Clear Sky Hammer in a circle through the air, and brought it crashing down toward Luo Yun's head again.
The two clashed.
Hammer shadows whirled, swordlight flashed.
Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was fierce and domineering, every blow carrying enough force to split mountains and shatter stone.
Luo Yun's Sun Corona Sword was light and graceful, each stroke perfectly placed to deflect Tang Hao's attacks.
They fought from the ground into the air, then back down again. The earth exploded wherever they went, rubble flew, and dust billowed.
The Shrek Seven Devils watched from afar, dumbstruck.
Dai Mubai's mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist, and his eyes were as round as bells.
"Tang San, your dad... is he really that fierce?"
Tang San said nothing, his gaze fixed on the