Huang Tian Teaches Tang Hao a Lesson, Front and Backhanded

Tang Hao stared at Huang Tian's figure behind Shen Lian. He knew Huang Tian was powerful, but he only assumed Huang Tian was a somewhat stronger Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, so he did not take Huang Tian seriously.

Thus, Tang Hao shouted at Shen Lian in a hoarse voice filled with fury:

"Kid, was it you who injured my son?"

Shen Lian listened to Tang Hao, then looked toward the direction in which the Titan Giant Ape had vanished. He deliberately drew out his words as he said to Tang Hao:

"Tang Hao, if you had not arrived in time today, that useless son of yours, who only knows how to use sneak attacks and apply double standards, would have died."

Hearing this, the scarlet killing intent in Tang Hao's eyes grew even stronger. He slowly turned the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, the patterns on its handle pulsing with dark purple Soul Power. Every turn was accompanied by the shrill howl of air being torn apart.

The look Shen Lian had given the direction in which the Titan Giant Ape disappeared, coupled with his words, stabbed into Tang Hao's heart like a thorn. Thinking of Shen Lian's absurdly powerful Spirit Ring configuration and formidable strength, killing intent surged within Tang Hao.

Tang Hao knew that if he did not eliminate Shen Lian today, then with Tang San's current strength, he would not be Shen Lian's match in the future. He might even die at Shen Lian's hands.

"Kid, today is your day of death."

Tang Hao's voice was low and cold, as though it came from Nine Nether Hell, carrying a terrifying pressure.

Soul Power surged wildly around him. His black cloak snapped violently in the wind, while the ground beneath his feet began to crack under that dreadful force. Countless tiny fissures spread outward like a spiderweb.

Yet Shen Lian remained unhurried. A confident smile curled across his lips as the Dragon-Slaying Blade glimmered with a cold, eerie light beneath the moon.

"Someone will indeed die today, but who it will be remains to be seen."

Shen Lian's voice was clear, standing out sharply amid this battlefield filled with murderous tension.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside him, her silver eyes vigilantly watching Tang Hao's every movement. The ghostly glow on her Nether Claws grew increasingly intense.

Tang Hao showed a look of disdain and sneered.

"You think you'll be safe just because you have that hundred-thousand-year beast behind you?"

In Tang Hao's eyes, Huang Tian was merely a slightly stronger Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Therefore, he believed Huang Tian could never be a match for a Title Douluo like himself.

Back then, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, he had roamed freely across the Douluo Continent. Even when surrounded by countless Spirit Hall experts, he could retreat unscathed. Why would he care about a young man and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Shen Lian sneered inwardly. From Tang Hao's words, he had also guessed that Tang Hao had mistaken Huang Tian for an ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Shen Lian glanced at Huang Tian's body behind him. A mysterious and powerful aura surrounded that dragon form, as though it contained the most fundamental power of heaven and earth.

Shen Lian also understood why Tang Hao had made such a guess.

In this era, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were already extremely rare, while Million-Year Soul Beasts existed only in ancient legends. Tang Hao's misjudgment was understandable.

"Tang Hao, your underestimation will make you regret this beyond redemption."

Shen Lian's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable certainty.

Shen Lian could sense Huang Tian's emotions. It was an indifference born of looking down upon all living things, as though Tang Hao before him was nothing more than an ant.

The bloodshot veins in Tang Hao's eyes suddenly bulged. Nine Spirit Rings burst open behind him like a roulette wheel: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The configuration was blinding, especially the blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, which wildly pulsed with the dark radiance of Divine Slaughter's Domain.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand became a black shadow capable of tearing space apart. The profound patterns on the hammer resonated with the light of his Spirit Rings, stirring the Soul Power of the entire Star Dou Forest into a violent vortex.

"Beast! I'll kill you today and take your Spirit Bone to pave the way for my son, Tang San!"

Tang Hao's roar sent the clouds churning, while the shockwave raised by his hammer carved a trench hundreds of meters long into the ground.

Yet Huang Tian merely floated behind Shen Lian. Tang Hao's charging figure was reflected in his violet-gold pupils, while the divine pressure originating from a Million-Year Soul Beast condensed the surrounding air into visible ripples.

"Buzz—"

Huang Tian did not move a single step, but the vertical eye between his brows suddenly opened.

The origin power of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon gathered in his throat. In an instant, the temperature of the Star Dou Great Forest plunged to freezing.

A Dragon Breath as thick as a bowl erupted forth. It was neither ordinary flame nor ice, but a dark purple torrent imbued with Destruction Power. Light itself warped wherever it passed, while the scorched earth was directly broken down into nanometer-scale dust.

Tang Hao's smile froze on his face.

He had intended to use the Clear Sky Sect's inherited Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer to meet the Dragon Breath head-on, but he discovered that the Soul Power wrapped around the hammer melted away like ice and snow the instant the hammer touched the edge of the energy stream.

"Impossible!"

He roared as he poured power into his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar. The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer swelled to a size of thirty meters, yet it cracked apart inch by inch within the Dragon Breath.

A tearing pain shot through the meridians in his right arm. It was an energy impact far beyond what a Title Douluo could withstand.

"How could it be this strong..."

Tang Hao dropped to one knee, barely steadying himself by driving the hammer's handle deep into the ground.

He stared at his trembling right arm, and for the first time, horror appeared in his eyes.

Could it be that after living in seclusion for so many years, his strength had declined to the point where he was inferior even to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

The thought sent a chill down his spine, yet he overlooked the faint divine aura surrounding Huang Tian.

Huang Tian no longer wished to waste words on Tang Hao, so he took the initiative to attack.

Huang Tian's dragon claw lightly clenched in the air.

Tang Hao felt his neck tighten as an invisible force lifted his entire body off the ground.

It was strength a hundred times greater than that of the Titan Giant Ape. His bones groaned under the unbearable pressure.

He exhausted his remaining strength to swing the Clear Sky Hammer, only to see a violet-gold stream shoot from Huang Tian's fingertips.

"Pfft!"

Amid a spray of blood, Tang Hao's right arm and the Clear Sky Hammer were severed together.

The flesh at the wound carbonized at a visible rate, while the lingering dragon might continued to ravage his life force.

The Clear Sky Douluo, who had once struck fear into Spirit Hall, now fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut. Blood from his severed arm dyed a vast stretch of scorched earth red.

Tang Hao supported himself with one hand against the scorched ground. Blood gushed from his severed arm, staining the earth beneath him an eerie red.

Tang Hao's eyes remained fixed on the half of his right arm still twitching in the distance. Beneath the remnants of the Clear Sky Hammer lay the Right Arm Spirit Bone passed down through the Clear Sky Sect. The golden patterns flowing between its joints carried the sect's deepest secret.

"Can't... can't let it fall into enemy hands..."

A hoarse roar escaped Tang Hao's throat as his left hand trembled toward his severed arm.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch his right arm, the air suddenly twisted into a strange vortex.

Huang Tian's dragon claw, suspended in the air, gave a slight flick. A dark purple blade of light containing the Law of Destruction tore through space and slashed toward Tang Hao at a speed beyond the eye's ability to follow.