Bibi Dong Dominates Tang Hao

The arena where Tang Hao stood.

Bibi Dong and Tang Hao stood at the north and south ends, respectively.

Tang Hao hoisted a massive Clear Sky Hammer onto his shoulder; the hammerhead was larger than his own head, its pitch-black surface gleaming with a cold, eerie luster under the sunlight.

His gaze swept over Bibi Dong, a trace of contemptuous mockery curling his lips.

In his eyes, a woman—and one so much younger than him at that—couldn't possibly be his match.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even bother to lift a finger.

But today was different.

Most importantly, this woman's identity was special.

She was the current Saintess of Spirit Hall; if he could defeat her, he would be dealing a heavy humiliation to Spirit Hall.

If his grandfather could soundly defeat the former Pope, Qian Daoliu, then he could just as easily defeat the current Saintess, Bibi Dong.

"Little girl," Tang Hao pointed his Clear Sky Hammer directly at Bibi Dong, "don't say I'm bullying you. How about I give you three moves?"

"Very well."

A smile tugged at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them.

With a flick of her will: Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red!

Seven soul rings rose abruptly from beneath her feet, circling her body and rotating slowly.

The configuration of two yellow, two purple, two black, and one red was exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight.

The blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring, in particular, radiated a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation that stained the surrounding air with a faint, bloody hue.

At the same time, the phantom of a Death Spider God, over ten meters in length, descended silently behind Bibi Dong.

The phantom was entirely purple-gold, its eight spider spears resembling massive scythes. Golden patterns spread across its body like veins, faintly exuding an aura of the same origin as that hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Its eight compound eyes glowed with a cold, red light in the sunlight, overlooking Tang Hao across the arena as if inspecting prey waiting to be slaughtered!

Simultaneously, an invisible wave of soul power, accompanied by the pressure brought forth by the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, surged toward Tang Hao like a tidal wave.

"What is that?"

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand sank involuntarily.

His gaze remained locked on that blood-red soul ring, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

"And it's the seventh soul ring?"

"No... this is impossible!"

However, before he could voice any further doubts, that invisible soul pressure crushed down upon him as if it were tangible!

The pressure was as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea. Tang Hao felt as if a great mountain had been pressed onto his shoulders; his knees buckled involuntarily, and his back hunched slightly.

In his flustered state, his combat prowess was instantly suppressed by at least twenty percent!

"Tsk, tsk..."

Bibi Dong watched Tang Hao's disheveled state and mocked him without restraint:

"Is this the strength of the Clear Sky Douluo's own son?"

"I don't think you're much, after all..."

"The fight hasn't even started, and you've already bent your back."

She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Tang Hao from her superior position.

"What? Are you trying to pay me your respects?"

"Or are you begging for mercy?"

She crossed her arms, her tone indifferent:

"This Saintess is a person of magnanimity."

"As long as you jump off this arena voluntarily, I won't have to lay a hand on you."

Humiliation—absolute humiliation.

Setting aside whether Tang Hao was actually Tang Chen's son, if he surrendered voluntarily today, he would never be able to hold his head high again.

Bibi Dong's words were a direct slap to his face.

Tang Hao's face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulging.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, his knuckles protruding, the hammer itself trembling slightly.

"You Spirit Hall—" he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to rally his spirit, "is all you capable of just sharp-tongued banter...?"

"Then as you wish!"

Before Tang Hao's voice had even faded, Bibi Dong had already moved!

She reached out with her right hand, purple light exploding from her palm as the Death Spider God Scythe manifested silently!

The scythe was entirely purple, covered in golden patterns. Its handle was long and slender, the blade shaped like a crescent moon, with a cold, ghostly purple light flowing along its edge.

Bibi Dong held the scythe in her right hand, the handle rising above her left shoulder, lifting the crescent-shaped blade high above her head.

Her gaze was icy and focused, her long hair whipping wildly in the agitation of her soul power, her dress fluttering without a breeze; she looked like a god of death descended upon the mortal world!

"Sixth Soul Skill—Death Spider God Slash!"

Her cold voice fell.

Hum—!

A massive, purple-gold energy blade over ten meters long erupted suddenly from the scythe's edge!

The blade was as condensed as reality, its edges flowing with a cold, ghostly purple light, carrying a violent momentum that tore through everything as it hurtled toward Tang Hao!

Wherever it passed, the air was torn into visible ripples, a shallow trench was plowed into the Adamantine Rock ground, and gravel and dust were swept up by the shockwave, dancing across the sky.

Damn it! How did she just start attacking like that!

Tang Hao was panicked, but it was already too late to dodge.

He could only grit his teeth, frantically mobilizing his soul power, pouring it into the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands regardless of the cost.

Black light exploded, and the Clear Sky Hammer expanded rapidly under the infusion of soul power, growing to three meters, five meters, and finally transforming into a giant hammer about seven meters long.

Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands, standing it vertically before him with the head facing down and the handle up, hiding his entire body behind the massive weapon.

Yes... he had chosen to take Bibi Dong's soul skill head-on.

Clang—!

A deafening sound of metal clashing exploded in the void!

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if two iron mountains had collided, causing the soul power barrier around the arena to ripple violently.

In the spectator stands, many audience members with lower cultivation levels instinctively covered their ears, grimacing in pain.

"Urgh—!"

Immediately following, Tang Hao let out a muffled scream.

He, along with the seven-meter-long Clear Sky Hammer, was sent flying by the terrifying power of the "Death Spider God Slash"!

With the hammer head leading and his body behind, he flew like a pebble struck by a bat, tracing a parabola through the air.

Clang!

The Clear Sky Hammer slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a dull, heavy thud, then transformed into a streak of black light and burrowed back into his body.

Thump, thump, thump—!

Tang Hao's body bounced a few times on the ground and rolled several more, flying over thirty meters before finally coming to a stop.

His robes were torn in several places by the gravel on the ground, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in dust; he looked utterly wretched.

"Ugh! Pfft—!"

He struggled to prop himself up, unable to stop a mouthful of blood from spraying out. The bright red blood splattered onto the Adamantine Rock floor, a shocking sight.

"Second Brother!"

Tang Yuehua cried out in alarm, hurriedly lifting her skirt and rushing over.

Her face was pale, her eyes rimmed with red, and she knelt beside Tang Hao, frantically pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.