Everyone-Must Die!!!

The four walls of the stone chamber shuddered violently, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the blue-black stone surface.

Debris rained down from the ceiling, pelting Tang Hao's head, but he remained completely oblivious.

The entire chamber teetered on the brink of collapse from that single roar; cracks spidered across the skylight in the dome, and fine stone dust poured down like rain.

That terrifying sound wave surged out through the skylight, momentarily drowning out the roar of the waterfall as it rippled outward toward the surrounding mountain ranges.

The sound waves reverberated through the valley, bouncing off the cliff faces and overlapping in layered echoes, startling countless birds in the forest into taking flight in a frantic flurry.

In the distant mountains, several Soul Masters who had come to try their luck stopped in their tracks.

"Did you hear that?"

A burly man carrying a mountain-splitting axe turned his head, peering toward the direction the sound had come from.

"I heard it."

His companion narrowed his eyes, licking his parched lips.

"Such intense Soul Power fluctuations... In that direction, could it be a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

The group exchanged glances.

No one spoke, but a flicker of identical greed flashed in every pair of eyes.

The next moment, they turned in unison and bolted toward the valley.

Further away, even more Soul Masters had heard the roar that shook the forest.

Whether they stopped mid-journey or crawled out from makeshift tents, they all stared toward the same direction.

After a brief silence, figures began to dart about, converging into scattered streams of people pouring toward the valley from all sides.

Inside the stone chamber, the tremors grew increasingly violent.

The already unstable structure finally gave way under the impact of Tang Hao's Soul Power; a rock the size of a millstone fell from the dome, followed by a second, then a third.

With a thunderous roar, the entire stone chamber collapsed.

A second later, a streak of blood-red light burst from the ruins.

Tang Hao stood atop the pile of rubble, his entire body shrouded in a layer of blood-red Soul Power.

The Soul Power was so dense it was nearly tangible, swirling around him like a rolling mist of blood.

The debris beneath his feet shifted and ground together under the pressure of his aura, emitting a dull, grating sound.

His eyes, once clouded, were now suffused with a deep, crimson red.

His chest heaved violently, each exhalation sounding like the coarse wheezing of an old bellows.

A surging, uncontrollable rage filled Tang Hao's heart.

Every heartbeat only stoked that fire higher.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms; blood seeped from between his fingers, only to be instantly vaporized by the blood-red Soul Power radiating from his skin.

Right now, there was only one thought in Tang Hao's mind.

Whoever had taken Ah Yin's Soul Bone, he would find them and tear them limb from limb.

Just as Tang Hao's emotions reached a critical breaking point, where a single spark could trigger an explosion, movement suddenly came from the cliffside.

Several Soul Masters who had been closest appeared on the ridge.

Dressed in a motley assortment of gear and wielding various weapons, they were clearly a group of rogue cultivators who had banded together temporarily.

The leader was a bald man wielding a broadsword with a ghost-head pommel; he peered downward, muttering to himself.

"The noise just now came from down here, right?"

Before they could even grasp the situation below, Tang Hao snapped his head up.

His crimson eyes locked onto the figures on the cliff, his gaze pinning them down as if it were a physical weight.

Under that stare, the bald man felt his hair stand on end and instinctively took a half-step back.

Before they could react, Tang Hao moved.

He transformed into a streak of blood-red light, launching himself into the air and dragging a long, crimson tail of flame as he charged straight at the Soul Masters on the cliff.

Mid-flight, a flash of black light erupted from his right hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer—jet-black and etched with dense, blood-red patterns—appeared in his palm.

The hammer was broad and heavy, and the handle creaked in his grip as he squeezed it. The blood-red patterns flared with a blinding light as he poured his Soul Power into them, trailing a meteor-like tail of flame that seemed to cleave the sky in two.

"BOOM—"

A deafening roar echoed through the valley.

Debris rained down from the cliff like a torrential downpour, and as the dust settled, a massive, jagged hole was left in the oval-shaped cliff face.

The edges of the break were terrifyingly smooth, with wisps of blood-red Soul Power lingering in the night wind before slowly dissipating.

As for those Soul Masters—

They hadn't even managed to let out a single scream.

Mangled, unrecognizable limbs mixed with rubble as they plummeted to the valley floor, only to be buried by the falling stones that followed, forming a raised mound.

Only a few trickles of dark red liquid seeped slowly from the gaps between the rocks.

Tang Hao hovered in mid-air, gripping his Clear Sky Hammer.

The bloodstains on the hammer's surface faded and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye, entirely absorbed by the eerie blood-colored patterns etched into the weapon.

Within a few breaths, the hammer's surface was restored to its original state, smooth as a mirror and black enough to reflect a person's silhouette.

Only those blood-colored patterns appeared a shade more vivid than before.

"Not enough."

Tang Hao squeezed the two words through his teeth, his voice as raspy as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

The weight of these few Soul Masters was too insignificant; they hadn't even stirred up a ripple, let alone provided an outlet for the turbulent, violent emotions surging within him.

His rage had not been vented in the slightest; instead, the sight of blood had only made it more uncontrollable.

He raised his head once more.

His Title Douluo-level spiritual power spread out in all directions like a tidal wave, enveloping the mountain ranges for dozens of miles around.

In his perception, the Soul Masters rushing toward the valley were like a swarm of conspicuous fireflies in the dark night, lighting up one after another—dense, countless, and swarming.

It didn't matter if the culprits who had stolen Ah Yin's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone were among them; what mattered was that they had come seeking the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone—

For that alone, they had already paved their own path to death!

"Everyone—"

Tang Hao spoke coldly. His voice was not loud, yet it carried a chill that seemed to freeze the very air.

The crimson in his eyes reached its peak at this moment, nearly drowning out his pupils.

The blood-colored Soul Power surging around his body flared, illuminating his face like an Asura crawling out of hell.

"Must die!!!"

As the three words fell, he transformed once again into a streak of blood-red light, tearing through the sky as he charged toward the next group of unfortunate souls.

The Clear Sky Hammer trailed behind him, its blood-colored patterns leaving a long, crimson trail of fire in his high-speed wake, slicing the entire sky in two.

In the distance, a group of Soul Masters traveling toward the valley suddenly came to a halt.

The middle-aged man leading the group looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.