"Smash!"
At Tang Hao's command, the enormous seven-colored hammer in the sky came crashing down, carrying an aura of unparalleled terror.
The Clear Sky Hammer that spent ten thousand years gathering power in the original story?
Understanding flashed through Yang Fan's eyes.
Then let me see the power of the so-called strongest tool Martial Soul on the continent.
A pair of enormous dragon wings spread behind Yang Fan.
As his wings beat, his fair hands, shimmering with nine-colored light, closed gently around empty air.
A golden dragon spear appeared in one hand and a silver one in the other.
He thrust the Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear forward together.
Twin Dragons Dance Across the Heavens!
Gold and silver dragon-shaped spear rays shot from the two spears.
The twin dragons entwined, becoming a nine-colored dragon's silhouette.
Boom!
The collision of hammer and dragon sent a massive wave surging outward.
Then Yang Fan's nine-colored dragon overwhelmed the hammer and surged back with crushing force.
"No! How is that possible?"
Facing the dragon's returning charge, Tang Hao's pupils contracted. His expression shifted in an instant.
Shock gave way to disbelief, then to fierce fear and unwillingness.
"No! Impossible! I have the power of the Plane Master of the Douluo Plane!"
Disbelief filled his voice.
"Little San said that on this continent, my power was absolutely invin—"
Before he could finish, before he could even scream, the dragon-shaped spear ray shattered Tang Hao's body into fragments of the Clear Sky Hammer.
Then the fragments dissolved into countless streams of seven-colored power.
It was the power of the Douluo Plane that Tang Hao had stolen.
Now he tried to use that same power to conceal himself and flee.
*If I can just get back to the crystal Little San made for me, I'll