Beating Up Tang Hao's Brother!

The entire hotel fell silent in an instant.

The diners in the lobby froze, their hands suspended in mid-air, wine glasses held to their lips and forgotten.

"I... I didn't see that wrong, did I?"

"That person who just flew out... was that Tang Hao? Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Twins?!"

"Impossible! Tang Hao broke through to Soul Saint at only thirty years old, level seventy-one! He is the greatest genius the Clear Sky Sect has produced in a century; how could he be sent flying by a single punch from a mere girl?"

"Are you blind? She didn't even activate her Soul Rings!"

The murmurs erupted like a tidal wave.

Tang Xiao's expression turned as dark as water.

He stared fixedly at Liu Erlong, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"You are courting death!"

The next second—

Two yellow, two purple, and four black rings.

Eight Soul Rings exploded from beneath his feet, their blinding radiance illuminating the entire hotel as if it were broad daylight.

A terrifying soul pressure descended like a collapsing mountain, the shockwave overturning tables and chairs, scattering food and wine across the floor.

The onlookers scrambled backward, someone exclaiming, "An eight-ring Soul Douluo! It's Tang Xiao! The strongest successor of the current Clear Sky Sect!"

Tang Xiao took a step forward, his fist wreathed in the momentum of thunder as he smashed toward Liu Erlong.

However.

Liu Erlong was faster.

Her figure left an afterimage behind, and she vanished from the spot like a ghost.

Tang Xiao's pupils contracted violently.

The next moment, A slender leg, accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air, swept fiercely against his waist.

Divine Dragon Tail Whip!

Bang!

Tang Xiao let out a muffled groan, his body sent flying as if struck by a truck, crashing precisely into Tang Hao, who was just about to charge in.

The two brothers collided, rolling over a dozen times in the mud before coming to a stop.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

"This..."

"She kicked an eight-ring Soul Douluo away with one leg?"

"And she didn't even activate her Soul Rings!!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

The soul masters in the hotel widened their eyes, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Ye Yinling's face flushed red, her hands balled into fists as she stomped her feet in excitement. "Senior Sister is so cool!"

Tang Yuehua, wearing her mask, felt her fingers tremble slightly.

Her second brother, Tang Hao, and her eldest brother, Tang Xiao.

Since she was a child, these two brothers had been synonymous with genius in her eyes, insurmountable mountains.

But now...

They had been kicked away by her senior sister as if they were nothing more than soccer balls.

"If you stepped into the ring, you could beat them just as badly."

Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind, laced with amusement.

Tang Yuehua's eyes flickered, and though she remained silent, her heart began to beat a little faster.

The Blue Silver Empress, A-Yin, stood to the side, her mouth slightly agape, her blue eyes filled with disbelief.

This girl, who looked to be only in her teens, had actually sent the Clear Sky Twins flying with just a single punch and a kick?

Who exactly was she?

Amidst the dust and smoke, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao climbed to their feet.

Their faces were livid, their eyes burning with raging fury.

Tang Hao rubbed the bruise on his face, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared fixedly at the black-clad figure standing in the doorway.

"Who exactly are you?"

His voice was low, heavy with suppressed rage.

Liu Erlong crossed her arms over her chest and slowly walked out of the hotel entrance.

Her black dress swayed gently in the wind, her golden vertical pupils gleaming eerily in the shadows.

She curled her lips, offering no reply.

The next moment—

Two yellow, one purple, three black.

Six Soul Rings emerged from beneath her feet, slowly pulsing around her.

Soul Emperor!

A six-ring Soul Emperor!

And—

The fourth ring was a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

"A Ten Thousand Year fourth ring?! How is that possible!"

"How did she do it? Absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring across levels is fatal!"

"A six-ring Soul Emperor... but she beat up a Soul Saint and a Soul Douluo without even activating her Soul Rings just now?"

"And look at her age, she's thirteen or fourteen at most, right? Where did this monster come from?! A six-ring Soul Emperor in her teens!"

The entire venue erupted in uproar.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

This young woman was far younger than them. Even a genius should only be at the Soul Venerable level at most.

But her Soul Ring configuration and her strength were completely beyond their comprehension.

"You've really outdone yourself," Liu Erlong sneered, "The Twin Stars of Clear Sky Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, the number one weapon spirit in the world."

"Is that all?"

Tang Hao's face flushed red. "You—"

"You are no match for me."

Liu Erlong interrupted him directly, raising her right hand and beckoning them with her index finger.

"Come at me together."

As her words fell, the entire crowd exploded.

"What? She wants to fight two on one?"

"A six-ring Soul Emperor against a seven-ring Soul Saint and an eight-ring Soul Douluo? She's insane!"

"If she actually wins... this will be a battle written into the history of the Soul Master world!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There's a gap of two entire major ranks between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Douluo!"

The Soul Masters in the hotel were in a frenzy, some excitedly slamming the tables, others staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

A-Yin's mouth hung open, gazing dazedly at Liu Erlong.

This girl... was too arrogant.

Yet, her arrogance didn't evoke dislike, only a surge of excitement.

"Miss," A-Yin couldn't help but speak, her voice gentle, "We were wrong earlier, and you've already taught them a lesson. How about we let this matter go?"

She looked at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, her eyes pleading.

"You two, apologize to her, and this matter will be over."

A-Yin didn't want to see the conflict escalate, and even less did she want to see this young woman get hurt.

However.

Her words were like pouring oil on the fire.

Tang Hao's face turned the color of liver.

In front of the woman he admired, being sent flying by a girl younger than him, and now being asked to apologize?

Was this a joke!

"A-Yin, don't worry about it!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, his fists clenched, knuckles cracking.

"This matter cannot end here today!"

Tang Xiao's face also darkened, his gaze fixed grimly on Liu Erlong.

The dignity of the Clear Sky Sect could not be challenged.

Especially not in front of A-Yin.

"Young lady," Tang Xiao said in a low voice, "You do possess some skill, but you are far too arrogant. The name of the Clear Sky Sect is not something a mere Soul Emperor can trample upon."

Liu Erlong tilted her head, the curve of her lips widening slightly.

"So much nonsense."

She lifted her right foot and stomped hard on the ground.

Boom!

With her as the center, cracks spread across the ground, and rubble flew.

"Come on, let this old lady see how much the Clear Sky Sect is worth."

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance and moved simultaneously.

"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!"

Tang Hao struck first, the Clear Sky Hammer appearing in his hand out of nowhere. The massive hammerhead whistled through the air as it swung towards Liu Erlong.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers—

Each strike was more powerful than the last, the hammer winds exploding in waves of air. Paving stones were ripped from the ground, and rubble scattered.

Tang Xiao flanked from the side, his Clear Sky Hammer sweeping horizontally, aiming for Liu Erlong's lower body.

The brothers cooperated with perfect tacit understanding, one above, one below, one direct, one tricky, sealing off all of Liu Erlong's escape routes.

The onlookers gasped, "So strong! Is this the cooperation of the Clear Sky Twins? That little girl is finished!"

However.

Liu Erlong took a step forward, her right arm rising sharply.

First Soul Skill: Golden Holy Flame Possession.

All attributes doubled.

Second Soul Skill, Golden Holy Flame Dragon Arm.

Right arm strength and attack doubled.

A golden holy flame dragon roared from her body, exuding a terrifying aura.

Liu Erlong's eyes turned into Golden Dragon Eyes, and faint golden dragon scales appeared on her body.

Her right arm was already glowing with a faint golden light, the phantom of dragon scales flickering in and out of existence.

Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique?

The power kept stacking.

Which idiot would give you such an opportunity?

She directly extended her left hand, her fingers like iron pincers, and grabbed the head of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave erupted from her palm, and the ground beneath her feet instantly cracked, the fissures spreading like a spiderweb.

But Liu Erlong's stance remained unmoving.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted: "What?!"

Although his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique hadn't stacked to level five yet, even a Soul Sage would have to avoid its sharp edge.

But now, It was caught barehanded by a Soul Emperor?

And... her hand didn't even tremble?

"Is that all?"

Liu Erlong sneered, her fingers tightening.

Crack.

Faint cracks actually appeared on the Clear Sky Hammer?!

Tang Hao's expression changed drastically. He tried to pull back the Clear Sky Hammer, only to find it seemed welded to Liu Erlong's hand, unmoving.

At this moment, Tang Xiao's sweep had arrived.

Liu Erlong flicked her right hand, directly meeting Tang Xiao's Clear Sky Hammer.

Bang!

Another dull thud.

Tang Xiao's attack, from an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, was also blocked by her single hand.

Her feet sank half an inch into the ground, but her body remained as steady as a mountain.

After all, Liu Erlong had activated her first and second Soul Skills.

All attributes increased by two times, and right arm attack and strength increased by an additional two times.

Coupled with Jiang Ce's independent multiplier of 5 times.

Liu Erlong's all-attribute increase was 15 times, with strength and attack additionally increased by 15 times!

The entire arena was dead silent.

"Catching the Clear Sky Hammer barehanded..."

"Still taking on both at once..."

"Is she really just a Soul Emperor?"

Cold sweat beaded on the foreheads of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

The strength of the young girl before them simply did not seem human.

Liu Erlong exerted force with both hands, pushing away their Clear Sky Hammers simultaneously, forcing Tang Hao and Tang Xiao to stagger back several steps.

"Is that it? The number one tool martial soul in the world?"

Liu Erlong shook her hands, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Are your hammers made of paper?"

Tang Hao's face turned livid as he let out a roar, and seven Soul Rings lit up at once.

"Clear Sky Avatar!"

The Clear Sky Hammer swelled several times in size, the hammerhead looming like a small mountain, crashing down with the pressure of world-ending destruction.

Tang Xiao also unleashed his move: "Clear Sky Avatar!"

Two Clear Sky Hammers, one large and one small, struck toward Liu Erlong with the momentum of a thunderbolt.

This was the Clear Sky Sect's signature combined technique; when the two brothers joined forces, even a Titled Douluo would have to avoid their edge.

Liu Erlong sneered.

"Now that's more like it."

She stomped hard against the ground, launching herself forward like a cannonball.

She slammed a fist into Tang Xiao's Clear Sky Hammer.

Boom!

A terrifying explosion rang out, the shockwave uprooting trees for dozens of meters around and shattering every window in the hotel.

Tang Xiao's Clear Sky Hammer was forcibly knocked off course, and the massive recoil caused the webbing between his thumb and forefinger to split, blood streaming down.

Liu Erlong spun her body and delivered a roundhouse kick to the face of Tang Xiao's hammer.

Bang!

Tang Xiao, along with his hammer, flew backward, snapping three large trees before coming to a halt.

"Impossible..."

Tang Xiao clutched his hand, blood dripping down, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On his Clear Sky Hammer, there was actually a fist imprint.

Leaving a fist imprint on a Clear Sky Hammer?

What kind of monster was this?

Liu Erlong retracted her fist, her golden vertical pupils surveying the scene with contempt.

"Clear Sky Sect? Hmph."

She turned around, facing away from the two, her voice cold.

"Nothing special."

Her black dress fluttered in the wind, the golden light of her dragon scales gradually fading, leaving behind only an arrogantly upright silhouette.

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

All the onlookers widened their eyes, their throats dry, unable to utter a word.

A six-ring Soul Emperor.

One against two.

Crushing a seven-ring Soul Saint and an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

Catching Clear Sky Hammers with bare hands.

Leaving a fist mark on the hammer.

This was a myth, right?

A-Yin covered her mouth, her blue eyes filled with shock.

Ye Yinling jumped up in excitement: "Senior Sister is awesome!"

Beneath her mask, Tang Yuehua's eyes turned slightly red.

She looked at her two disheveled brothers, then back at Liu Erlong's retreating figure.

By now, her own blood was boiling, and she felt the urge to give her two brothers a beating.

Anyway, her two brothers had thick skin and sturdy flesh.

Giving them a beating shouldn't be a problem.

She would just have to hold back her strength.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao helped each other stand up, their faces filled with dishevelment and resentment.

They wanted to say something, but found their throats felt as if they were blocked.

Liu Erlong's voice reached their ears.

"Remember, the one who beat you today is named Liu Erlong."

"Still not convinced? Come find me anytime."

After speaking, she strode toward the hotel.

If it weren't for the sake of Tang Yuehua, she would have beaten the living daylights out of them.

However, she did not know that Tang Yuehua, seeing her two brothers being brutally beaten, was also eager to give it a try.

Truly a case of brotherly love and sisterly respect!

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's faces were livid, their fists clenched until they creaked, yet they couldn't squeeze out a single word of rebuttal.

It wasn't that they couldn't fight anymore.

It was that they had no face left to fight.

Two grown men, one a Spirit Saint and the other a Spirit Douluo, had been pinned down and beaten by a six-ringed little girl in full view of everyone—

They had lost two-on-one, and they were still going to charge back in?

That wouldn't be bravery; it would be ensuring they had lost every shred of dignity.

The whispers of the surrounding onlookers pierced them like knives:

"The Clear Sky Twins... actually lost?"

"A six-ring beating an eight-ring? And she won? My ears must be failing me!"

"Her martial soul is a Golden Dragon, what's her background? When did such a monster appear on the continent?"

"A teenage Spirit Emperor, crushing two opponents at once... I've lived half my life for nothing."

Tang Hao's ears were buzzing.

He dared not look into A-Yin's eyes.

To be beaten like a stray dog in front of the woman he admired—

The faces of the Clear Sky Sect's ancestors had been completely lost by the two of them today.

Just then, a bright, cheerful voice rang out.

"Big sister, do you like eating Heaven Snow Spirit Soup? Then let me treat you."

"Ah? Don't... don't be like that, little sister..."