In the sky outside Spirit City, golden light and bloody light were strangled crazily among the clouds.
Tang Hao fell into an almost crazy state.
He originally thought that on this Douluo Continent, except for the Qian Daoliu that had been avoiding him, no one could catch his ready-to-go Great Sumeru Hammer head-on.
But reality was like a big invisible hand that slapped his old face hard and loud.
The 100-meter-large Clear Sky Hammer was being held up by a slender finger of Su Yun. No matter how he roared and wildly activated the original power of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, the hammer head was unable to press down even one millimeter.
"Tang Hao, you are very strong, but it's a pity that your brain is not very good."
Su Yun stood in the sky, the white-gold Holy Son robes rustled in the strong wind, and eight huge Wings of Judgment slowly flapped, scattering countless golden radiances, purifying all the violent blood evil energy.
The index finger of his right hand tapped the hammer body lightly, and his left hand calmly shook the Ivory Folding Fan.
"You call this Great Sumeru Hammer? In my opinion, it's just a down-and-out drunkard venting his incompetent anger."
Su Yun was taunting while his consciousness moved slightly. The black Diary, which only he and several goddesses could see, once again bloomed with dazzling splendor in the void above Tang Hao's head.
The words are like a mountain, each word is heartbreaking!
[X day, X month, Yin. Location: Spirit City execution ground.]
[Tang Hao, this old guy is really good at twisting things. In order to save his wife, who he had "nurtured", he actually dared to swing a sledgehammer at the door of Spirit City.]
[To be honest, I admire Tang Hao's acting skills. Look at the affectionate look on his face, people who don't know really think he is doing it for love.]
[But what are the facts? Tang Hao, do you dare to swear in front of everyone in the world? Back then, when you were carrying the Ah Yin that was about to be produced, why did you have to run around on the route with the densest search teams for the Spirit Hall?]
[Why did you not reserve even the last bit of power to protect her soul when Ah Yin was sacrificed? Instead, you sucked up the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring cleanly immediately, and then killed everyone, making you the "youngest Titled Douluo"?]
[In fact, over the past few years, you have clearly known that Blue Silver Grass needs pure vitality, but you have insisted on planting her in the center of Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well's formation where ice and fire are intertwined and the vitality is suppressed to the extreme?]
[You are not waiting for her to be resurrected, you are eroding her self-awareness through this kind of torture, so that your precious son Tang San can take the second Soul Ring from her without any burden in the future, right?]
[Tsk, tsk, is this the 'tenderness' of Clear Sky Douluo? I think it's a 'calculation', right?]
"Ah! Shut up! You little bastard talking nonsense! I'll kill you!"
Tang Hao Seeing the golden words projected in mid-air, his whole body felt like he was struck by thunder.
His deepest secrets, those dark sides that even he himself had been deliberately forgetting, were actually stripped naked by this young man in an almost judgmental way, in front of the whole city Soul Master!
"Ring Detonation!! Great Sumeru Hammer, all nine rings explode!!"
Tang Hao's eyes were weeping with blood, and he could no longer care about the load on his body.
As he roared, the nine Soul Rings under his feet, which symbolized glory and killing, exploded one after another.
The energy that was violent enough to destroy the entire city was all concentrated on Clear Sky Hammer.
The entire sky darkened instantly, and only the giant hammer, as black as ink but burning with dark red flames, struck Su Yun on the head with the will to destroy all things.
"Su Yun! Be careful!"
On the city wall, Ning Rongrong made a startled sound, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand lit up instantly. Even from such a distance, she wanted to put a defense on Su Yun.
Zhu Zhuqing was biting her red lips, and Cat Claw Blade was already embedded in the palm of her hand due to excessive force.
Inside the Pope Palace, Pope Scepter in Bibi Dong's hand suddenly stopped, and Rakshasa Divine Power surged around her body. She would never allow anything to happen to Su Yun.
However, Su Yun, who was at the center of the storm, just smiled calmly.
"Nine rings explode together? That's it."
Su Yun put away the folding fan and slowly closed Diary. Two bright platinum lights suddenly burst out from his eyes.
"The fifth Soul Skill--Holy Tribunal, the second stage, Absolute Judgment!"
Rumble--!
The shadow of the huge golden cross in the sky solidified instantly, and countless Holy Chain engraved with ancient runes erupted from the cross, like giant dragons spanning time and space, instantly sealing the hundred-meter giant hammer Entanglement.
No matter how Tang Hao roars, the blood evil energy on Clear Sky Hammer dissipates every time Entanglement turns those chains.
"Tang Hao, do you think your hammer represents strength? No, it represents your sins."
Su Yun's body swayed, and he performed the god-level footwork rewarded by the system--Aurora Instant Shadow.
The next second, Su Yun's figure appeared in front of Tang Hao like Gui Mei. The five fingers of his right hand formed into claws, and with an irresistible pressure, he pressed directly on Tang Hao's forehead.
"Word Spirit·Deprivation!"
"Uh--!"
Tang Hao let out a miserable howl, and he felt that the Soul Power in his body, like a surging river, began to flow out crazily under the young man's press!
Not only that, his proud Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul actually let out bursts of whine under the suppression of the sacred aura, as if it was about to shrink back into the body.
"Dad!!"
Tang San below saw this scene and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst.
He never expected that the father of war, whom he thought was invincible, would fall into a dead end in front of Su Yun without even taking a single move!
"Su Yun, let go of my dad! Come at me if you dare!"
Tang San desperately pulled Godly Zhuge Crossbow away and fired sixteen crossbow arrows at Su Yun.
Su Yun didn't even turn his head, and waved a wing behind his back.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding--!"
Those crossbow arrows that were enough to kill Soul King turned into iron filings the moment they hit the wings.
"Tang San, don't worry."
Su Yun glanced condescendingly at Tang San, his eyes full of teasing.
"Wait until I destroy your father's cultivation and confiscate it, and then I'll have a good chat with you about Blue Silver Emperor."
Just when Su Yun was about to completely destroy Tang Hao, an old and majestic voice suddenly came from the mountains in the distance.
"His Highness the Holy Son, show mercy."
A golden stream of light pierced the sky. The person was wearing a golden robe, and six wings were also spread out on his back. However, the color of the wings looked darker and more ancient than Su Yun.
The visitors are none other than Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu looked at Su Yun complicatedly.
He was originally in retreat at the Worship Hall, but was awakened by the fluctuation of this god-level Martial Soul.
When he saw Su Yun's strength that surpassed common sense, he was not only shocked, but also felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
That is the rise of the Angel Clan.
But when he saw Tang Hao being pinned down by Su Yun, he still couldn't help but plead for mercy.
After all, he had an agreement with Tang Hao's grandfather, Tang Chen.
Su Yun stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Qian Daoliu, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth:
"Great Enshrined? You want to save him?"
Su Yun took out Diary again and added a few more strokes to the page filled with the secrets of the angel clan.
[Today's episode: Qian Daoliu This old man actually came out to be the peacemaker.]
[Old man, old man, you are too pedantic. You care about the old relationship with Tang Chen, but how did the descendants of the Tang Clan treat you?]
[That Tang San will use Asura Sword to chop off your granddaughter Qian Renxue's foundation and make the whole Spirit Hall bleed into a river. If you save his father now, aren't you just digging a hole for yourself?]
[And, you thought you were saving Tang Hao? No, you were saving a white-eyed wolf who was ready to bite Angel Clan at any time.]
[Since you're out, old man, okay, I'll give you some face. Tang Hao doesn't need to be killed, but his life... has to be decided by another person.]
Qian Daoliu Looking at the diary text projected in mid-air, his whole body felt like he was struck by lightning.
Although he didn't understand Daoji and beheading, the sense of crisis revealed in the words made his original determination to save people waver.
Su Yun sneered, pulled back sharply with his right hand, and threw Tang Hao, who had lost all strength, onto Spirit City's city wall like trash.
"Salas, watch him. If he dares to move, just use Holy Chain to pierce his pipa bone."
"Subordinates take orders!"
Salas was so excited that his face was red. This is Titled Douluo! Now he is guarding him like a dead dog!
Su Yun turned in the air and his eyes fell in the direction of the Pope Palace's back garden.
"Ah Yin, after watching for so long, don't you plan to come out and meet your good husband?"
As Su Yun's words fell.
A faint blue light soared into the sky from the back garden.
In the midst of everyone's attention, a woman wearing a light blue dress, with an extremely gentle appearance and surrounded by divine light, slowly walked through the air.
At this moment, the entire Spirit City fell into deathly silence.
Tang Hao's eyes widened, and those originally cloudy eyes showed unprecedented fear and obsession.
"Ah...Ah Yin? You are resurrected? You are really resurrected!"
Tang Hao struggled to rush forward, but was held down by the two Soul Douluo next to Salas.
Tang San just stood there, his lips trembling:
"Mom... is that mom?"
However, Ah Yin stood next to Su Yun, and in those gentle eyes looking at Tang Hao, there was no trace of love, only endless sorrow and determination.
"Tang Hao."
Ah Yin's voice is as beautiful as a lark, but it is filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
"Master Su Yun is right. Following you, I am just a stepping stone for the Tang Clan's rise. But following him, I am a real person."
"No!! This is impossible! Ah Yin What are you talking about! I love you!"
Tang Hao roared like crazy.
Su Yun hugged Ah Yin's slender waist and showed an extremely arrogant winner's smile to Tang Hao.
"Tang Hao, in this game, you not only lost your hammer, you also lost your wife."
"Next, let's talk about the piece of 'Soul Bone' on your son Tang San."