The two sides landed and stood facing each other from a distance.
Tang Hao's hand, gripping the hammer handle, trembled slightly uncontrollably, but what he cared about more was the turmoil in his heart.
He used seven-tenths of his strength in that hammer blow, yet it failed to harm his opponent in the slightest!
Even if Bone Douluo is known as the world's number one defensive Soul Master, he couldn't possibly have such powerful defense, could he?
Meanwhile, Gu Rong slowly withdrew his Bone Dragon Martial Soul and looked down at his unharmed palm.
He even stretched his muscles and bones, feeling the indestructible, indestructible new power within his body.
An indescribable ecstasy welled up inside me.
So this is the power bestowed upon me by my predecessor!
Gu Rong raised her head and looked at Tang Hao, her eyes no longer showing any restraint, only naked mockery.
That's it?
He curled his lip, looking at the massive black hammer with the kind of gaze one would give a piece of scrap metal.
"I thought the Clear Sky Douluo, who was famous throughout the continent more than ten years ago, was something special."
"You hammer, it seems now, isn't even good enough to tickle this old man!"
These words, even more so than the hard impact of the hammer blow, made Tang Hao's blood surge.
Utter disgrace!
Tang Hao, who had roamed the continent for half his life, had never suffered such humiliation!
Under Bone Douluo's gaze, Tang Hao's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he began to pant heavily.
Before he could react, Ning Fengzhi had already stepped out from behind Gu Rong.
" Tang Hao, you're so impressive!"
His signature gentle smile was gone, and even his anger was gone.
There was only a deathly silence and coldness, which made Tang Hao feel a chill down his spine.
"They attacked us so brutally the moment we met!"
"Who gave you the guts?"
Tang Hao's anger was completely ignited by these words, and his hoarse voice was filled with a bloodthirsty stench.
"Excessive?"
" Ning Fengzhi, how dare you say those two words to me?"
"If you hadn't jumped in and caused trouble, how could the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast we were supposed to have scared away have been gone!"
Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
Ning Fengzhi and Sword and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance and instantly understood.
It turned out to be that Soft Bone Rabbit.
Ning Fengzhi sneered inwardly.
What an overbearing Clear Sky Douluo!
What a clever "reservation"!
Natural treasures belong to those of virtue.
All the Soul Beast in the world have become the private property of your Tang family?
How ridiculous.
In the past, Ning Fengzhi might have given way and tried to persuade the enraged Clear Sky Douluo with kind words.
But now...
His way of thinking has completely changed.
He glanced behind him at Zhu Zhuyun, who was being protected by Sword Douluo in the Soul Power storm. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes remained calm.
Divine Envoy!
This is the Divine Envoy from the Senior's Restaurant!
She is the future Divine Consort!
Let alone being affected by Tang Hao's killing intent, if she lost even a single hair today, and that senior blamed her, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might not even know how they died!
Compared to the senior's rage, Tang Hao is nothing!
In an instant, the scales in Ning Fengzhi's heart tipped decisively.
" Uncle Bone."
Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out, calm and undisturbed.
"Please, escort the Divine Envoy Zhu Zhuyun back to the Maple Dye Pavilion first."
" The Divine Envoy noble status and must not be frightened or harmed in this place."
"Otherwise, neither you nor I, nor even the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, can withstand the wrath of that lord."
Divine Envoy?
Maple Dye Pavilion?
Tang Hao frowned deeply.
He followed Ning Fengzhi's gaze and noticed the girl in black who was being protected in the center, her eyes filled with disdain.
It's just a matter of Martial Soul Evolution, and they're treating people like gods?
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is really going backwards.
An idea flashed through his mind.
His true purpose in coming to Spirit City was to find the person behind the scenes who could mass-produce powerful individuals.
The strength of the Spirit Hall must not be increased any further!
Such beings must die!
Or, it could fall under the control of the Clear Sky Sect!
Capturing this so-called " Divine Envoy " might make achieving this goal much easier!
However, this thought lasted for less than half a second before he forcibly suppressed it.
He subconsciously glanced at his hand, which was still slightly numb.
no.
That old guy, Gu Rong, is acting strangely.
His bones are incredibly hard!
Capturing that so-called Divine Envoy might make it easier to eliminate that so-called master whose Martial Soul Evolution!
However, after glancing at Bone Douluo beside him, he abandoned the idea. Something was wrong with Bone Douluo!
That defensive power is simply bizarre!
That claw strike just now was not the power that the Bone Douluo he remembered possessed.
It would be better to let him leave, thus reducing the fighting force around Ning Fengzhi.
Tang Hao's killing intent subtly receded.
Bone Douluo, carrying Zhu Zhuyun, transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the darkness of the night.
Tang Hao simply watched coldly, without intervening.
Losing one of the unparalleled defensive Bone Douluo is a good thing for him.
In the arena, only Tang Hao, Ning Fengzhi, and Sword Douluo remained.
The atmosphere became extremely heavy at this moment.
Ning Fengzhi a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn.
" Uncle Sword!"
He gave a low shout, and his right palm shone brightly, the dazzling eight-colored light about to condense into a tower.
Facing Clear Sky Douluo, he dared not be careless in the slightest and had to amplify Sword Douluo's state to its maximum immediately!
However, a hand gently pressed on his shoulder.
"Charm."
Sword Douluo's voice was very calm, so calm that it was completely undisturbed, as if the person standing in front of him was not the famous Clear Sky Douluo shook the continent, but just an ordinary stone.
"Put it away."
Ning Fengzhi, turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with seriousness.
" Uncle Sword, this is Tang Hao!"
"I know."
Sword Douluo's gaze finally shifted from Ning Fengzhi to Tang Hao in the distance.
His eyes, which had once been lifeless from cutting down chamber pots, were now as clear as an autumn lake, without the slightest ripple.
He wasn't looking at a major enemy.
Rather, they are examining a sword that needs to be appraised, or a piece of jade that needs to be carved.
"Perfect."
The corners of Sword Douluo's mouth actually curled up slightly.
"I have yet to truly test the swordsmanship bestowed upon me by my senior."
"Let's use him as a starting point."
Ning Fengzhi's mind went blank for a moment.
Then he realized that Uncle Sword was no longer the Uncle Sword he used to be!
Tang Hao's brows furrowed even deeper.
Sharpening?
You want me, Tang Hao, to be your test subject?
What arrogance!
Sword Douluo slowly stepped forward, his aura remaining unchanged at level ninety-six.
But his entire "intention" changed.
He simply stood there, as if he had merged with all things in the world, transforming himself into an invisible and intangible yet omnipresent sword.
He looked at the jet-black Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, shook his head slightly, and his voice carried a hint of regret, as if offering guidance.
"Your hammer is too heavy and too clumsy."
"The opening move is an opening."
"Accumulating power is a weakness."
Even the way you're holding the hammer right now...
Sword Douluo paused, his gaze calmly meeting Tang Hao's eyes, which were already burning with rage.
"That's also a flaw."