Martial Soul True Body confrontation

Qin Chuan did not turn and flee.

Now that Er Ming had taken Xiao Wu completely away from danger, the goal of his trip had already been achieved. Running anymore was meaningless, so he simply met Tang Hao's killing intent head-on.

Heavenly Dao Power rose beneath his feet, and his body hovered in the air. Soul Power flowed around his right wrist, cold light flashed, and the Zhu Xian Sword fell steadily into his palm as biting sword qi swept around him.

"Hmph. I won't deny it. You're a genius rarely seen in a hundred years." Tang Hao's gaze pinned itself to the long sword in Qin Chuan's hand, his tone full of disdain and viciousness. "But in my life, the people I kill are precisely arrogant geniuses like you."

Qin Chuan's five fingers clenched tightly around the sword hilt, and the corner of his lips pulled into an icy, bone-chilling curve.

"Tang Hao, do you still remember [Yuze Village]?"

The expression on Tang Hao's face shifted for the briefest instant.

The change was so fleeting that an ordinary person could never have caught it, but Qin Chuan's Samsara Eye missed nothing. He clearly saw Tang Hao's brow twitch sharply, and his Adam's apple roll uncontrollably.

"Hmm?" Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and sized Qin Chuan up and down for several seconds. Then he suddenly let out a low laugh, without the slightest warmth in it, only cold, brutal cruelty.

"So you're an orphan from Yuze Village. No wonder you oppose me at every turn. You hid that hatred rather deeply."

Qin Chuan's arm trembled slightly, not out of fear of the Title Douluo before him, but from the bone-deep hatred surging endlessly in his heart.

He clenched his back teeth, every word ringing like metal, his voice echoing across the open ground. "Tang Hao, you feared the unique bloodline talent of [Yuze Village], so you slaughtered the entire village of innocent villagers. Today, on behalf of all the wronged souls of Yuze Village who died in injustice, I swear I will level the Clear Sky Sect and make you pay your blood debt in blood!"

Tang Hao threw his head back and laughed, the booming sound sweeping across the entire clearing and shaking dry leaves from the branches in sheets.

"Heh heh heh!"

The laughter stopped abruptly. All the mockery on his face vanished, leaving only pure, merciless, dead-cold killing intent.

"A mere level 71 Soul Sage dares speak such madness before me?"

The Soul Power around Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer surged wildly. Gray currents wrapped around his entire body, and an overwhelming pressure crashed down on Qin Chuan from every direction.

"Brat, today I'll let you experience true, bone-deep despair for yourself."

Tang Hao's seventh soul ring lit up.

A pitch-black ring, dark as night, rose from beneath his feet, carrying heaven-covering Soul Power fluctuations as it swallowed his body completely.

Martial Soul Avatar!

Tang Hao's body began to swell. His bones stretched, his muscles expanded, and his gray robe was torn into strips, revealing the dark-red skin beneath, covered in slaughter patterns.

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.

In the end, a dark-red giant forty meters tall stood in the dense woods of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The giant's face still bore Tang Hao's outline, but enlarged countless times, that oppressive might had also been magnified to the extreme. His eyes were like two red lanterns, looking down on Qin Chuan from above.

In his right hand was a proportionally enlarged Clear Sky Hammer, black as ink, its surface flowing with dark-red thunder patterns. The hammerhead was more than five meters across, and the handle alone was as thick as a roof beam.

The ground sank half a meter under the giant's weight.

The surrounding trees, driven by the shockwave of Soul Power, all toppled outward in unison.

Qin Chuan was a level 71 Soul Sage, and he could also activate his Martial Soul Avatar!

The Zhu Xian Sword's Martial Soul Avatar was different from Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer Avatar.

Qin Chuan's body likewise swelled, but faster and by a greater margin. Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters.

In the end, a black giant shadow equal in height to Tang Hao's true form appeared at the other end of the clearing.

The giant shadow was pitch-black from head to toe, with the outline of Qin Chuan's body, but its entire form was shrouded in a cold, gray light. That was the killing aura unique to the Zhu Xian Sword, magnified to its limit in the Martial Soul Avatar state.

In the giant shadow's right hand was a fifty-meter-long greatsword, its blade narrow and long, its surface flowing with patterns like dragon scales.

The two giants stood less than fifty meters apart, facing each other across a space flattened by the shockwaves of their Soul Power.

Tang Hao lowered his head and glanced at Qin Chuan's Martial Soul Avatar, his brows furrowing slightly.

This brat had become far stronger than he was three years ago.

Three years ago, this young man had only been level 56, and he had used a single sword to take one hammer strike at thirty percent of Tang Hao's strength head-on. Now he was level 71, and in the Martial Soul Avatar state, his Soul Power fluctuations were already no weaker than those of an ordinary Soul Douluo.

But Tang Hao did not take it seriously.

Level 71 was level 71. The gap in rank was not something martial soul quality could make up for.

"Come." Tang Hao's voice came down from forty meters up, carrying a rumbling echo.

His Clear Sky Hammer rose high.

Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, first strike.

Buzz!

Tang Hao's giant hammer carried a terrifying force that warped the air as it came chopping diagonally down from above. As the hammerhead cut through the air, it left a dark-red arc behind it.

It was extremely fast.

A forty-meter-tall giant, yet the speed of his hammer swing was as quick as lightning.

Qin Chuan's Samsara Eye captured the hammerhead's trajectory at the first moment. Every angle, every bit of force, was analyzed by him with perfect clarity.

He did not take it head-on.

Last time in the valley, he had blocked Tang Hao's hammer strike at thirty percent power with the Zhu Xian Sword and had nearly had his hand ruined by the impact. Although he was much stronger now, clashing head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer was still suicide.

Qin Chuan's enormous figure shifted sideways in a flash, the fifty-meter giant sword sweeping across in front of him, its blade angled.

It was not a block, but a deflection.

Bang!

The head of the Clear Sky Hammer scraped along the blade of the Zhu Xian Sword and slid past. The tremendous impact traveled down the sword into Qin Chuan's arm, numbing half his body.

But he held steady.

The hammerhead smashed into the ground behind him.

Rumble!

The earth exploded. A huge crater over thirty meters wide appeared beneath them, soil and shattered rock spraying a hundred meters into the air.

Before Tang Hao could draw his hammer back, Qin Chuan's counterattack had already arrived.

"Sword Intent!" Qin Chuan brought the giant sword down in a vertical slash.

A gray sword shadow fifty meters long broke away from the blade, carrying a sharpness that seemed capable of tearing through everything as it shot straight toward Tang Hao's chest.

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

He flicked his Clear Sky Hammer up from the ground, meeting that sword shadow head-on.

Bang!

The sword shadow struck the hammerhead and burst into gray fragments of light that filled the air. Those shards still carried lingering sharpness, leaving more than a dozen pale marks across Tang Hao's dark-red skin.

They did not break his defense.

But Tang Hao took half a step back.

His brows furrowed even deeper.

The power of that move was stronger than he had expected. A rank 71 Soul Sage's attack in the Martial Soul Avatar state had actually forced him back.

Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, second strike.

Tang Hao gave Qin Chuan no time to breathe. The second hammer followed hard on the remaining momentum of the first, borrowing the rebound force as it swept in horizontally from the right.

This hammer was faster than the first, and its force was even greater. That was the essence of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer: every strike borrowed and stacked the power of the previous one, growing fiercer the longer it continued.

Qin Chuan leaned back, raising the giant sword upright, its edge facing downward as he guarded his right side.

Boom!

The hammer slammed solidly into the blade. Qin Chuan's feet carved two deep trenches through the ground, and his entire body was shoved more than ten meters back.

The numbness jolting through his arm grew even stronger. The old wound at the web of his thumb, barely healed, split open again, and blood ran down the hilt.