Merely Eight Soul Rings, Why Court Death?

Qian Qizhou officially named this space, which belonged solely to him, the "Pure Land of the King."

As time quietly slipped away, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect demonstrated its formidable ability to mobilize resources.

A steady stream of supplies and building materials was sent through the stable spatial entrance.

The once-empty platform began to radiate with astonishing vitality.

With the concerted efforts of numerous craftsmen and Spirit Masters, one towering, magnificent palace after another rose from the ground.

Qian Qizhou looked up at the towering palace that had just been completed.

The glazed gold tiles shimmered with a dazzling radiance under the holy light, and massive white jade pillars carved with mysterious patterns rose to the sky, supporting the soaring eaves of the halls.

The entire palace was not only extremely gorgeous and magnificent, but it also exuded an aura of immense majesty.

He examined every detail, an undisguised look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

This palace was originally intended to be his sleeping quarters; he had not expected the scale to exceed even his own expectations.

It was even larger and more grand than the main hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Qian Qizhou raised his hand and slowly pushed open the heavy palace doors.

The scene inside was incredibly vast, with a high, distant dome that looked even more magnificent than it did from the outside.

He paced inside, his footsteps echoing in the silent hall, eventually walking toward the throne located at the highest point.

He was right, after all. A place this big is just too empty... too lonely.

He leaned back against the wide throne with a hint of laziness, his fingertips tapping the armrest unconsciously.

Guang Ling had gone into seclusion to break through his bottleneck a few days ago, and in this vast space, he was suddenly left all alone, inevitably giving rise to a sense of aimless emptiness.

He had wanted to thank Ei, but he didn't know how, as he couldn't contact her at all.

"Forget it."

He whispered to himself, then composed his relaxed posture, sat cross-legged on the throne, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate as well.

Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

In a deep and perilous valley, murderous intent overflowed.

Dozens of Spirit Masters dressed in Spirit Hall attire were in hot pursuit, launching waves of spirit skills at the man and woman fleeing in a sorry state ahead.

The man was burly, holding a massive hammer in his hand, swinging it continuously to desperately deflect the incoming attacks and protect the woman by his side.

They had already been chased for quite a distance; by now, he was covered in wounds, and blood had soaked through his clothes.

The woman he protected behind him had a beautiful face, but at this moment, her complexion was pale, and her eyes were filled with tension.

She was clutching an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes tightly to her chest.

The infant seemed to sense the dangerous atmosphere and let out a weak cry.

The lead Spirit Master let out a cold snort, his speed suddenly increasing as blinding light flames condensed in his hands: "Tang Hao! Stop your futile resistance! Hand over the hundred-thousand-year spirit beast!"

The one being hunted was Tang Hao, one of the Clear Sky Duo, and the woman beside him was his wife, Ah Yin.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, the Blue Silver Emperor.

Just then, a blurred ghost-like figure, like a viper merging into the shadows, silently bypassed the frontal battle circle and lunged straight at Ah Yin, who was at Tang Hao's side!

Although Tang Hao was deep in the encirclement, putting his heart and soul into resisting the fierce attacks from the front, the combat instincts honed through countless bloody battles allowed him to instantly catch this cold, chilling murderous intent.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly shouted: "Ah Yin! Watch out behind you!"

He had no time to turn his head, but his Clear Sky Hammer, relying on astonishing reflexes, slammed fiercely toward the shadows behind Ah Yin.

"Bang--!"

A dull yet shocking explosion erupted, and the tyrannical power contained within the hammer actually forced the distorted air and shadows to reveal their form!

A strange figure shrouded in a black robe stumbled and flew backward, only managing to dissipate the force after several flips in the air before landing on the ground.

And that pale, shocked face—was none other than the Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, known for his eerie speed!

He clearly had not expected that under such a siege, Tang Hao, a mere Spirit Douluo, could still perceive his sneak attack so keenly and react so quickly.

Tang Hao forced Gui Mei back with one strike, but his footing was disrupted, and he failed to fully dodge an attack from the front, instantly adding another bloodstain to his shoulder.

However, he didn't care at all, only shielding his wife more tightly behind him. His blood-stained Clear Sky Hammer hummed again, and a crazy fighting spirit that would stop at nothing burned in his eyes.

Just then, brilliant holy light poured down from the sky without warning, instantly enveloping the entire valley and casting a heart-stopping solemnity over the originally murderous atmosphere.

An indescribable, immense pressure descended, causing all the Spirit Masters present, including those from Spirit Hall, to feel their spirit power stagnate involuntarily.

Tang Hao looked up abruptly, only to see a massive, glowing phantom of a Six-Winged Angel slowly emerge in mid-air.

Where the light was brightest, the figure of the Pontiff, Qian Xunji, slowly appeared. He stepped on the void, his expression indifferent, looking down from above at Tang Hao, who stood proudly despite his wounds:

"Outstanding is the war hammer, towering is the Clear Sky Sect."

"It is a pity, however, that the successor of the world's number one sect insists on acting against heaven today for the sake of personal affection."

"This is a path to ruin; it is destined to be a catastrophe."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's blood-stained face showed no trace of fear; instead, a sneer of extreme mockery curled his lips.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, staring fearlessly at Qian Xunji in the sky: "Acting against the heavens? Is it I, Tang Hao, who defies these heavens, or is it you, Qian Xunji, who fancies yourself the heavens?!"

"Audacious!"

Qian Xunji's expression turned abruptly cold as he roared in anger.

Accompanying his fury, nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Seeing this, Tang Hao's gaze swept past Ghost Douluo, who stood to the side with a chilling aura, and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who had quietly appeared on the other side at some unknown moment.

The three Title Douluo formed a triangular formation, completely surrounding him and Ah Yin within this valley.

He let out a mocking sneer: "Three Title Douluo? Heh, Spirit Hall..."

High above, Qian Xunji's voice remained indifferent: "With a mere eight soul rings, why seek your own destruction?"

"Tang Hao, Spirit Hall has no intention of becoming an enemy of the Clear Sky Sect. Hand over the hundred-thousand-year soul beast behind you, and I will grant you a way to live."

"A way to live?" Hearing this, Tang Hao seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. He suddenly raised his head and roared: "If you want to harm her, you will have to step over my corpse first!"

The moment his words fell, a surging battle intent soared into the sky!

A full eight soul rings emerged from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

Although he had one ring fewer than his opponent, the momentum he erupted with was in no way inferior to the pressure brought about by the three Title Douluo combined!