Ah Yin's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone

Qian Qizhou watched the shocking and tragic scene in the distance with disbelief.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast had actually chosen the most resolute path, offering its own sacrifice to that Clear Sky Sect disciple!

Before he could even recover from the shock of the sacrifice, the situation took another drastic turn!

Enduring heart-wrenching agony, Tang Hao's eyes turned completely blood-red, and a destructive, maddening aura erupted from within his body.

He let out a roar that sounded almost beastly toward the sky, and in the next moment, every spirit ring circling his body—

Including the one he had just obtained, which shone with an eerie red light—shattered with a deafening boom at the exact same time!

An unimaginably terrifying energy exploded instantly, surging into the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand like a tsunami.

The massive war hammer groaned under the weight of power that far exceeded its limits, its pitch-black body stained a chilling dark red.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao roared, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer, now condensed with all his strength, toward Qian Xunji, Gui Mei, and Yue Guan.

At that moment, everyone's attention was fixed on Tang Hao; only Qian Qizhou noticed a flash of red light vanish in the sky.

The composure and sneer on Qian Xunji's face instantly turned to horror. He pushed his spirit avatar to the limit in an attempt to defend, while Gui Mei and Yue Guan hurriedly unleashed their ninth spirit skills.

However—

"BOOM!!!"

A destructive shockwave swallowed everything.

Holy Light shattered, the strange chrysanthemum withered, and the ghost shadows wailed!

Qian Xunji's defense was smashed to pieces. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his aura instantly wilting to the extreme.

Gui Mei and Yue Guan fared even worse, vomiting blood as they were also blasted away, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The power of a single strike had severely wounded three Title Douluo simultaneously!

A moment later, the dust and smoke slowly dissipated, leaving only Tang Hao standing in the center of the ruins, leaning on his Clear Sky Hammer.

He retracted his spirit and said to Qian Xunji, "Go."

Seeing that he was not attacking again, and given that the hundred-thousand-year spirit beast had already sacrificed itself, Gui Mei and Yue Guan endured the intense pain and backlash within their bodies, struggling to their feet.

The two helped the heavily injured Qian Xunji up and said to Tang Hao, "Tang Hao, Spirit Hall will remember this debt."

With those words, the three of them left the area.

The backlash and severe injuries from the ring explosion had pushed him to the brink of collapse.

As the figures of Qian Xunji and the others completely vanished into the horizon, the final breath he had been holding onto finally escaped him.

His body swayed violently, no longer able to remain standing, and he fell heavily to one knee.

He had not killed Qian Xunji just now partly because he feared bringing disaster upon the Clear Sky Sect.

The other reason was... he no longer had the strength to fight.

The backlash from the ring explosion and the severe injuries sustained in the battle had pushed his body to the edge of collapse.

Only the faint crying of the infant in his arms allowed him to maintain a sliver of consciousness, unwilling to sink into the darkness just yet.

Just then, a figure landed quietly before him.

Tang Hao lifted his head with difficulty, his blurred vision gradually focusing.

What came into view was a young man with rare long, gold-purple hair. Most astonishingly, his features bore a striking resemblance to the Qian Xunji who had just departed!

Tang Hao was shocked, forcing himself to endure the agony as he tried to summon his Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes filled with vigilance and hostility.

At a time like this... could it be that Spirit Hall intended to wipe him out completely?

Qian Qizhou observed the man before him, who was on the verge of collapse, with great interest.

He was not afraid of Tang Hao attacking him; without recovery, the man was no match for him in his current state.

"You... oh, you just stepped into the realm of Title Douluo, though the method was a bit brutal."

"Perhaps you will become the Clear Sky Douluo of this generation? Congratulations. What is your name?"

Tang Hao was taken aback by the sudden evaluation and question, but the other party seemed to harbor no hostility.

He remained silent for a moment before replying in a hoarse voice, "Tang Hao. May I ask who you are?"

Qian Qizhou's gaze swept casually to the side. He walked over to a relatively flat boulder, elegantly brushed away the dust, and sat down calmly.

"Let's make a deal," he said, getting straight to the point. "I witnessed the entire battle from afar."

"You should still be holding a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone in your hand, right?"

"Although it was only for an instant, I saw it. You deceived Qian Xunji, making him believe you absorbed it during the sacrifice."

His purpose in coming to see Tang Hao was nothing more than this; a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone... it would be a pity to let it go.

Hearing this, Tang Hao was instantly enraged. He jerked his head up, glaring fiercely at Qian Qizhou: "You! A mere Spirit Master, how dare you spout such madness!"

As his words fell, the smile on Qian Qizhou's face vanished instantly.

"Hum—!"

The crown atop his head hummed, radiating a vast and overwhelming pressure.

He slowly raised his eyes, his pupils having transformed into a pure, icy, majestic, and murderous shade of violet.

A terrifying aura descended with a boom, slamming down heavily upon Tang Hao.

His boiling rage was extinguished in an instant, his eyes filled with incredulous shock!

How is this possible... How could such a feeling come from a child?

The infant in his arms was also startled by this sudden turn of events and began to wail.

Yet, this crying acted like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing Tang Hao's fevered mind, which had been clouded by anger and grief, forcing him to suppress his surging emotions.

Even so, his eyes remained locked onto Qian Qizhou, filled with suspicion and resentment.

At this moment, Qian Qizhou spoke slowly: "Now, do you think we can talk?"

Tang Hao sighed: "Speak."

If he hadn't just fought a great battle, how could he be threatened by such a brat...

Seeming to read Tang Hao's thoughts, Qian Qizhou nodded and admitted candidly: "Your strength is immense. If you were in your prime and uninjured, I would indeed be no match for you right now."

However, he had no grudge or enmity with this man, nor had they ever met; he was not one to kill for treasure.

"I do not wish to take advantage of your plight. Give me that hundred-thousand-year spirit bone, and in exchange, I can bring your spirit beast back to life."

Hearing this, Tang Hao was stunned, as if a drowning man had grasped at a final straw, and he struggled to lean forward: "Are you telling the truth?! Can you truly bring Ah Yin back to life?!"

However, that immense surprise lasted only a moment before intense reason and despair surged back, extinguishing the flame that had just ignited in his eyes.

He shook his head violently, his voice laced with deep skepticism and bitterness: "No... impossible! How could you possibly do that?"

"The sacrifice is already complete; it is irreversible! You are merely a Spirit Master; even if you have some unique traits, how could you defy the laws of heaven and earth?"

As he spoke, his gaze remained locked on Qian Qizhou, searching his face for any trace of deception or hesitation.