Utterly Crushing Clear Sky

"System, share Primeval Lord of Heaven's cultivation—half Soul Rings, half soul bones."

After arriving at the room Dai Mubai had arranged for him, Chen Ping'an began sharing Primeval Lord of Heaven's cultivation.

Received! Connection to the Prehistoric World successful! Connection to Primeval Lord of Heaven successful! Cultivation sharing begins!

With the System acting as an intermediary, it opened a channel for transmitting Spiritual Energy.

The channel silently connected to Primeval Lord of Heaven for 0.01 seconds before closing.

Terrifying spiritual power was converted into Soul Power.

In only an instant, his soul bones rose from the 10,000 Year level to the 100,000 Year level.

They did not stop until they reached the 200,000 Year level.

At the same time, another golden pattern appeared on the slowly rising red Soul Rings.

They had astonishingly reached the 300,000 Year level.

A full set of 200,000 Year soul bones and nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings.

Combined with this heaven-defying first martial soul, even a Limit Douluo would be easily handled.

Night fell.

Only then did Chen Ping'an open his eyes.

According to the original plot's progression, Tang Hao should be appearing around this time.

"Kid, come out for a moment."

Sure enough, just as Chen Ping'an thought of it, Tang Hao appeared.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji and Flender were also called outside.

Following Tang Hao's aura, Chen Ping'an arrived in the forest outside Shrek Academy.

"The continent's youngest Titled Douluo, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."

Chen Ping'an looked at Tang Hao before him and revealed a sinister smile.

Tang Hao was startled by Chen Ping'an's words. He had not even revealed his true face, yet he had already been recognized.

"Kid, it seems you're not so simple either."

As he spoke, Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand. A black glow gathered in his palm.

It formed into a massive hammer.

At the same time.

Soul Rings rose one by one from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine Soul Rings in all.

Flender and Zhao Wuji, who were secretly observing from the side, were dumbfounded.

He was actually a Titled Douluo—and one with a 100,000 Year Soul Ring.

Titled Douluos were already rare, let alone Titled Douluos possessing 100,000 Year Soul Rings.

Flender desperately tried to recall when his academy had offended a Titled Douluo.

But after thinking it over carefully, he could not remember anything.

The next moment.

The two of them were completely stunned.

Chen Ping'an also revealed his martial soul.

It was a sword roughly three feet long. The entire blade seemed to be made of silver dragon scales, its body engraved with complex patterns resembling the traces of countless souls, radiating a profound aura.

When light passed through the blade, it left behind a faint gleam like a silver beam of light. The entire sword radiated a chilling presence.

It was the Immortal Slaying Sword!

At the same time.

Nine Soul Rings rose in order from beneath his feet.

When the first Soul Ring appeared, Tang Hao was shocked as well.

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red!

Nine red Soul Rings.

The surrounding area was engulfed by their blood-red light.

"Three golden patterns! Every Soul Ring has three golden patterns!"

Tang Hao's eyes widened, his mouth hung slightly open, and his facial muscles tensed, making his astonishment and disbelief obvious.

"Nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings!"

Impossible. This was impossible.

The strongest Soul Ring configuration he had ever heard of was merely eight black and one red, and that could only be obtained after undergoing a divine trial.

Yet this person before him was so young and already possessed nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings.

He could also sense the terrifying pressure emitted by those red Soul Rings and was certain that they were real.

"Allow me to experience the strength of the legendary Clear Sky Douluo."

"First Soul Skill—Sword Dance in the Sky!"

Chen Ping'an swung the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand.

In an instant, countless streams of sword qi condensed.

Tang Hao did not dare be careless. He raised the Clear Sky Hammer and poured all his strength into unleashing his Soul Power.

"First Soul Skill—Titan Hammer!"

With a roar, he smashed the hammer toward the sword qi with fierce momentum.

The two powerful forces collided, instantly triggering a violent explosion.

The shockwave swept through the surroundings, shattering trees and leaving deep cracks in the ground.

Yet Chen Ping'an stood firmly where he was, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Is that all you've got?"

He lightly swung the Immortal Slaying Sword, sending an even stronger stream of sword qi toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and blocked it.

With his injuries not yet fully healed, he was already beginning to feel the pressure.

"Second Soul Skill—Sword Shadow Diffraction!"

Chen Ping'an's voice was cold as frost. His figure vanished in an instant, transforming into countless sword shadows that attacked Tang Hao from all directions.

Tang Hao was forced into a passive position and could only defend.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Thousand Jun Bulwark!"

He held the Clear Sky Hammer upright before him, forming a protective shield of Soul Power.

The sword shadows streaked past like meteors, continuously battering Tang Hao's defenses.

Tang Hao resisted with all his strength, but he discovered that his Soul Power was depleting at an alarming rate while his opponent's attacks remained endless.

The difference between 10,000 Year Soul Rings and 300,000 Year Soul Rings was displayed in full at this moment.

Even though the two were only five levels apart, the gap between their Soul Rings was impossible to make up.

Not to mention that Tang Hao was still injured.

"Break!"

Chen Ping'an shouted, and sword qi surged like a flood, breaking through Tang Hao's defenses.

It struck him directly.

Tang Hao spat out blood and was sent flying backward.

Chen Ping'an walked toward Tang Hao step by step, his gaze full of oppressive force.

"Clear Sky Douluo, nothing special," Chen Ping'an said coldly.

Tang Hao struggled to his feet.

He understood that he had encountered a truly formidable opponent today.

Against such a powerful expert, his chances of escape were slim.

He had roamed the Douluo Continent for decades, yet he had never encountered such a terrifying soul master—especially one with nine 300,000 Year Soul Rings.

It was simply unheard of.

If this child was not killed, he would surely have the potential to become a god in the future.

But his injuries had not fully healed. If he forcibly detonated his Soul Rings, the consequences would be unthinkable.

At the same time, the commotion from the battle was so great that Tang San and the others back at Shrek Academy were alarmed as well.

Led by the other powerful experts, they hurried in this direction.

Not only that, some relatively powerful soul masters nearby were also rushing over.

Most of them came to watch the show and hopefully pick up some spoils.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you should have sensed your son's aura too. They're heading this way."

Chen Ping'an let out a sinister chuckle and continued, "I originally planned to kill you outright, but then I thought of something more entertaining."

At once, an inexplicable sense of danger rose in Tang Hao's heart.

"Are you from Spirit Hall?"

After thinking it over, Tang Hao realized that Spirit Hall was his only enemy.

But Spirit Hall had no sword-wielding soul masters.

The only sword expert was Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile.

"Who I am isn't important."

Chen Ping'an let out another sinister chuckle. "What matters is that your life will end here."