So This Is All the Clear Sky Douluo Can Do?

Yang Jian walked to the edge of the crater and looked down at Tang Hao lying at the bottom, thoroughly bedraggled. The corner of his lips curled upward.

"Yo, so this is all the Clear Sky Douluo can do?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. "You're not much either."

Tang Hao lay at the bottom of the crater, gasping for breath as every bone in his body screamed in pain.

He raised his head and looked at the youth by the crater's edge, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He had actually been beaten into such a state?

This kid was clearly only level fifty. How was that possible?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang Hao's mind.

Soon, an absurd idea gradually took shape. This youth must have used some method to conceal his true cultivation. His actual age had to be far greater; he was merely pretending to be young to make Tang Hao lower his guard.

Otherwise, there was simply no explanation.

"You old bastard!" Tang Hao climbed out of the crater, soul power surging through his body and blasting away the gravel and dust clinging to him. He pointed at Yang Jian, his eyes bloodshot and his voice like thunder. "You deliberately pretended to be young in front of me and made me lower my guard!"

"Don't get cocky. I haven't even shown my real abilities yet!"

Before his words had faded, Tang Hao's aura abruptly changed.

The patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer lit up with dazzling golden light. The hammer trembled with a hum, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The nine soul rings beneath his feet lit up one after another—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. Their lights intertwined, making him appear like a god of war.

"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, all nine unleashed!"

Nine hammer phantoms flew from his hand, each containing power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The hammer phantoms intertwined, overlapped, and merged in midair, ultimately transforming into the phantom of an enormous Clear Sky Hammer that smashed down toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened. He held the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber horizontally before him and met the massive hammer head-on.

Boom—!

The deafening blast shook the heavens. The shockwave sent rocks flying from the mountaintop, while dust blotted out the sky.

Yang Jian was forced back several steps, his tiger's mouth numb, but he quickly steadied himself and spun the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber in his hand, deflecting the remaining force.

Tang Hao's attack did not stop.

"Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique!"

His body began to spin, the Clear Sky Hammer tracing arc after arc through the air. Each strike was faster and heavier than the last.

Layer upon layer of hammer phantoms descended like a raging storm, pouring down upon Yang Jian.

Yang Jian swung the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber, colliding with the Clear Sky Hammer.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dense sounds of metal striking metal erupted across the mountaintop like a downpour.

Every collision burst with dazzling sparks, and shockwaves spread in all directions, uprooting the surrounding shrubs.

Tang Hao's Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique grew faster and heavier with every strike.

The thirty-sixth hammer.

The forty-eighth hammer.

The sixty-fourth hammer.

Every blow carried the domineering might of the Clear Sky Hammer.

As well as Tang Hao's decades of accumulated combat experience.

Hammer phantoms surged in like tides, each wave higher than the last, pressing Yang Jian until he could barely breathe.

Yang Jian pushed the Eight-Nine Mysteries to its limit, and a faint golden glow emerged over the surface of his body.

But the Clear Sky Hammer's power was simply too tyrannical. Every strike that landed left a bruise on his body.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Yet he did not choose to retreat.

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber whirled in his hands, clashing with the Clear Sky Hammer again and again.

Wherever its blade passed, the air itself was torn apart, emitting sharp whistles.

The two fought from the mountaintop to the mountainside, then from the mountainside to the valley.

Everywhere they passed, rocks were shattered into powder and trees were cut in half.

The more Tang Hao fought, the more alarmed he became.

He had already unleashed the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, using nearly all his strength, yet this youth could still stand before him and still wield that strange weapon.

How was this possible?

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes, and his offensive became even more ferocious.

The eighty-first hammer!

The final strike of the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, and also its strongest.

Tang Hao poured all the soul power within him into the Clear Sky Hammer. The patterns on the hammer shone to their utmost brilliance, radiating blinding light.

His entire body spun as he shot into the sky, then fell like a meteor. The Clear Sky Hammer carried world-destroying force as it smashed toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the enormous hammer descending from the sky, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.

He gripped the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber with both hands, mobilizing all the remaining power in his body as he met the strike.

Boom—!

Blinding light erupted in the valley. The shockwave spread in all directions, leveling everything within several hundred meters.

Yang Jian was smashed into the ground by that strike.

He lay in a deep crater, every bone in his body feeling as though it had fallen apart.

His flesh was torn and bloodied, with several places caved in by the Clear Sky Hammer. The sight was horrific.

Several of his meridians had ruptured.

His blood and qi churned wildly, and his internal organs screamed in pain.

Had he not cultivated the Eight-Nine Mysteries, giving his physical body strength far beyond that of ordinary people, these injuries would have been fatal.

If it had been anyone else, they likely would not even have been able to crawl back up.

"Cough..."

Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of clotted blood and forced himself to rise from the bottom of the crater.

His body trembled, his legs as heavy as lead, but he still stood up.

The Three-Point Double-Edged Saber was embedded in the ground beside him. The light on its blade had dimmed considerably, but it remained standing tall.

Tang Hao stood some distance away, watching Yang Jian climb out of the crater. The shock in his heart was beyond measure.

Just now, aside from his final trump cards, he had used nearly all his strength and exhausted every technique at his disposal.

And yet Yang Jian could still stand?

Unbelievable!

Tang Hao's gaze was as sharp as a tiger's as he stared fixedly at Yang Jian.

"Old bastard." His voice was low and hoarse. "I don't recall Spirit Hall having someone like you. Who exactly are you?"

Yang Jian suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His laughter echoed through the valley, carrying a measure of exhilaration and excitement.

As though the wounds on his body meant nothing at all.

As though the battle just now had merely been a warm-up.

Tang Hao frowned. Looking at Yang Jian's seemingly fatal injuries, unease rose in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing," Yang Jian said, his smile fading as a glint flashed in his eyes, "because I've finally encountered a worthy opponent."

He looked at Tang Hao with a hint of appreciation in his gaze.

"You're stronger than Chen Xin. Maybe you'll be able to exchange a few more moves with me and fight for a little longer."

Tang Hao's brow furrowed even tighter.

Chen Xin?

This old bastard knew Chen Xin?

But he had no mind to dwell on it.

To him, Yang Jian's laughter was an insult.

A man who had been beaten into such grave condition was still laughing, still saying they could exchange a few more moves and fight a little longer. What else could that be but humiliation?

"Courting death!"

Tang Hao's eyes turned completely cold.

The ninth soul ring beneath his feet lit up. Its scarlet light was incomparably dazzling, dyeing the entire valley blood-red.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

It was the soul ring A Yin had sacrificed to him.

"Ninth Soul Skill!"

Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer high. The patterns on its surface lit up with blood-red light.

At that moment, his aura rose to its peak. Killing intent poured forth like a tide, freezing even the air within several hundred meters.