Qin Jiuxiao vs. Tang Hao, Ning Rongrong's Call for Help!

"So you're the Qin Jiuxiao who bullied Tang San and swindled Xiao Wu away?"

Tang Hao's voice was low, carrying an invisible pressure.

Qin Jiuxiao shielded Xiao Wu behind him and chuckled.

"So it is the Haotian Douluo himself. I've heard much about you."

"I'll admit to bullying Tang San, but I didn't abduct Xiao Wu. She simply saw through your son's hypocrisy and turned back from the wrong path."

"Besides, as a Title Douluo, don't you feel ashamed for scheming against a young girl who hasn't seen much of the world?"

"Or perhaps, after you schemed against A Yin all those years ago, that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was grafted onto your own thick skin?"

"You clearly recognized Xiao Wu's identity, yet you still insist on playing the fool."

These sharp words seemed to pierce through a secret hidden in the deepest recesses of Tang Hao's heart.

His pupils constricted, and killing intent instantly flooded the air.

Even his own eldest brother hadn't known his plans back then; how could Qin Jiuxiao possibly know?

This boy must not be allowed to live!

Although he had remained anonymous on the continent, the prestige of the Haotian Douluo still made him an idol for many young people.

If his past calculations were exposed, what would become of his reputation as the Haotian Douluo?

In an instant.

Tang Hao no longer concealed his killing intent. Nine spirit rings circled his body, and a hammer slammed into the ground beside his feet with a boom.

The earth instantly fractured with dense, spiderweb-like cracks; clearly, the weight of this hammer was immense.

"Since you know, then all of you must die here today."

"And this hundred-thousand-year spirit beast is something I prepared for Tang San. I will be taking her with me as well."

Xiao Wu's face turned deathly pale, and the last shred of hope she held for Tang San was extinguished.

His father was truly a Title Douluo.

And for all these years, he had been deceiving himself.

Looking at Qin Jiuxiao standing before her, Xiao Wu felt a complex mix of emotions, which then solidified into intense resolve.

Indeed, only her own kind would never deceive her.

From this day on, she belonged to Qin Jiuxiao.

Whatever he asked of her, she would do, never to disobey.

Ning Rongrong watched the murderous Tang Hao. She had once heard the stories of this man, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent.

She had even admired him.

Now, knowing the truth, that filter had shattered completely.

This guy was nothing but a hypocritical, disgusting wretch.

"Tang Hao, if you dare touch a single hair on anyone here, my father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone will never let you go."

"You will also become the sworn enemy of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Hearing the names of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, Tang Hao turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong.

She held a communication device unique to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, ready to transmit information at any moment.

He hadn't expected a little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to be here.

He might not fear either of those two Title Douluo individually, but if they teamed up, he would be no match for them.

"The Zhu family of our Star Luo Empire feels the same."

The Zhu sisters spoke up, standing beside Qin Jiuxiao without backing down.

Tang Hao looked at the group with a gloomy expression, surprised by their extraordinary backgrounds.

If he harmed these people, the entire continent would likely mark him for death.

Even the Haotian Sect would be unable to protect him.

But he quickly made up his mind: Qin Jiuxiao had to die today.

Even if he were hunted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Zhu family of the Star Luo Empire, the continent was vast enough that he could always escape.

If all else failed, he could flee to Slaughter City or Sea God Island.

Unless Spirit Hall mobilized its entire force, no one could catch him in those places.

If he killed everyone here today, no one would know that Tang San was his son.

As a Title Douluo, he could still roam the continent as he pleased.

Tang Hao gripped the handle of his hammer and vanished from his spot.

"First Spirit Skill: Titan Hammer!"

He suddenly appeared before Qin Jiuxiao, the Haotian Hammer smashing down with force.

"Young Master Qin, watch out!"

Zhu Zhuqing and the others cried out in warning.

Just as Zi Ji prepared to move, Qin Jiuxiao gave her a look.

Immediately, four spirit rings appeared.

Black, black, black, black!

The Heavenly Horned Ant, the Thunder Emperor, the Kunpeng, and the Qilin.

Four phantom images roared toward the heavens, the shockwave rippling outward and sending even Tang Hao flying back.

"Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings!!!"

Tang Hao's hand, gripping the Haotian Hammer, trembled. He was shocked beyond measure.

He had never seen anyone of this age with such a spirit ring configuration.

Calling him a young god would not be an exaggeration.

"No wonder Tang San was no match for you. You are such a monster."

Tang Hao felt a pang of regret.

Had he known Qin Jiuxiao possessed such a configuration, he would have made sure Tang San befriended him.

What would it have mattered if he'd even given Xiao Wu to him?

A person like this would surely become one of the strongest on the Douluo Continent in the future.

If he were an ally, what would there be to fear from Spirit Hall?

"Since we are enemies now, I cannot let you live!"

"It is fortunate that I came myself today. Otherwise, if I gave you a few more years, wouldn't even I be no match for you?"

Tang Hao felt incredibly lucky.

He lit up the nine spirit rings on his body; he no longer intended to hold back.

"Pierce Technique."

He swung the Haotian Hammer, unleashing the secret, non-transferable technique of the Haotian Sect: the Nine Absolutes of Haotian.

This move was created by the Haotian Sect's ancestor, Tang Chen. Its power was peerless, far exceeding the spirit skills of ordinary spirit masters.

It could adapt to any combat situation, shifting methods at will; it was truly the number one secret technique beneath the god level.

Very few in the Haotian Sect were capable of learning such a technique.

Qin Jiuxiao watched the incoming Haotian Hammer, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The four beast phantoms merged into his body as balls of light. His skin began to emit a faint golden glow, covered in flowing secret runes. His long hair danced behind him, and lightning raged.

A pair of golden wings sprouted from his back, and with a gentle flap, the wind and clouds shifted.

The Qilin transformed into a seven-colored halo that surrounded his entire body, boosting his combat power to its peak.

"Well come!"

"First Spirit Skill: Ultimate Power!"

As Qin Jiuxiao activated his first spirit skill, his physical strength surged twofold, and his body became even more formidable.

Meeting the Haotian Hammer head-on, he flapped his wings, soared into the air, and threw a punch.

Boom!

The fist and hammer collided, and a destructive shockwave rippled in all directions.

Powerhouses across the Heaven Dou Empire sensed the aftermath.

The Imperial Palace, the Sunset Forest, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked toward the direction of Soto City from afar, while Ning Fengzhi's expression turned grave.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, this is a battle at the Title Douluo level, isn't it? Can you sense who it is?"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance. Chen Xin said slowly:

"If my senses are correct, one of the auras feels like that boy Tang Hao from the Haotian Sect."

"The other one isn't familiar, but whoever can trade blows with him is certainly no weakling. They must also be at the Title Douluo level, though I cannot say who it is."

Ning Fengzhi pondered. Had Spirit Hall discovered Tang Hao's tracks, leading to a great battle there?

Gu Rong spoke up with concern:

"Rongrong is in Soto City, isn't she? Will the battle reach her? Should we go and bring her back?"

Chen Xin seemed to share the sentiment, so he looked at Ning Fengzhi.

Just as Ning Fengzhi hesitated, the communication device at his waist lit up.

It was the emergency line between him and Ning Rongrong; she would never use it unless she were in danger.

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately poured spirit power into the device.

The next moment, Ning Rongrong's anxious voice rang out.

"Father, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, Tang Hao is trying to kill us! Come save us quickly!"