["Ninth Soul Skill: Angel's Glory!"]
["Clear Sky Avatar, Great Sumeru Hammer."]
[As the incomparably holy angel phantom in the sky began forming hand seals, the Light Holy Sword hovering in midair gradually turned, its tip pointing straight at Tang Hao below as it slowly descended.]
[With every blink of an eye, the sword's radiance grew brighter, and its power steadily intensified.]
[Tang Hao was utterly unaffected by the other side's pressure. Empowered by Ring Detonation, the Great Sumeru Hammer had grown to more than twice the size of the Clear Sky Avatar.]
[He gripped the massive hammer one-handedly in the air. The instant he swung it, the space it swept across was forcibly shaken into clearly visible cracks, showing just how terrifying the attack's power was.]
[The two supremely terrifying attacks collided fiercely under the horrified gazes of countless people.]
[At that instant, the entire world seemed to lose all color.]
[What followed was a shockwave as devastating as a nuclear explosion, madly sweeping outward and reducing everything in its path to nothingness.]
[Even countless low-level Soul Beasts hundreds of kilometers away were so terrified that, before they could flee, their organs were shattered by the shockwave, turning them into vivid Spirit Rings.]
[The two attacks remained locked in place, neither side willing to relent.]
[Because they both knew that if either side ran out of strength now, the battle would end in an instant.]
[Qian Xunji's expression was extremely unpleasant. Tang Hao had injured one hand and could only exert strength with one arm, while his cultivation level was far below Qian Xunji's.]
[Yet under such circumstances, Tang Hao could still fight him to a draw. What would happen if he obtained his ninth Spirit Ring?]
[This man cannot be allowed to live. Qian Xunji thought darkly.]
[Only then did he finally notice the Spirit Hall experts around him who had not yet died. He immediately shouted sternly, "What are you still standing around for? Hurry and join me in executing this criminal who colludes with Soul Beasts!"]
[The Spirit Hall experts looked at one another, somewhat at a loss.]
[Although they had quite a few objections to Qian Xunji not even sparing the hostages.]
[In the end, however, their fear of the Pope outweighed the terror in their hearts. They activated their Martial Soul Avatars and pressured the Great Sumeru Hammer together.]
["I... I can't... fall here..." Tang Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs sinking into the ground under the abruptly multiplied pressure.]
[Veins bulged all over his body, followed by the sounds of tendons snapping throughout him.]
[No matter how unwilling he was, he could only watch helplessly as the Light Holy Sword continued to descend.]
["Don't be afraid. I'm here." Just as Tang Hao was about to collapse completely, a gentle yet resolute voice sounded behind him.]
["Ah Yin? Why are you still here? Why didn't you take Chuan'er and leave?"]
[Tang Hao's face changed drastically. When he felt a dense surge of life energy and healing power enter his body, even his tone became much more anxious. "What are you trying to do?"]
[Ah Yin did not respond. At that moment, at the cost of sacrificing her soul, she slowly sent two gentle streams of energy in two different directions.]
[One was the energy symbolizing her hundred-thousand-year cultivation. It was taking tangible form as a blood-red Spirit Ring and merging into Tang Hao's body.]
[The other was the energy symbolizing her hundred-thousand-year Life Origin and bloodline. It quietly drifted into the Mutated Blue Silver Grass and Tang Chuan.]
[Of course, she had placed an indelible soul mark upon that Life Origin beforehand. This was also a safeguard Ah Yin had left for Tang Chuan.]
[The moment Tang Hao saw the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, he knew what had happened.]
[His heart was wracked with grief. In the end, he still could not protect anything.]
[With the sacrifice of her soul as the price, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring merged with Tang Hao extremely smoothly.]
[In just a few breaths, Tang Hao directly broke through to level 92, setting the record as the youngest Title Douluo in history.]
[However, at the instant the Spirit Ring fusion was complete, he did something no one had expected.]
[Blood tears filled Tang Hao's eyes as he unhesitatingly detonated the ninth Spirit Ring that had just appeared on his body.]
["Madman, this madman!" The Spirit Hall assault-type Title Douluo was stunned speechless and could not help muttering.]
[Qian Xunji's scalp also tingled. Even detonating the first eight Spirit Rings had nearly been more than he could withstand. If the hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring detonated too, how could that possibly end well?]
[Sure enough.]
[Empowered by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, the Great Sumeru Hammer's destructive power approached that of a Peerless Douluo.]
[The Martial Soul Avatars of the Spirit Hall experts and Qian Xunji's Angel's Glory Holy Sword finally reached their limits under the Clear Sky Hammer's counterattack, letting out a crisp, shattered crack.]
[Before anyone could react, the cracks rapidly spread across their entire forms.]
[In the end, not a single Spirit Hall expert within those Martial Soul Avatars escaped. With a bang, they exploded into a sky full of blood mist.]
[Qian Xunji was also severely wounded, but he reacted quickly and immediately turned to flee.]
[Yet no matter how fast he flew, he could never escape the Clear Sky Hammer's attack range.]
[Seeing the Great Sumeru Hammer about to fall, Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly shouted, "Traitor, how dare you! I am the Pope of Spirit Hall..."]
[Boom!]
[The Clear Sky Hammer slammed heavily into him.]
[Amid a heart-rending scream, nearly half of Qian Xunji's body was smashed away.]
[But his will to survive was incredibly strong. A black Spirit Ring on his body erupted with dazzling light, causing his speed to surge as he rapidly fled toward Spirit Hall.]
[Tang Hao was powerless to pursue him and could only watch helplessly as his enemy vanished beyond the horizon.]
A job well done!
Seeing Qian Xunji beaten so miserably, the first person to feel happy was neither Tang San, Tang Hao, nor the Shrek Seven Monsters, but Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall.
Especially when she saw half of Qian Xunji's body blown apart, leaving him in such a pathetic state that he had almost completely lost all dignity.
She had nearly been unable to stop herself from applauding. It was simply too satisfying.
However, Bibi Dong was well aware of her position. She could hate Qian Xunji in her heart, but she absolutely could not show it openly.
Thus, while the other Spirit Hall experts lamented and sighed regretfully, she too covered her face and let out a sigh.
Yet her moist red lips had long since curved into a soul-stirring smile. Unfortunately, no one could see it.
"Hmph, putting on an act."
Watching Bibi Dong's hypocritical display of regret, Qian Daoliu secretly shook his head.
Others might not know, but he knew the truth behind Qian Xunji's death all too well. If anyone present wished most for Qian Xunji to die, Bibi Dong would undoubtedly be the first.
The reason Qian Daoliu was unwilling to reveal the truth, and had even turned a blind eye to Bibi Dong coveting the Pope's position,
was partly because he owed Bibi Dong.
And partly because he wanted to protect Qian Renxue.
"What exactly is this Heavenly Screen? Why can I not see through its origins at all? Could it truly be an artifact created by the gods?"
Qian Daoliu could not help frowning, a sense of unease beyond his control constantly lingering in his heart.
After all, on this continent, aside from Tang Chen, who had vanished many years ago, and Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi on Sea God Island far beyond the continent, Qian Daoliu was already the undisputed strongest on Douluo Continent.
Even he had no clue whatsoever, so aside from the power of the gods, there truly was no second explanation.
"I only hope this Heavenly Screen will not affect Xue'er inheriting the Angel God's divine position."
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