This Pope, You Wouldn't Want Your Men to Die Because of This, Would You?

[Boom!]

[Both sides erupted with full force almost simultaneously, dazzling soul rings of every color blooming across the field. Tang Hao roared and charged straight into the crowd, slaughtering in every direction, his Clear Sky Hammer whistling with terrifying force.]

[Judging from the martial souls of these Soul Sages and Soul Douluos, nearly all of them resemble the martial souls of the Speed Clan among the Four Single-Attribute Clans.]

[They seem to be pure agility-type soul masters with their speed nearly maxed out. In terms of combat power, they probably cannot compare to six-ring Soul Emperors or Soul Sages with top-tier beast martial souls or weapon martial souls.]

[As long as we can suppress those two Title Douluos, we may still have a chance.] Ah Yin swiftly analyzed the situation's strengths and weaknesses, then began supporting Tang Hao with the Blue Silver Emperor's domain ability.

[In this state, Tang Hao had almost no need to defend himself. He only needed to attack relentlessly.]

[Because Ah Yin, a healing support-type soul master, was constantly restoring his condition.]

[Thus, within only a few minutes, casualties began appearing on Spirit Hall's side. In particular, that agility-attack Title Douluo received Tang Hao's special attention.]

[After only dozens of exchanges, accompanied by several shrill screams, the first Title Douluo was instantly gravely injured and knocked to the ground. Blood also seeped from the corner of the other man's mouth.]

["Something is wrong. That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has healing abilities. We must deal with her first."] At this moment, seeing that Tang Hao's wounds were perfectly healed by the Blue Silver Grass covering the ground as soon as they appeared, the Spirit Hall members finally realized something was wrong. Several Soul Sages immediately turned and charged toward Ah Yin.

[However, before they could rush very far, thousands upon thousands of Blue Silver Grass vines surged toward them from the ground, blotting out the sky as they wrapped around them.]

[Although this Blue Silver Grass was rather fragile to them and could be torn apart with a little force,]

[their speed was firmly delayed. Then, with a fierce whistling sound cutting through the air, these Soul Sages were smashed into pulp by the Clear Sky Hammer before they could even scream.]

[That clean and decisive attack made quite a few people suck in a breath of cold air.]

["Your turn."] Tang Hao slowly turned around and looked at the second Title Douluo with a savage grin. Casually shaking the blood from the Clear Sky Hammer, he strode toward his opponent.

[One step, two steps, three steps... The Spirit Hall Title Douluo's face turned deathly pale as he instinctively backed away.]

["Brother Hao, watch out!"]

["Your Holiness, save me!"]

[Accompanied by Ah Yin's anxious warning and the Spirit Hall Title Douluo's terrified cry, Tang Hao's pupils contracted. Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly swung the Clear Sky Hammer behind him.]

[However, a palm was faster than his movement.]

[With a crisp, thunderous crash, Tang Hao's body flew backward like a cannonball, snapping every tree in his path at the waist before smashing heavily into a towering cliff hundreds of meters away.]

"Ah, there was no helping it."

"Although the Tang Hao couple of the Black World had been cautious enough, it was meaningless if they could not get past the Spirit Hall Pope."

"Honestly, even if it were me, aside from having the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast sacrifice herself, I could not think of any way to break this deadlock."

The powerful experts watching from all sides shook their heads and sighed, guessing that the couple would meet the same fate as in the White World.

["Is that all you've got? What a disappointment."] Qian Xunji expressionlessly withdrew his gaze, intending to capture that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Yet the instant he turned around, a massive hammer carrying world-destroying force shot toward him at high speed.]

[Qian Xunji reacted extremely quickly. The moment the Clear Sky Hammer flew toward him, he crossed his wings in front of himself and successfully blocked the sneak attack. Even so, the hammer sent him staggering back several steps before he barely managed to stop.]

["Tsk!"] Qian Xunji clicked his tongue inwardly and cast his gaze toward the figure slowly emerging from the ruins.]

["Are you done with that weak, painless attack?"] Tang Hao was drenched in blood, yet his smile was indescribably arrogant. He raised his arm, and the Clear Sky Hammer swiftly returned to his hand. Then he pointed it directly at Qian Xunji. ["Then it's my turn now! No objections, right?"]

White World.

"So strong." Zhu Zhuqing spoke softly, her voice filled with admiration, because she knew that if she had suffered such severe injuries, she would never have been able to stand back up.

"Wow, Black World Tang Hao is so cool! He doesn't seem inferior to our Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone at all."

Ning Rongrong also sighed in amazement. Hearing her, Oscar immediately straightened his back.

"Ahem, Rongrong, to be honest, if I suffered injuries this severe, I'd be able to stand up too as long as I took a bite of my own Recovery Sausage."

"Pfft! Little Ao, don't make your Sister Rong laugh. I never knew you had a talent for being a comedian." Ma Hongjun had been watching in fascination, but Oscar's interruption made him burst out laughing like a pig. "And if you took a punch from a Title Douluo, you still think you could stand up? The grass on your grave would probably be three meters tall by next year."

"Dead fatty, shut up! I only said I could stand up after getting hurt. I never said I was going to fight a Title Douluo. I'm not insane." Oscar had wanted to show off a little in front of Ning Rongrong, but Ma Hongjun's mockery left him thoroughly enraged.

At this moment, on the other side of the Spirit Hall Arena.

"This is the top genius cultivated by the Clear Sky Sect. With such courage, I imagine not many of the Title Douluos present possess it." The expression in Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's eyes was extremely complicated.

He had originally believed that, as one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—guarded by two Title Douluos—was not particularly far behind the Clear Sky Sect.

But Tang Hao's displayed combat power and willpower alone had already far exceeded his expectations.

Not to mention that above Tang Hao stood his elder brother and the other elders of the Clear Sky Sect.

"Hmph. The dignified Spirit Hall Pope, the number one figure of the younger generation, actually resorted to such despicable tactics as a sneak attack. Truly disgraceful."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin held his sword in both hands. His white robes were pure as snow, his sword intent cold as frost, and his bearing free and unrestrained.

After watching Tang Hao fight twice, his understanding of his own sword intent had become even more profound.

By now, he was already itching for a fight, wishing he could immediately rush back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and battle his friend for thirty thousand rounds.

[The current Tang Hao was already at the end of his strength. His power had been inferior to Qian Xunji's from the start, and after suffering such grave injuries, he could only continue fighting by forcibly sustaining himself through sheer willpower.]

[Such a state clearly could not last long, and Qian Xunji naturally understood this as well.]

[Therefore, when Tang Hao attacked him, he immediately began circling around him, intending to stall for time.]

[If this continued, Tang Hao had almost no chance of winning. Ah Yin understood that very well too. She looked around, and suddenly her eyes lit up as she thought of an idea.]

[Just as Tang Hao was once again slashed into the ruins by Qian Xunji, and Qian Xunji was about to press his advantage, Ah Yin suddenly shouted, "Stop!" drawing both men's attention.]

[Qian Xunji turned back, and his expression suddenly darkened.]

[The Spirit Hall experts who had been heavily wounded by Tang Hao and were nearly at death's door had all been bound around their limbs and vital points by Blue Silver Grass, hanging in midair. Among them was even an agility-attack Title Douluo. They instinctively tried to struggle, only causing the Blue Silver Grass to tighten further around them.]

["Your Holiness, you wouldn't want the experts of your Spirit Hall to die like this either, would you? As long as you are willing to let us leave, I can save their lives."]

[Ah Yin controlled the sharp leaves of the Blue Silver Grass, pressing them against their throats as she tried to threaten Qian Xunji.]

[These Soul Sages, Soul Douluos, and Title Douluos were top experts that Spirit Hall had cultivated at the cost of countless resources and years.]

[Even the Upper Three Sects would not dare to simply abandon them.]

[Seeing this, Qian Xunji fell silent for a moment before slowly lowering his sword. His gaze was dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.]