Qian Daochen looked at him.
"A path to your own death?"
"You learned that quickly."
"Unfortunately, you still aren't qualified to say that to me."
Tang Hao stepped forward.
The mountain rock cracked beneath his feet.
"Qian Daochen."
"Even if you really are that man from the legends, you must die here today."
Qian Daochen looked at him.
"What makes you think you can?"
"That Soul Power of yours, somewhere in the nineties?"
"Or the Clear Sky Hammer in your hand?"
The nine Soul Rings behind Tang Hao rose simultaneously.
A black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.
The massive hammer descended, shaking the ground.
"This!"
Tang Hao's figure abruptly vanished.
The Clear Sky Hammer tore through the air, smashing straight toward Qian Daochen's head.
There was no probing in this strike.
Tang Hao had already unleashed his full strength.
Qian Daochen stood where he was.
Only when the Clear Sky Hammer fell before him did he raise a single finger.
Clang!
His fingertip collided with the hammer's face.
The Clear Sky Hammer stopped in midair.
Tang Hao's body stopped as well.
With just one finger, Qian Daochen had blocked the Clear Sky Hammer's full force.
Tang San and Xiao Wu froze at the same time.
Tang Hao's expression, however, had already changed.
He frantically channeled his Soul Power.
Black light surged ceaselessly over the Clear Sky Hammer.
Yet that immensely heavy Clear Sky Hammer still could not advance any farther.
"Impossible!"
Tang Hao clenched his teeth.
Qian Daochen raised his eyes.
"Even Tang Chen isn't qualified."
"You're even less qualified."
He flicked his finger lightly.
Boom!
The Clear Sky Hammer flew backward.
Tang Hao was blasted back dozens of yards along with his Martial Soul.
He had barely steadied himself when Qian Daochen raised his palm.
"Sword, come."