After retreating at least twenty paces, his feet plowed two deep furrows into the stone. A large section of the gray robe's hem had been shredded by the gale-like force. Gui Mei steadied himself, his gaze beneath the hood shooting toward the top of the gorge.
"Clear Sky Hammer."
Yue Guan's smile froze on his face. He looked up toward the cliff top, where there was nothing but a grayish-white rock face and a cluster of withered yellow shrubs swaying in the wind.
Yet the aura of that hammer shadow had not dissipated. That domineering soul power, capable of crushing everything beneath its overwhelming pressure, could only belong to one person on the entire continent.
Tang Hao.
Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, and neither looked pleased. Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo above rank ninety. A full-force strike from him could shatter a mountaintop.
Back then, several Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall had failed to take him down when they surrounded and hunted him. Instead, he had killed their Pope. If he truly was hiding near this gorge, then this would not be an ambush to kill Tang San—it would be Tang San's father killing them.
Yue Guan spread out his senses, trying to find Tang Hao's location.
But there was nothing above the cliff. That hammer shadow seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and vanished into nowhere, while Tang Hao himself had not left behind even the faintest soul power fluctuation. It was as if he had simply come to throw a hammer and leave.
The more Yue Guan failed to find him, the less confident he felt.
"Where is he?" Gui Mei's voice was hoarse and low.
"I don't know." Yue Guan frowned. "He should still be nearby. He's