A Crushing Defeat, Tang Hao's Strength

Ning Chen let out a furious roar as two more phantom mountain peaks crashed into his body!

At this point, a full seven phantom mountain peaks had fused with him.

The blue-gray sheen over his body grew even richer, his muscles sharply defined like mountain rock. He seemed to have become a walking mountain.

Faced with Tang Hao's world-destroying hammer strike, Ning Chen did not dodge.

He clenched his right fist, rooted himself firmly, and poured the power of all seven phantom mountain peaks into that punch. Facing the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer, he threw it forward without hesitation!

Boom!

The instant fist and hammer collided, a deafening explosion burst through the night sky. The shockwave swept outward in every direction, almost tangible in its force.

Trees within dozens of yards were snapped in half by the blast. Wood fragments and leaves filled the sky like a green rainstorm.

The ground beneath their feet collapsed with a roar, forming a huge crater more than ten yards across.

Rocks and dirt were blasted into the air, only to be pulverized into dust by the shockwave the next moment, spreading a gray haze through the air.

The dust slowly settled.

At the bottom of the crater, two figures stood several yards apart, facing one another from afar.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand hung at his side, while his arm tingled faintly.

He looked at Ning Chen across from him, genuine surprise appearing in his eyes for the first time.

This young man had actually taken one of his hammer strikes head-on.

Only Tang Hao himself knew the force behind that blow. In his normal state, it had been an attack close to his full strength!

Yet Ning Chen had not only received it, but had taken it head-on in