Tang Hao hovered in midair, nine spirit rings slowly revolving beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The final blood-red hundred thousand year spirit ring radiated suffocating pressure. Fine crimson patterns wound around it, each containing the uniquely domineering soul power of the Clear Sky Hammer.
He unleashed his aura in full. A pressure steeped in iron and blood spread in every direction like a tangible force, and the entire Great Soul Arena trembled beneath it.
In the Spectator Stands, the Soul Masters with lower soul power levels could no longer stand.
Some slumped in their seats, others clung to the railings to barely keep themselves upright, and several Soul Masters of Soul King rank were forced directly onto one knee.
Tang Hao's aura carried a ruthless, decisive chill, something honed amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Inside the Elder Hall, the other elders were also alarmed.
They had been cultivating quietly in their respective places, but Tang Hao's terrifying soul power fluctuations pierced through layer after layer of walls and wards like a thunderclap.
Several elders opened their eyes simultaneously, their expressions changing drastically, and rushed straight toward the grand competition plaza.
These elders ranged from level ninety-one to level ninety-five, representing the Spirit Hall's greatest fighting strength outside the Worship Hall.
When they reached the edge of the Great Soul Arena, they saw Tang Hao hovering in midair.
"Tang Hao! What is he doing here?!"
"The Clear Sky Douluo... After disappearing for so many years, he actually showed up here!"
Above the grand plaza, dark clouds gathered thickly and thunder surged.
It was as though Tang Hao's aura had torn a gash in the heavens. Blue-violet lightning darted through the clouds, producing low, relentless rumbles of thunder.
Rain poured from the