Battle! Awesome!

At the edge of the cliff, the night wind howled.

Violent ripples of Soul Power exploded wave after wave.

The longer Tang Hao fought, the more alarmed he became.

He discovered that no matter how much force he exerted, his opponent could receive it steadily.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that two utterly opposing terrifying auras continuously flowed from that staff.

One end carried an extreme chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul, while the other held an extreme heat that could ignite even blood.

These two ultimate forces alternately invaded his meridians, causing the Soul Power he had once controlled as easily as his own limbs to become noticeably sluggish.

"I can't keep grinding it out like this!"

Tang Hao's gaze darkened. The muscles in his arms suddenly swelled as he roared, swung the Clear Sky Hammer to force Wukong back, then used the rebound to slide dozens of yards away like a great bird, widening the distance between them.

"Hahahaha, exhilarating! This is truly exhilarating!"

Tang Hao threw back his head and laughed. His laughter echoed through the valley, shaking the empty mountains. "It has been a long time since I, Tang Hao, fought such a satisfying battle! But Brother Bao, you'd best be careful next. I'm about to use a secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect. You'd better bring out a Soul Skill to block it too! Don't get careless and damage your foundation!"

Wukong held the long staff upside down in one hand and casually spun it, smiling. "The Clear Sky Secret Techniques are renowned throughout the continent. I have long heard of them, and today, I shall finally experience them for myself! Brother Tang, come at me as you please. I have my own way of dealing with your moves!"

"Hahahaha,