The Reaper Arrow was incredibly fast, carrying the power of the Death God.
But Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, was no fraud. There was still a vast gap between their strengths, so naturally, Tang Hao could withstand Chu Zhao's soul skill.
Yet he chose an extremely arrogant method.
He caught Chu Zhao's fourth soul skill with his bare hand, directly grabbing the arrow condensed from Death Qi. He even tightened his grip on the Reaper Arrow, as though intending to crush it.
He had thought it would not harm him in the slightest.
But Tang Hao had miscalculated.
The instant he gripped the Reaper Arrow, he released it as if struck by pain.
"How could you possibly hurt me?"
Tang Hao stared at his open palm in disbelief as blood trickled down from it.
To everyone's horror, his palm had already been mangled beyond recognition.
The world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo had actually been injured by a thirteen-year-old girl!
Who would believe that if they heard it?
"I-I didn't mean to! R-right, I'm sorry... I-I-I never expected that a little girl like me could actually hurt a Titled Douluo like you!"
Chu Zhao, who had "accidentally" injured Tang Hao, was instead the most panicked person present. She was nearly crying, tears already welling in her eyes.
Yet inwardly, she was blooming with joy.
Another reward from the Death God Cultivation System had arrived. The age of all her soul rings had increased by another twenty thousand years.
If this happened a few more times, she would not be far from having nothing but red soul rings.
"You truly have some nerve."
Tang Hao looked at his mangled right hand, anger finally rising in his heart. The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand as he prepared to smash Chu Zhao to