"Get out of my way!" Tang Hao held the baby in one hand and gripped his hammer in the other. One black and one red Soul Ring circled his body as he strode forward, crushing the shattered stones beneath his feet into powder.
Having just defeated two Titled Douluo, Tang Hao's confidence had swelled. He felt as though he was capable again, carrying a peculiar air of calm indifference, as if even an army of ten thousand standing in his way would mean nothing. He paid no heed whatsoever to Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall.
At this moment, Qian Xunji had already lost control of his body. His mind was under Qin Xuan's control, and there was not a trace of gravity or panic in his golden eyes. Instead, they resembled a clear spring within an ancient, undisturbed well—profound and tranquil.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black Soul Rings flashed into existence. A massive phantom of a Six-Winged Angel slowly emerged behind Qian Xunji.
He did not respond to Tang Hao. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, and his fifth Soul Ring lit up brilliantly. A golden vortex appeared before his palm, and a golden light sword gradually emerged at its center before he grasped it in his hand.
The gigantic angel phantom flapped its six wings, and Qian Xunji charged at Tang Hao in a single explosive stride.
His actions were his answer.
"Courting death!" Tang Hao flew into a rage when he saw Qian Xunji actually dare to engage him in close combat while he was in his Ring Explosion state.
Bathed in the black, flame-like energy produced by exploding his first seven Soul Rings, Tang Hao quickened his pace. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before Qian Xunji. He swung