Sword Douluo Strikes!

Tang Hao advanced step by step, an oppressive force as heavy as a mountain bearing down on Ning Wen.

Ning Wen knew Tang Hao had no shame, but he had not expected him to be this shameless.

It was bad enough that Tang Hao was bullying a child. He had even unleashed Divine Slaughter's Domain.

In a sense, he was pulling out all the stops.

Ning Wen did not know whether to cry, laugh, or feel honored.

Tang Hao stared hard at Ning Wen, a flicker of surprise passing through his clouded eyes.

Divine Slaughter's Domain, unleashed at full strength, could instantly shatter a Soul Douluo's mindscape.

Yet this six-year-old brat named Ning Wen stood firm and faced his Killing Aura without a trace of fear?

Such talent was monstrous!

"Then I have all the more reason to kill you."

At that thought, Tang Hao barked a command, and murderous intent flared in his eyes.

Boom!

Blood-red Killing Aura surged toward Ning Wen like a raging tidal wave.

[You think Killing Aura of this level can overwhelm me?]

[What a joke!]

The Voice Pack was right about that.

Divine Slaughter's Domain was a power Asura God had deliberately left in Slaughter City to select a successor.

Asura God had not only granted Ning Wen innate level-ten Soul Power, but had also left a mark inside him.

If Divine Slaughter's Domain could still hurt Ning Wen, Asura God might as well smash his head against a wall and be done with it.

If anything, Tang Hao's actions had backfired, drawing the attention of Asura God far away in the Divine Realm.

In the Divine Realm, at Asura God's Temple.

"Tang Hao!"

"How dare you!"

"You dare bully my chosen successor!"

The god's wrath rang across the heavens, cold and majestic.

Killing intent flashed in Asura God's eyes.

Asura God would not interfere in a fight between opponents of the same level.

He trusted that the person he had chosen would not lose.

Put another way, if Ning Wen could not prove invincible against his peers, he did not deserve to inherit Asura God's position.

Asura God was about to use the mark he had left inside Ning Wen to secretly send down his divine consciousness when he spotted Chen Xin and Gu Rong racing toward the scene. Only then did he abandon the idea.

Asura God was an enforcer of the Divine Realm. He could exploit a few loopholes to smooth the way for his succession, but he could not act too recklessly.

Otherwise, if that fellow Destruction found out, he would never hear the end of it.

He did not fear the God of Destruction. He simply could not be bothered with the trouble.

Besides, it was not yet time to reveal himself to Ning Wen.

That would have to wait until Ning Wen went to Slaughter City.

At the same time.

"If Divine Slaughter's Domain won't work on you, I'll deal with you myself."

Before the words had faded, Tang Hao vanished.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Ning Wen. His calloused fist, carrying enough force to split mountains and shatter stone, came crashing down!

The blow tore through the air with an ear-piercing crack.

Ning Wen cursed Chen Xin inwardly for letting him down as a card appeared in his hand.

Clang—!

At that critical instant!

A sword's cry split the void, tearing through the stillness of the mountain forest!

Sharp, icy sword energy fell from the sky like a brilliant river of silver pouring down.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted, and he retreated at once.

He recognized that sword energy.

The sword light faded.

An old man dressed in robes white as snow strode through the air. His posture was straight, his silver hair stirred in the wind, and nine dazzling Soul Rings rose and fell around him.

It was Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Tang Hao!"

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Tang Hao. "It's been a long time."

"Is he from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Tang Hao asked grimly.

Chen Xin was a Sect-Guarding Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet he had been sent to watch over Ning Wen in secret.

That alone showed how highly the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect valued the boy.

"He is."

Chen Xin nodded. "Tang Hao, you can't bully someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and expect to get away with it."

Tang Hao glanced at Xiao Wu, unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

The Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were both among the Top Three Sects.

Because of what he had done years ago, the Clear Sky Sect had sealed its gates and withdrawn from the world. It was already in a difficult position.

If he turned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect against it now, the Clear Sky Sect's situation would become many times worse!

It would be even harder for Little San to return to the Clear Sky Sect and gain its support.

Besides, Tang Hao did not fear Sword Douluo Chen Xin, but that was when he was at his peak.

Now his body was riddled with old injuries. He could only rely on Ring Detonation, the secret art of the Great Sumeru Hammer.

But its side effects...

Did he have to let this go?

This was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had already taken human form!

He might never get another opportunity this good.

A fierce gleam flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.

Boom!

Dense Soul Power erupted violently from his body!

Veins bulged along Tang Hao's arm as he gripped the hammer's handle and brought it crashing down on Chen Xin!

Boom—!

The air buckled and burst beneath the hammer's passage. Trees nearby snapped in half from the shockwave alone, scattering splinters everywhere.

Chen Xin's expression remained calm. The sword intent of his Seven Kill Sword surged to its peak.

His nine Soul Rings blazed, his silver hair whipped wildly, and a razor-sharp Seven Kill Sword formed in his outstretched right hand.

The instant the Seven Kill Sword was fully drawn, all sound fell away.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be nothing but that sword light, cleaving the darkness and piercing the dusk!

Clang—!

The sharp clash of metal ripped through the night, setting everyone's ears ringing.

A violent shockwave exploded outward from where the two clashed.

The ground collapsed in layers. Weblike cracks spread a hundred yards, earth and stone shot skyward, and dust billowed as the entire forest outside the city shook!

Notting City.

Lights came on across the city. Sleeping residents jolted awake, and countless people pushed open their windows to stare outside in terror.

In the pitch-black night, a dazzling sword light shot skyward and collided violently with a dark hammer's glow, bursting into flashes.

"What was that?"

"Sword light! Powerful fighters are battling outside the city!"

"That pressure is terrifying!"

"What level are they?"

Every guard in Notting City went on alert, staring wide-eyed at the forest that would not stop shaking.

At the same time, in Notting Academy.

Yu Xiaogang was patiently lecturing Tang San, pouring out his theories and trying to convince him just how dangerous women were.

He was in the middle of his lecture when—

Boom—!

A thunderous crash rolled across the sky.

A blinding white light flashed through the night, then vanished.

"Teacher, what was that?"

Tang San looked up sharply and caught the last flicker of sword light.

"Powerful fighters are battling."

Yu Xiaogang frowned, his expression grave. "They must be Seven-Ring Soul Saints."

His experience was limited. He could not imagine that such a terrifying sight had been caused by two Titled Douluo—and two of the very strongest among them.