No Fancy Moves, Just One Hammer Blow: Tang Hao Strikes
He subconsciously took a half step back, unsure whether to continue treating her as a companion or as a walking Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Spirit Bone.
Flender and Zhao Wuji also stared at Xiao Wu, looking her up and down as if she were a rare treasure.
Although Tai Tan didn't speak, a hint of surprise flashed in his single eye. Although the Strength Clan had submitted to Tang San, even he, Soul Douluo, had never seen a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast before.
"Have you seen enough?!"
Xiao Wu suddenly raised her head, her eyes red and glaring at everyone, her voice trembling.
Since she took human form, her greatest fear has been having her true identity discovered. But now, this secret has been made public, and everyone is looking at her with the kind of eyes that scrutinize an outsider, as if she is no longer a person, but an auction item waiting to be sold.
In the shadows, Tang Hao frowned.
He had thought that Fang Fan would be shocked and back down upon hearing his name, but the young man didn't even raise an eyebrow from beginning to end, remaining incredibly calm.
After Tang San called out "Dad," while everyone else was excited or terrified by the name of Clear Sky Douluo, Fang Fan still stood with his hands behind his back, as if he were just listening to a trivial matter.
This is very unusual.
This kid only had a Titled Douluo of around Ninety-first Rank secretly protecting him, while Tang Hao was a level 95 Clear Sky Douluo, who could send that Titled Douluo flying with a single hammer blow.
But why is this kid so calm? Does he have some hidden plan he doesn't know about?
But regardless, his status as the mistress has been exposed, and Xiao Wu cannot be taken away. He has to take action.
"Whoosh--"
A dark figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Tang San.
The moment he landed, an overwhelming wave of Soul Power exploded outwards from him, cracking the ground inch by inch, and sending rubble and dust flying in all directions.
A burly middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his tattered black robe fluttering wildly in the waves of Soul Power, his disheveled hair covering half his face, but the one eye that was visible was as captivating as Abyss.
He didn't release his Martial Soul or reveal his Soul Ring; he simply stood there, and the oppressive aura he exuded made it difficult for everyone present to even breathe.
Shui Yunlian took five or six steps back, her expression changing drastically.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er both groaned at the same time, their shoulders sinking under the pressure of that aura, rendering them unable to move.
Tai Tan trembled with emotion, knelt on one knee, and tears streamed down his face.
"Clear Sky Douluo! This old Tai Tan pays his respects to Clear Sky Douluo!"
Flender, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang bowed in unison, their faces filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a calamity.
Tang San let out a long breath. His father's appearance was even more shocking than he had imagined. His aura alone was enough to suppress the entire scene. This was Clear Sky Douluo, and this was his greatest source of confidence.
"Whoosh--"
Another whooshing sound filled the air.
The bloated figure of the Pufferfish Douluo suddenly flashed in front of Fang Fan, unleashing the full power of his Ninety-first Rank Titled Douluo aura, barely managing to keep Tang Hao's domineering pressure three feet away from Fang Fan.
But his face was extremely pale.
The person in front of me is Tang Hao, a level 95 Clear Sky Douluo. Back then, even the old Pope Qian Xunji was defeated by him.
As someone who had only recently broken through to the Titled Douluo Ninety-first Rank, I was utterly insignificant compared to this Plane.
But he couldn't retreat; the Saint Son was right behind him, and he had to protect him even if it cost him his life.
However, his heart was in turmoil.
The Saint Son remained unfazed by Tang Hao's presence, maintaining a calm and collected demeanor throughout. Was he simply a fearless newborn calf, or did he truly have something to rely on?
Ning Rongrong stood Fang Fan, tilting her head to sized up the imposing man in black robes before her.
Is this Tang Hao?
The aura of Titled Douluo is indeed intimidating, but she grew up with Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa since childhood, so her perspective is far beyond that of others.
Although Tang Hao's aura was domineering, it seemed to be losing momentum, like a crack hidden beneath a surging wave. Compared to the seamless sharpness of Sword Grandpa, it was still a step behind.
With that kind of strength, could he defeat the former Pope?
She had heard of how Qian Xunji was severely injured and died after being defeated by Tang Hao when he was at level 95, but the Tang Hao in front of her didn't seem like someone who could beat a level 95 Pope like that at all.
Or perhaps the wounds inflicted by that great battle were simply too severe.
His strength has not yet recovered? Is that why he is weaker than Sword Grandpa?
Fang Fan reached out and gently patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, pulling her behind him. His gaze passed over the Pufferfish Douluo and landed on Tang Hao.
He finally spoke, his tone as calm as if he were greeting an old acquaintance:
"Clear Sky Douluo has finally decided to come out."
But are you sure you want to do it here?
"Your old injuries from back then haven't fully healed yet, have they? Going all out here might leave lasting effects."
"Killing you would be as easy as crushing a few wild dogs."
Tang Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like muffled thunder in everyone's ears.
He casually slammed the black Clear Sky Hammer in his hand onto the ground. The moment the hammerhead hit the ground, a spiderweb-like crack appeared around the handle, and rubble was thrown up by the shockwave, crashing against the walls on both sides of the street.
His gaze, sharp as a knife, slowly swept over the bulky figure of the Pufferfish Douluo.
"This dead fish Douluo is too weak. All of you from the Spirit Hall will die here today. Now that I've come out, I won't hold back."
Shui Bing'er's expression changed drastically, and she subconsciously pulled Shui Yue'er back several steps.
This was the first time Zhu Zhuqing had ever seen such a domineering Titled Douluo. Her fists clenched involuntarily, and the aura of the Hell Spirit Cat King surged within her, yet she did not flinch in the slightest.
A flicker of fear flashed in Dugu Yan's emerald eyes, but Fang Fan still standing with his hands behind his back, she gritted her teeth and forced back the foot she had stepped out with.
Ning Rongrong puffed out her flat chest, raised her chin, and said disdainfully:
"You? Don't talk big! I'm the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what can you do to me?"
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Tang Hao sneered, his eyes filled with disdain as if he were looking at a group of ants.
"Among the Top Three Sects, they are not even as good as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at least dared to smash up a branch of the Spirit Hall, but what about your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
"Under the oppression of the Spirit Hall, they didn't dare utter a single word, only knowing how to sell their daughters for personal gain; they're truly spineless watchdogs."
"Your Clear Sky Sect isn't even one of the Top Three Sects anymore, so why are you closing your sect and locking your doors?"
Fang Fan's voice rang out calmly, a faint hint of sarcasm playing at the corners of his lips.
"Weren't you very powerful back then? You single-handedly severely injured the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, making you famous throughout the world."
"How did it end up causing your father to die of anger?"
Tang Hao's facial muscles twitched suddenly, and a murderous intent surged in his single eye.
He stopped talking and gripped the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer with his right hand. The jet-black hammer hummed and trembled in his palm, black lightning crackled and danced across the hammer, and violent Soul Power surged outwards like a hurricane.
He swung the Clear Sky Hammer, using no fancy Soul Skill, just pure, unadulterated power, and smashed it down on Fang Fan, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
The moment the hammer fell, the air was compressed into a piercing sonic boom. The street's bluestone was torn apart inch by inch by the hammer's wind, and the courtyard walls on both sides of the street collapsed with a roar. The Soul Master were shaken to the side by the shockwave, and those with slightly weaker strength were sent flying backward with their feet off the ground.
The power of that hammer blow was like Mount Tai pressing down, or like a meteor falling to earth.