Do Something Useful, Barbatos!

Tang Hao's wildly improbable fighting strength stunned everyone.

Even the people of Teyvat could not help wondering whether the neighboring world's combat system had broken down.

What did it mean that a wounded level 95 Titled Douluo could hammer two level 95 Titled Douluo and a level 98 Titled Douluo—and Tang Hao still had not gone all out?

[Tang Ya: So we should have focused on cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer...]

[Tang Chen: Obviously. Didn't you see that Tang Hao hadn't even used Ring Detonation, yet he had all three of them on the ropes?]

[Tang Chen: If he'd used Ring Detonation, no one could've stopped him unless Qian Daoliu came out.]

[Golden Crocodile: Your Excellency Tang Chen, aren't you taking Spirit Hall a little too lightly?]

It was clear that the Worship Hall did not intend to intervene by force. Otherwise, its members would have rushed out to fight Tang Hao long ago.

The Worship Hall only made a move when Tang Hao was about to destroy Spirit Hall's buildings.

If Golden Crocodile had not spoken up, everyone might have forgotten that Spirit Hall still had a level 98 Titled Douluo. No—he was now a level 99 Limit Douluo.

The Clear Sky Sect had pushed Spirit Hall so hard lately that its prestige had taken a heavy blow.

Spirit Hall's image of invincibility had also been smashed to pieces in this clash between the two powers.

Its members did not even qualify to intervene. They could only do odd jobs below, like underlings.

The Clear Sky Sect's disciples were now at their most arrogant. After sealing themselves away for so many years, they had learned there was a God King in the family?

If they did not show off now, what were they waiting for?

Whenever they