"Bang-"
The Clear Sky Hammer and the Coiling Dragon Staff collided heavily. The dark red power of Divine Slaughter's Domain and Demon Subduing Douluo's red soul power exploded in midair. The powerful shock wave instantly sent loose stones flying, while the surrounding trees shook violently, their branches and leaves falling like a torrential downpour.
Demon Subduing Douluo felt a savage force surge along his staff. His arms tingled, and he instinctively retreated three steps before steadying himself.
He lowered his gaze to the dark red soul power lingering on the Coiling Dragon Staff, his brows knitting tightly. Although he had not used his full strength in that strike, he had still used seventy percent of his soul power. Ordinarily, that would have been enough to severely injure a Soul Master who had just broken through to level 90, yet Tang Hao...
Tang Hao fared poorly as well. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split instantly, blood dripping down the hammer's handle. Waves of aching numbness coursed through his arms, even weakening his grip on the hammer.
Yet he forced his back straight, his eyes filled with shock. How was this possible? Demon Subduing Douluo's strike only injured me this much?
He had been prepared to suffer a "severe injury" after taking a strike head-on, but the reality far exceeded his expectations. His strength had not suddenly soared, nor did it seem that Jiang Mo had deliberately held back. Rather, his opponent's power seemed to have been weakened by some inexplicable force.
Golden Crocodile, Qian Jun, and Guang Ling stood nearby, their expressions equally grave. Qian Jun Douluo lowered his voice, his tone puzzled.
"Second Brother, Jiang Mo didn't hold back just now, did he? Even with Divine Slaughter's Domain, Tang Hao shouldn't have suffered so little damage."
They had