Shuofang Si stared at the hundred-meter hammer blotting out the sky, his expression unchanged.
The Clear Sky Hammer crashed down with devastating pressure. The shock wave flattened swathes of trees, sending mud and stones flying.
His eyes went blank. His gene lock opened.
A spiral of psychokinesis shot out, silent yet unerringly precise, and blasted straight into Tang Hao's rear.
Just like Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth soul skill: chrysanthemums withered, wounds covered the ground, and falling petals left hearts torn apart.
Tang Hao's towering aura burst like a punctured balloon.
All color drained from his face. A distorted wail escaped his throat, and he plummeted from the sky like a kite with its string cut.
The Clear Sky True Body collapsed instantly. The hundred-meter hammer rapidly shrank in midair, becoming a streak of dark light that vanished back into his body.
Shuofang Si had no intention of giving him time to breathe. He would finish him while he was down.
He raised one hand, and his Evil God martial soul appeared instantly. He activated Gravity Anchor, the soul skill from the Ant Emperor Qian Jun's second soul ring.
Crushing gravity descended out of nowhere, pinning Tang Hao in place just as he tried to struggle to his feet.
Tang Hao's knees sank half a foot into the soil, and the circulation of his soul power grew sluggish.
He forced his head up to look at Shuofang Si's martial soul, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
The martial soul's aura was evil and bizarre. More terrifying still, it had only four soul rings, yet three glowed a blinding red, while the remaining one was a mixture of black and red.
Four rings, three red? How was that possible?!
Tang Hao's mind went blank for a moment, as though everything he knew had been