Even Tang Hao was in such a wretched state, so there was no need to mention Yu Dashi and the others. They had all collapsed to the ground, trembling.
Yu Dashi's eyes were filled with shock and despair!
Yu Dashi would stake his own theories on it: he had never seen such an overbearing martial soul.
That phantom Torch Dragon, for instance-he had never heard of any martial soul capable of reaching such heights.
As for those nine red soul rings, Yu Dashi felt he had already had his fill of shock. Those were nothing now.
Of course, Yu Dashi was not the only one filled with despair and shock. Tang San was, too.
Tang San was praying, praying that his daddy, Tang Hao, would defeat Bibi Dong.
Because Tang San knew that if Tang Hao lost, none of them would meet a pleasant end.
"Well? Doesn't this feel wonderful?"
Bibi Dong looked at Tang Hao and spoke with a wicked smile, a teasing glint flickering in her eyes.
"Nothing special. The feeling is barely passable."
As Tang Hao spoke, he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, beginning to readjust his condition.
Bibi Dong's strength had shaken him far too deeply. If he did not steady his mind now, he would undoubtedly die.
Within seconds, Tang Hao opened his eyes. At that moment, his spirit, energy, and focus had all returned to their peak.
Then Tang Hao said, "Xiao San, watch closely. This is how you use the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"Ninth Soul Skill: Sky-Piercing Strike!"
As his words fell, Tang Hao's ninth soul ring flashed red, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand smashed down. But he was not striking at Bibi Dong.
He was striking the air!
Bang!
The air exploded with a deafening blast.