Tang Hao, Put Some Strength Into It

Qian Chenming smiled without answering.

He merely raised his hand, and the Angel Holy Sword trembled gently, releasing a clear, ringing sword cry.

That sword cry was like a signal.

Tang Hao moved.

He surged upward, his entire body becoming a black shadow. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swelled instantly, its massive head expanding to ten times its size.

Its long handle also grew from three meters to ten, turning it into a strangely shaped, gigantic weapon that swept out an enormous arc.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine neatly arranged soul rings-two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red-shone against the black-and-red radiance of the Clear Sky Hammer itself.

Those surging energy fluctuations made Tang Hao look like a demonic god simply standing there.

Tang Hao rapidly advanced three steps. As he took the final step, his left foot stamped heavily against the ground, and an invisible wave of air instantly exploded outward.

He directly unleashed the Clear Sky Sect's exclusive secret art, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

Hammer strike followed hammer strike, each heavier than the last, each raising a shrill howl that tore through the air.

The first strike sent golden light flying.

The second made the earth tremble.

The third, fourth, and fifth strikes followed, their hammer shadows pouring down on Qian Chenming in an unbroken tempest.

Qian Chenming stood where he was, the golden radiance beneath his feet like a mirror reflecting his calm face.

He raised his hand, and a golden curtain of light condensed before him, shaped like a shield wall and shimmering with color.

"Hundred-thousand-year Nine-Winged Divine Bird soul bone skill, Holy Shield!"

Boom!

The Clear Sky Hammer smashed into the curtain of light. The thunderous impact shook the entire Pope's Palace, but the light curtain did not budge.

Tang Hao's pupils abruptly contracted.

Yet he did not panic at all.

The Chaotic Cloak grew stronger with every strike to begin with. He refused to believe that even eighty-one strikes would be useless.

He refused to accept it.

The eighth strike, the ninth, the tenth-he poured all his strength into each blow, every one powerful enough to shatter a mountaintop, yet that curtain of light remained as steady as a rock.

After dozens of consecutive strikes.

Tang Hao finally gritted his teeth.

"How is this possible..."

Outside the Angel Domain, Feng Xiaotian, who had already witnessed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer in Tang San's hands, was also utterly shaken.

Back when he had faced Tang San's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he had been unable to withstand it after just ten strikes.

Yet now.

Facing Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, whose strength was dozens of times greater than Tang San's.

Even after forty or fifty strikes, Qian Chenming remained as steady as Mount Tai.

"Is... is the gap in strength between them really this great?"

Feng Xiaotian was utterly astonished.

At that moment.

Inside the Angel Domain, Tang Hao abruptly withdrew his hammer and retreated thirty feet, his chest heaving violently as both hands gripped the handle.

He had intended to complete the full sequence, but he discovered that, toward the end, he was actually becoming exhausted.

What exactly was going on?

Of course he knew Qian Chenming was behind it, but he had no idea why.

And Qian Chenming certainly could not explain to him that the defensive skill of this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, obtained through the reward options attached to him before his transmigration, was extraordinary.

Besides being indestructible, it could also drain the attacker's soul power as time passed.

So.

If Tang Hao continued, it was hard to say whether he could even last through all eighty-one strikes.

Clearly.

Judging by the current situation, he could no longer hold on.

"Damn it!"

Tang Hao growled, a layer of dark red light erupting all over his body.

Seventh Soul Skill, Clear Sky True Body!

"Xiaosan, watch closely. This is the true Clear Sky True Body!"

As his seventh soul ring lit up, the enormous black Clear Sky Hammer behind Tang Hao abruptly blazed with light.

Intense black light surged and roiled. The massive Clear Sky Hammer unfurled into the wind, actually growing to over a hundred meters in length.

Its enormous head resembled a small mountain, and the ancient patterns on its body seemed like a sleeping ferocious beast awakening.

Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, and his aura grew so violent that even the ground began to crack.

"Qian Chenming, can you withstand this strike?!"

With an enraged shout, he leaped up, and the Clear Sky True Body descended from the sky with crushing force, smashing down in a single strike.

In that instant, golden light and dark red collided thunderously inside the Pope's Palace.

Outside the domain, everyone stared fixedly at that area.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was grave as he said quietly, "Even a Titled Douluo like Qian Chenming probably wouldn't dare take this strike head-on."

Though the Sword and Bone Douluo did not reply, they exchanged a glance, their expressions already full of agreement.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo breathed an even more obvious sigh of relief, sneering coldly at Qian Chenming.

At that moment.

Qian Chenming, however, looked at Tang Hao with some contempt. "Nothing but an ant that doesn't know its own limits."

Then the golden radiance from his six unfurled angel wings spread across the sky outside the Pope's Palace, and Qian Chenming leaped up to hover in midair.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Angel Sword Slash!"

As his words fell.

The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed.

The Angel Holy Sword abruptly expanded. Qian Chenming raised the holy sword, now a thousand feet long, high in both hands, its blade flowing with sacred radiance of the utmost purity.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung it down, colliding with the oncoming Clear Sky Hammer.

Boom!

The two forces crashed together, golden light and dark red intertwining into a devastating storm.

Tang Hao's Clear Sky True Body, that mountain-sized black hammer shadow, began to split with a thin crack running from the center of its head.

Crack, crack.

Cracks spread like a spiderweb, and beneath everyone's horrified gazes, the entire Clear Sky Hammer shattered into a sky full of black light.

"No, how could this happen?!"

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. He felt a force recoil against him, and he actually lost control of the Clear Sky Hammer.

And his loss of control was not due to some accident.

Rather, it was because his Clear Sky Hammer truly could no longer withstand the Angel Holy Sword's cleaving strike and was about to shatter.

That was what finally made him lose his grip on it.

Then.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and the recoil blasted Tang Hao backward, slamming him heavily into the outer barrier of the Angel Domain.

With a thunderous crash, Tang Hao fell to the ground, his chest heaving violently, his aura in utter disarray.

Dead silence fell over the entire scene.

Outside the domain.

Ning Fengzhi abruptly rose to his feet, his pupils contracting. "The Clear Sky Hammer... shattered?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's fingers trembled slightly as he said quietly, "Overpowering strength with strength, clashing head-on with the Clear Sky True Body... just how strong is this Qian Chenming?"

The cold sneer on Poison Douluo Dugu Bo's face froze as well. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he forcibly swallowed the taunt he had been about to deliver.

Tang San's mouth hung wide open, unable to close for a long while.

What happened to telling your son to watch closely? Then put up a good fight! And in the end, this is what you show me?

Beside him.

Watching Tang Hao's bedraggled figure, Yu Xiaogang already had bloodshot eyes and a crazed expression as he shouted hoarsely, "Impossible! His Excellency Clear Sky Douluo's true body shattered just like that?"

"His Holiness the Pope is far too mighty!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood shoulder to shoulder in the shadows by the palace doors, both looking as though someone had struck them with a hammer, unable to recover for a long while.

"Old Ghost, pinch me."

Gui Mei did not move, his voice dazed. "I pinched myself. It hurt."

"Then this isn't a dream?"