No Longer Hiding

Others might not know Dai Mubai's strength, but Zhao Wuji knew it very well.

A year ago, the two of them could still trade blows evenly.

Half a year ago, Dai Mubai had stopped fighting him.

Although he had never lost, Zhao Wuji knew that Dai Mubai was saving him some face.

Now that another half a year had passed, what level had Dai Mubai's strength reached?

Zhao Wuji truly wanted to see.

So, even severely injured, Zhao Wuji refused to leave.

Tang Hao laughed, thoroughly driven to laughter by his anger.

How many years had it been, for no one to remember the fearsome reputation of the Clear Sky Douluo anymore?

It was one thing for a Soul Saint to dare fight him to the death, but now even a teenage brat dared to look down on him like this.

It seems I'll have to strike a little harder next.

At that thought, a sharp glint appeared in Tang Hao's eyes, and nine Soul Rings manifested immediately afterward.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The nine Soul Rings blazed, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of a Titled Douluo as though it would destroy everything.

In particular, his red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring radiated a heavy pressure from its deep crimson depths, like a mountain that left people unable to breathe.

"Brat, today I'll teach you just how high the heavens and how deep the earth truly are."

Tang Hao roared in anger, disregarding the differences in status, age, and cultivation as he directed the full pressure of his aura straight at Dai Mubai.

He had summoned Dai Mubai partly because of the issue with Tang San's Martial Soul, and partly because his observations over the past few days had confirmed that Dai Mubai was the backbone of this group of talented youths. He intended to grind down his pride and strip the arrogance from his bones so that he could serve his son, Tang San, in the future.

The abilities Dai Mubai had displayed were simply too formidable. Coupled with the differences in age and cultivation, even Tang Hao, for all his confidence in his son, had to admit that Tang San could not bring him to heel.

That was why he, the father, had stepped forward personally.

This was the perfect opportunity to show Dai Mubai his power, making him easier to tame.

"So this is the so-called Clear Sky Douluo?"

"Nothing special!"

Facing Tang Hao's pressure, Dai Mubai smiled faintly, his expression remaining calm throughout.

With a thought, his Soul Rings manifested.

Black, black, black, red, red, red.

Six Soul Rings, three black and three red.

His Soul Power had already reached rank 70.

Whenever Dai Mubai wished, he could condense his Seventh Soul Ring. One reason he had delayed doing so was that little of Xiong Jun's origin power remained, enough at most to condense a hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year Soul Ring. For him, that was still somewhat lacking.

Some things still required further study and insight.

The other reason, naturally, was that his Indestructible Vajra was only one step away from major mastery.

He needed to consolidate his foundation before he could go farther.

Back then, he had wanted to condense a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for his Third Soul Ring, but he had ultimately fallen one step short.

Nor had he directly obtained a wisp of the Dragon King's divine power as he had when condensing his second Soul Ring.

In the end, his Third Soul Ring's age had stopped at 99,990,000 years.

Had Tang Hao been at his peak, he really would have needed to avoid his edge for a while.

But the current Tang Hao was not qualified to make him back down.

"Perfect. I'll use the so-called Number One Tool Martial Soul Under Heaven to temper my body and help bring my Indestructible Vajra to major mastery!"

The next instant, an aura even more domineering and powerful than Tang Hao's poured out of Dai Mubai.

The Darkgolden Tiger King threw his head back and roared at the sky, wantonly unleashing the brutality suppressed for so many years.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

At the sight, Flender's eyes filled with boundless horror and shock.

How could anyone's First Soul Ring be ten thousand years old?

Such a thing should have been utterly impossible.

As for having a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as one's fourth Soul Ring, he had never even heard of it.

Even with the truth before his eyes, Flender could not believe it.

It was all simply too outrageous.

Utterly impossible.

"So this is what you've really been hiding, brat?"

Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, believed what he saw when he looked at Dai Mubai, though he was just as shaken.

In his eyes, Dai Mubai ought to be this heaven-defying.

Had this happened to anyone else, he would never have believed it, but with Dai Mubai, he did.

"Brat, don't think you can frighten me with a mere illusion."

"What a laughable, cheap trick."

Despite Tang Hao's words, his eyes were filled with gravity.

Even if he did not believe what he saw was real, he could clearly sense the immense power contained within Dai Mubai's Soul Rings.

That could not be faked.

Although he did not know what sort of fortuitous encounter had allowed him to accomplish this, the gap in their cultivation realms could not be bridged.

Without sufficient Soul Power to support him, no matter how heaven-defying he was, he could not fight a Titled Douluo.

"Tang Hao, what right does someone like you have to be called the Clear Sky Douluo? Compared to your grandfather, you're not worth a single hair."

"As for being the so-called youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, that's the biggest joke of all."

As Dai Mubai spoke in a low voice, brutality rose in his heart, followed immediately by brilliant golden light erupting around him.

At that moment, his edge was incomparably sharp.

Both Xiong Jun himself and the White Tiger Martial Soul delighted in slaughter and battle. Moreover, he himself loved fighting just as much; he had simply kept it suppressed with reason all this time.

Now, he could use this opportunity to let it all out.

As for Tang Hao being the youngest Titled Douluo, Dai Mubai found it rather laughable.

Countless extraordinarily gifted people cultivated painstakingly, only to become stuck at rank 89, whereas Tang Hao had directly received the sacrifice of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, bypassing that so-called bottleneck.

Even before that, he had already possessed a full set of Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones, every single one of them of the finest quality.

Compared with those who had truly become Titled Douluos through their own cultivation, Tang Hao really amounted to little.

Strip those things away, and in Dai Mubai's eyes, Tang Hao was not even as good as Snake Lance Douluo, whom people mockingly called a Quasi-Titled Douluo.

From beginning to end, he had possessed nothing of his own.

Of course, Dai Mubai only took issue with that boastful claim. He himself had reached this point by preparing resources in advance, and in a certain sense, he was no different from Tang Hao.

But now that the man was his enemy, he naturally had to seize on his sore spots and attack them.

Where one sat determined how one thought. Had Tang Hao been on his side, he would absolutely have found another angle and sung his praises in every way.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Tiger King Descends!"

After his taunt, Dai Mubai activated his Fourth Soul Skill without the slightest hesitation.