"Do you think you're still the invincible Clear Sky Douluo you were back then? We have five Titled Douluos above rank 95 here. Even with you joining them, Tang Hao, what can you change? Today, both you and your son will die here!"
Faced with Qian Jun Douluo's mockery, Tang Hao merely tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer coldly, without the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes.
Just as swords were drawn and the battle hung by a thread, another deep, resounding voice came from the gates of Shrek Academy.
"What if you count us too!"
Three formidable figures strode onto Shrek Academy's field.
The man in the lead was tall and powerfully built, with a resolute face and a hint of resemblance to Tang Hao around his brows.
He, too, held an enormous Clear Sky Hammer, and nine soul rings flashed beneath his feet. He was unmistakably a Titled Douluo of unfathomable strength.
It was none other than the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, Howling Sky Douluo-Tang Xiao!
Beside Tang Xiao were two Clear Sky Sect elders with white hair and beards, their auras as deep as an abyss.
These two elders also held Clear Sky Hammers, with nine soul rings beneath their feet.
"Brother Hao, your big brother is here to help!" Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao, excitement and guilt in his eyes.
"Big Brother!" Tang Hao shuddered, his eyes instantly reddening at the sight of the elder brother he had not seen for years.
He had thought the sect had abandoned him completely. He had never expected that, in this moment of peril, his big brother had not forgotten him and would personally lead the sect's elders here to help.
Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and the students of Shrek Academy had long since fled several hundred meters away in fright.
Who could have imagined that this tiny, obscure Shrek Academy, which did not even have a decent gate-
Would have eleven Titled Douluos gathered here today!
Five from Spirit Hall!
Two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Four from the Clear Sky Sect!
When Ning Fengzhi saw Tang Xiao arrive with his men, his heart finally settled back into place.
He lightly straightened the robes that their auras had blown askew and said with a clear laugh:
"Sect Master Tang, you've come at just the right time. Spirit Hall has grown so powerful that it stopped taking our Upper Three Sects seriously long ago."
"If our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Clear Sky Sect are defeated one by one today, the thousand-year legacies of the Douluo Continent's Upper Three Sects really will come to an end. Now, as branches of the same tree, our Upper Three Sects should join forces against the enemy. We cannot let Spirit Hall's plot succeed."
Hearing this, Tang Xiao nodded firmly and planted his Clear Sky Hammer on the ground with a dull, thunderous boom.
His resolute face was filled with killing intent. "You're too kind, Sect Master Ning. Now that your martial soul has evolved and you've broken through to Soul Douluo, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support abilities deserve to be called the best on the continent. With your support, the two of us joining forces need not necessarily fear those five."
Opposite them, Light Feather Douluo sneered, his icy eyes full of impatience.
"Enough nonsense!" Light Feather Douluo roared. Soul power surged throughout his body, and he instantly drew his ice-crystal longbow into a full moon.
The fifth soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up. A terrifying arrow, too fast for the naked eye to follow, shot straight at Ning Fengzhi, wrapped in bitterly cold air.
"Sect Master, watch out!" Sword Douluo cried, his figure vanishing.
The next second, an earth-shaking clang rang out.
With the Seven Kill Sword in hand, Sword Douluo stood firmly in front of Ning Fengzhi.
The Seven Kill Sword before him, radiating chilling killing intent along its entire length, struck Light Feather Douluo's arrow with perfect precision and cleaved it cleanly in two.
Sword Douluo raised his head, two sword-sharp gleams bursting from his eyes and shooting straight toward Light Feather Douluo:
"I've long heard that Spirit Hall's Light Feather Douluo has peerless archery, that his longbow hits the mark a hundred times out of a hundred and has never missed. Today, this old man's Seven Kill Sword would very much like to experience it."
"Uncle Jian, be careful!" Ning Fengzhi warned with some concern.
He knew that Light Feather Douluo was the fifth-ranked supreme expert of the Worship Hall, with cultivation as high as rank 96. Like Sword Douluo, he was a Peak Douluo.
His elusive, unpredictable archery was universally acknowledged to be difficult to handle.
Sword Douluo waved dismissively and laughed heartily. "Don't worry. This old man is rank 96 too. Among those of the same rank, the Seven Kill Sword has never feared anyone."
He turned to Bone Douluo beside him. "Old Bones, protect the sect master! Today, I'm going to chop the paws off these old dogs of Spirit Hall!"
"Rest assured. With me here, no one will harm a single hair on Fengzhi's head."
Gu Rong answered thunderously, his withered frame suddenly straightening.
On the other side, the brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao could no longer restrain the towering battle fervor within them.
They exchanged a glance, understood each other without words, and roared at the same time, launching themselves like cannonballs from their barrels toward the two worshippers, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
Tang Xiao took on Qian Jun Douluo, while Tang Hao met Demon Subduing Douluo.
On one side were the Clear Sky Hammers renowned across the continent; on the other were the Worship Hall's Coiling Dragon Staffs.
As these two supreme tool martial souls collided, Shrek Academy's field became a scene of carnage.
All four unleashed their Martial Soul Avatars at the same time!
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao suddenly grew several times larger, their muscles knotted like roots, resembling two ancient war gods standing tall between heaven and earth.
The brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo refused to be outdone. With their Coiling Dragon Staff Avatars, every sweep of the two staffs brought peals of draconic roars, and each strike seemed capable of shattering the void.
The ground cracked continuously beneath their clashes. Several of Shrek Academy's school buildings, built from ordinary brick and stone, swayed on the verge of collapse under the shock waves of the battle.
Tang Xiao was, after all, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. His cultivation had already reached the level of a rank 96 Peak Douluo, and his mastery of the Clear Sky Hammer had reached the very pinnacle.
Against Qian Jun Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.
Every hammer blow forced Qian Jun Douluo to rein in his attacks and shift to defense.
Tang Hao's situation on the other side was far worse.
Back then, Tang Hao had forcibly used the Ring Detonation Secret Art to severely injure Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji.
That battle had left Tang Hao's body with severe hidden injuries.
Over the years, he had not tended to his injuries at all, causing his cultivation to advance slowly and leaving the meridians inside his body riddled with holes.
Facing the rank 96 Demon Subduing Douluo, Tang Hao's fighting spirit soared to the heavens, but his old injuries clearly made it somewhat difficult for him to cope.
"Brother Hao, how are you holding up?" Tang Xiao drove Qian Jun Douluo back with a hammer blow and seized the moment to shout toward Tang Hao.
"I'm fine! These little injuries won't kill me." Tang Hao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead as he forced himself to show not the slightest sign of faltering.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei were like two sinister venomous snakes.
While Sword Douluo, Tang Xiao, and Tang Hao were occupied by the worshippers, they crept silently toward Tang San and Xiao Wu behind the teaching building.
They had only ever had two objectives: capture Tang Hao and that hundred-thousand-year soft bone rabbit.
As long as they captured Tang San and Xiao Wu, the brothers Tang Hao and Tang Xiao would fear breaking the vase while striking the rat and would surely no longer dare fight with their lives on the line.
When that happened, control of this battle would rest entirely in Spirit Hall's hands.
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