"Hold firm! Clear Sky Body Protection!"
Layer upon layer of sky-blue shields instantly enveloped Tang Hao and Ah Yin.
Chrysanthemum petals filling the sky slashed madly against the shields, producing a dense clamor of clashing metal!
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
The piercing sounds merged into one continuous din, sparks flying everywhere!
Although Tang Hao's presence was already wavering under Yue Guan's repeated bombardment, like a candle in the rain that might go out at any moment, he stubbornly refused to retreat another step!
His feet rooted themselves deep in the ground, turning him into an immovable mountain!
"Hmm?"
Qian Xunji stood quietly in the distance, his brows lifting slightly in surprise.
He had not expected Tang Hao to be so tenacious.
A rank-89 Soul Douluo could actually withstand a Titled Douluo's ninth soul skill head-on for this long?
Although he had a record of severely injuring opponents of his own rank within a few moves, that was nowhere near as difficult as what he was doing now.
"Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect... you certainly live up to your reputation..."
Qian Xunji murmured, his gaze growing colder. If a genius could not be used by Spirit Hall, then he had to be killed before he could grow.
Light Feather Douluo put away his joking expression, his ice-covered left eye watching the battlefield without blinking.
This was how she looked when she was serious.
"Old Ghost, join forces with me!"
Yue Guan's expression was ugly. He knew he had unleashed his ninth soul skill at full power just now, without holding anything back, yet he had failed to take down even a Soul Douluo!
If word of this got out, where would he, Chrysanthemum Douluo, put his face?
"All right!"
Gui Mei answered. The black mist instantly contracted, then shot toward Tang Hao's position!
However,
Before Ghost Douluo could get into position, Tang Hao's presence surged!
His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have entered a mysterious state. His chilling killing intent surpassed what it had been before, becoming even more dangerous.
Driven into a desperate corner, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand seemed to become one with him. It was no longer a Martial Soul, but a part of his body!
"Die!"
Tang Hao roared. Rather than retreating, he charged straight at Yue Guan!
The Clear Sky Hammer traced an afterimage through the air!
Yue Guan's pupils abruptly contracted. He instinctively raised both hands, countless chrysanthemum petals gathering into a shield before him!
"Block it!"
However,
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the brief instant it took to close in, Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer several times, each blow striking precisely the same spot on the shield!
Chrysanthemum Douluo's hasty response played right into Tang Hao's hands. This kind of defense was perfectly suited to the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, whose damage practically multiplied as time passed!
Only a few breaths passed.
Then came a crack!
The chrysanthemum shield shattered!
"What?!"
Yue Guan's expression changed drastically, but it was already too late to retreat!
Boom!
Tang Hao smashed his final hammer blow into Yue Guan's chest, sending him flying!
Pfft!
Yue Guan spat out a mouthful of blood in midair. His body flew backward dozens of meters like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the mountainside!
"Yue Guan!"
Gui Mei cried out, revealing his Martial Soul Avatar as he stepped in front of Yue Guan.
Tang Hao pressed his advantage, raising the Clear Sky Hammer once more!
"How dare you!"
Gui Mei roared, activating his ninth soul skill!
"Hell Demons!"
Countless pale ghost hands reached out from the black mist, clawing toward Tang Hao in a dense mass, trying to slow his assault!
But Tang Hao was in far too frenzied a state!
He seemed not to care about his life at all, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer madly and smashing the ghost hands apart one after another!
They could not even slow him down. Tang Hao closed in with two strides, shook off the scattered ghost hands entangling him, and seized the opening to swing his hammer at Gui Mei. Gui Mei could only barely turn into black mist to evade it, but the wind from the hammer still grazed him, making him spit blood!
"Old Ghost, retreat! Something's wrong with this brat from the Clear Sky Sect!"
Yue Guan forced himself to his feet and grabbed Gui Mei's shoulder. Both men shot backward at the same time!
Two Titled Douluo, both injured!
"Interesting."
Light Feather Douluo's silver-white eyes turned utterly cold. From the looks of it, the intelligence reports had not exaggerated Tang Hao's abilities at all; if anything, they had understated them. He had not seen a monster capable of fighting above his rank like this in many years.
In the distance,
Holy shit...
Chen Qianqiu could not help swearing inwardly. Although he had roughly guessed how things would turn out when Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo faced Tang Hao, witnessing it firsthand was a different kind of shock.
Does the Clear Sky Sect really think heaven favors them, that holding a hammer puts them above every law under heaven?
A Soul Douluo was beating down two Titled Douluo?
And he even injured both of them?
Did that make sense?!
Did that fucking make sense?!
No matter how powerful the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was, wasn't this far too absurd?
What happened to every rank of difference between Titled Douluo being like a heavenly chasm? What, the protagonist's party didn't have to follow the setting's rules?
No wonder the Clear Sky Sect dared call itself number one under heaven in front of Spirit Hall. That was only human nature. If I had cheats, I'd be just as arrogant!
Beside him, Qian Renxue's little cheeks puffed up, her beautiful, brilliant eyes full of anger:
"That ugly uncle actually dared to hit our Spirit Hall's people! I'll definitely hit him back when I grow up!"
She clenched her little fists, looking as though she wished she could charge right in.
Hearing this, Chen Qianqiu swished his tail, deep in thought.
This little girl's mindset had not yet been completely destroyed by Bibi Dong's PUA methods, nor had she experienced those long years holed up in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace playing a role.
She was still quite sunny, not so cold, and protective of her own.
"Xiao Hei."
Qian Renxue leaned a little closer, her small hands gripping Chen Qianqiu's paw tightly, a trace of trembling in her voice:
"Do you think we can win?"
The little blonde was actually somewhat afraid.
After all, she was not even ten yet. This was her first time seeing a battle between Titled Douluo, and that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering might made her little heart pound wildly.
But perhaps because of her bloodline, Qian Renxue also felt an inexplicable excitement.
"Probably. Let's keep watching."
Chen Qianqiu replied, his dark-gold slit pupils fixed on the battlefield.
A single Soul Douluo taking on two Titled Douluo head-on was a feat worthy of being recorded in history in any era.
On the battlefield.
Tang Hao panted heavily. His body was already covered in wounds, blood dripping down his robes, but his presence was even more concentrated than before!
He raised his head toward the sky, an unyielding flame burning in his eyes:
"Qian Xunji! Your Spirit Hall targets Ah Yin at every turn, just because she's a Soul Beast? You keep claiming to uphold humanity's order. Do you really think Spirit Hall is heaven itself?!"
"Tang Hao, now that the fighting has reached this point, stop waving grand banners!"
An indifferent voice descended from the sky. Qian Xunji stood suspended in the air, his palms pressed together, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul slowly appearing behind him.
Brilliant golden light radiated from the Angel Martial Soul, illuminating half the night sky as brightly as day!
Holy and majestic!
It was countless times more powerful than what Qian Renxue could unleash now. Its presence weighed down the air throughout the valley, as though the Angel God herself had descended!
Qian Xunji looked down at Tang Hao, his tone flat. Thinking of the Clear Sky Sect's various attitudes toward his daughter and Spirit Hall, he could no longer be bothered to maintain even a veneer of civility: