"A chrysanthemum, a little devil, how dare you hurt my son? Get out of my way!"
The moment the words fell, the hairs on the back of Feng Lingtian stood on end. Here it comes.
He had seen the scene countless times on the screen, and now that he was about to witness it with his own eyes, his body reacted before his mind could.
At that very moment, that melody automatically surfaced in his mind—
Look up, chaos and war never end.
Looking back, you are by my side.
Defeating the curse of fate
Make the story immortal--
He had heard this song countless times in front of the screen, but at this moment, the melody and the voice he heard so close by overlapped, like two parallel lines intersecting at this moment.
Before the sound had completely dissipated, a jet-black Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky and smashed into the open space between the silver-armored guards and Shrek.
The stone slab shattered, and shockwaves surged in all directions. Several silver-armored guards who were closest to the slab were thrown away, while the rest were forced to retreat.
The Soul Power that the two cardinals had gathered was mostly dispersed.
Then a tall figure landed right behind him.
Tang Hao stood in the center of the arena, holding the Clear Sky Hammer in his right hand. The dark red patterns on the surface of the hammer were still flowing, as if it had just been pulled out of the furnace.
His gaze swept over everyone else, locking onto Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Upon seeing his father appear, Tang San immediately retracted the Godly Zhuge Crossbow to his waist, grasped Xiao Wu's wrist with his right hand, and pulled her a step behind him, using his shoulder to shield her exposed side.
Chrysanthemum Douluo made the first move. Golden chrysanthemums bloomed behind him, their petals spinning and flying out like sharp blades.
Tang Hao swung his hammer horizontally, the hammer's force colliding head-on with the flower petals, sending golden fragments scattering everywhere.
Ghost Douluo silently cut in from the shadows on the side, reaching out with a claw towards Tang San.
Tang Hao didn't turn around. He smashed the Clear Sky Hammer into the ground, shattering the rocks and forcing Ghost Douluo's figure out of the shadows.
"Just the two of you?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stopped in their tracks, their expressions turning completely grim.
Just then, Bibi Dong made her move. She floated down from the top of the steps, her dark red robe billowing in the wind, and the scepter in her hand condensed with intense purplish-black Soul Power.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stepped forward simultaneously, forming a pincer movement that surrounded Tang Hao in the center.
Tang Hao stood still, watching Bibi Dong approach, without taking a single step back.
" Tang Hao, since you're here, stay." Bibi Dong's voice came from above, her purplish-black Soul Power pulsating in her palm.
She descended without hesitation— the Pope's Scepter rose, and the purplish-black Rakshasa Divine Power condensed into a pillar of light, blasting towards Tang Hao.
Tang Hao blocked with his horizontal hammer, but was forced back two steps, the stone slab beneath his feet shattering into a spiderweb pattern.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's golden petals and Ghost Douluo's shadowy claws followed closely behind, the three attacks landing almost simultaneously beside him.
"Clang--"
With a single sweep of the hammer, the chrysanthemum petals were shattered, the shadowy claws were repelled, and Bibi Dong's scepter was deflected an inch.
Tang Hao pressed one knee to the ground, his knee shattering the stone slab beneath his feet, but he did not fall.
Feng Lingtian stood in the Godwind Academy team, looking at the trace of blood spilling from the corner of Tang Hao's mouth, and his heart suddenly stirred.
When I watched this scene in my past life, I just felt great; even seven people ganging up on him couldn't stop him.
But now, standing here, he noticed the trace of blood. So even Titled Douluo's blood is red. Tang Hao isn't a god; he feels pain too.
Tang Hao slowly stood up, his dark red gaze sweeping over the three people. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away.
"Who else?" Tang Hao asked.
As soon as the words were spoken, four more figures emerged from the shadows on either side of the Pope's Palace.
The four Titled Douluo were dressed in different colors, but each of them had Soul Power fluctuations at the Titled Douluo level.
There were seven Titled Douluo in total. The entire arena was completely covered by their Soul Power, and the air was so heavy that it seemed to have solidified.
"Is that enough?" Bibi Dong asked.
Tang Hao did not answer. He slowly raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and nine Soul Ring rose from his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
When that last red Soul Ring was revealed, the air in the entire arena seemed to freeze for a moment.
Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is a top-tier Soul Ring that can only be obtained by hunting Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
The silver-armored guards, the cardinals, and everyone in the stands—all eyes were fixed on that red Soul Ring.
But Tang Hao did not stop.
The Seventh Soul Ring lit up immediately, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly increased in size several times. The dark red hammer body was covered with golden patterns, and the hammer head was bigger than a person, like a small mountain held in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the first two Soul Ring exploded—black light burst forth, Soul Power surged out, and the entire arena floor trembled.
The expressions of the seven Titled Douluo changed simultaneously. Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.
Tang Hao turned his head and glanced at Tang San: "Look closely, this is the true Clear Sky True Body."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer in a wide arc and smashed it towards the dome of the Pope's Palace —over the heads of the seven people, and landed straight on the huge statue of the angel goddess.
Bibi Dong instinctively raised her hand to block, and a barrier of purplish-black Soul Power condensed in front of her. However, the impact of Clear Sky True Body far exceeded her expectations, and the barrier was directly crushed by the hammer wind.
She was jolted back two steps, only managing to steady herself by using her scepter as a foothold. Golden fragments scattered everywhere, and the left wing of the angel sculpture was smashed, falling from the dome and crashing onto the steps, scattering fragments all over the ground.
Bibi Dong raised her sleeve to deflect a piece of debris and regained her footing.
But the plaza was already empty. Tang Hao, Tang San, and Xiao Wu disappeared behind the pillars at the edge of the arena; no one knew when they had left.
Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment, then lowered her arm and looked at the scattered golden fragments.
After a moment, her voice rang out again, cold and steady, devoid of any emotion. "Pass down the order to hunt down Tang Hao. The rest of you, leave Spirit City."
Feng Lingtian stood there, watching the direction where the three figures had disappeared. He looked down at his palms, which were covered in sweat. He clenched his fist, then relaxed it.
Feng Xiaotian stood beside him, glancing at him sideways. "Why are your hands so cold?"
Feng Lingtian didn't answer. He said, "I'm fine, brother. Let's leave first."
Feng Xiaotian didn't ask any further questions and nodded.
The Godwind Academy team began moving towards the exit. Behind them, the plaza was filled with the noise of people; some were still discussing what had just happened, while others were still reeling from the turn of events. But Feng Lingtian had already followed the Godwind Academy team toward the exit.
We've won the championship and obtained the Soul Bone. Time to head back.
The shattered fragments of the bracelet still lay in the cracks of the arena, shimmering in the sunlight.
Feng Lingtian did not turn around.