Tang Hao's Decisiveness

The air turned solemn, Sword Qi flowed, and a killing intent spread through the air.

Tang Hao sharply sensed that hostile aura, and the vigilance that had only just subsided rose again.

His gaze locked tightly onto Ling Feng, who was walking straight toward him.

That earlier premonition of danger had not been wrong.

"Who are you?" Tang Hao stared at him and demanded in a deep voice.

"The Sword Master of Hidden Sword Peak, Ling Feng!"

Hidden Sword Peak might not have been particularly famous across the continent, but the name Ling Feng was undoubtedly known by all—the Peerless Sword Immortal of the present age.

He stood alongside Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshriner of Spirit Hall, and Bo Saixi, the High Priest of Sea God Island, as one of the four invincible powerhouses of the age.

In his youth, he had once exchanged blows with Tang Hao's great-grandfather, Tang Chen. Back then, Tang Chen had assessed Ling Feng with a single statement: Ling Feng was invincible in the sword dao.

Now, such a figure had suddenly appeared before him. Judging by his stance, he seemed to have been waiting here specifically for him, and Tang Hao felt a trace of unease.

He strapped Tang San, who was in his arms, onto his back. He slightly lowered his body into an attacking stance, like a crouching tiger ready to pounce.

He guarded against his opponent from every direction.

"Tang Hao, how do you and your son want to die?!" Ling Feng stared at him indifferently, slowly spreading his hand as he summoned the first Origin Sword of the Grand Void Nine Origin Sword—the Grand Void Wind Origin Sword.

A wisp of breeze brushed over his hand, and a translucent green sword formed from wind elemental energy appeared in Ling Feng's palm out of thin air.

At the same time, nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, gold—emerged from his body.

They linked together one after another and slowly descended beneath his feet.

The terrifying pressure of a level ninety-nine peak Limit Douluo also burst forth.

Facing Ling Feng, whose Soul Power surpassed his and whose reputation was greater than his own, Tang Hao did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

He likewise released his Martial Soul and soul rings.

Tang Hao spread his right hand, and bolts of lightning flashed across his palm. The lightning intertwined, and a Clear Sky Hammer slowly emerged from within it before Tang Hao gripped it in his hand.

At the same time, five soul rings—black, black, black, black, red—lit up from his body.

Note: The other four had been used in the previous Explode Ring and had not finished cooling down yet.

A battle-ready aura no weaker than Ling Feng's radiated from Tang Hao.

In terms of momentum, Tang Hao's aura even faintly seemed poised to overwhelm his opponent's.

This was Tang Hao's fighting style.

No matter whether his opponent's Soul Power was higher than his or whether they were stronger than him, he would pursue ultimate power and suppress them through sheer strength.

Seeing this, Ling Feng sneered.

A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and he had no intention of indulging Tang Hao's posturing.

As that sharp glint flashed through his eyes, a crescent-shaped Sword Qi shot out from Ling Feng's side and struck toward Tang Hao at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch.

Whoosh!

Sword Qi pursued speed—it was formless and invisible, moving as its wielder wished. Before Tang Hao could react, his heavily muscled arm was sliced and deformed by it.

Pfft!

A thin wall of blood sprayed from Tang Hao's arm.

A wound the width of a sword cut appeared on Tang Hao's arm.

Only when the pain struck did Tang Hao belatedly realize—he had been injured!

In an instant, his pupils constricted violently.

Fear and gloom, like clouds hanging over the sky, shrouded the entire sky within his heart.

If that Sword Qi Ling Feng had just released had cut not his arm, but his throat, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Senior, I have neither grievance nor enmity with you. Why have you specifically blocked my path here?"

Tang Hao knew how terrifying his opponent was. He was far from being a match for him, and if they truly fought, he would gain no advantage.

Thus, he lost the will to resist, directly put away his Martial Soul, and asked the other party with a somewhat courteous tone.

He hoped to turn a major matter into a minor one, and a minor matter into nothing at all.

He had no grudge against Hidden Sword Peak.

The effect of that strike was unexpectedly good, far exceeding Ling Feng's expectations.

Ling Feng had not expected the mighty Clear Sky Douluo to be so weak.

He could not even withstand a single strand of Sword Qi.

"I need no reason to kill."

"If I want you dead, then you must die!"

Ling Feng's gaze was like a sword, sharp and intimidating, while his words were incomparably arrogant.

Tang San, swaddled in his blankets, was instantly seized by panic and fear upon hearing this.

His body began trembling unconsciously.

No. I finally got this one life back. It can't end like this.

Although I don't know why my body became smaller, I don't want to die again.

The Tang Sect Treasure Manual is still in my mind—countless cultivation methods, martial techniques, movement techniques, and hidden weapons.

With these things, Tang San was confident that he could become a true powerhouse.

Tang San wanted to resist, wanted to struggle, but he could not.

He could only remain trapped within his swaddling clothes, unable to move.

Could it be that I, Tang San, am about to perish here once again today?

If that is the case, then why did Heaven grant me another chance at rebirth?

If you wanted me to experience death once more, there was no need for this.

I merely secretly learned the cultivation method of the Tang Sect's inner disciples and secretly read the Tang Sect Treasure Manual. There was no need to punish me so severely.

Tang San hoped that a miracle would appear.

That Heaven would send down a ray of light and save him from this desperate predicament.

Tang San yearned for hope in his heart.

Yet Heaven could not hear his prayers. Even if it did, it could not answer him.

After all, even if he was a Child of Fortune, he was still too young, and his remaining fortune was not enough.

A Child of Fortune was chosen by Heaven. At the very beginning, Heaven bestowed upon them a thread of fortune, and the Child of Fortune relied on that thread of power to grow continuously.

During their growth, they constantly seized and plundered the power of fortune from others.

In the end, their own fortune would reach an incomparably terrifying level.

Even if Tang San were truly slain by Ling Feng, Heaven could simply choose another Child of Fortune.

If this Pal did not work out, there were plenty of other Pals.

"Since Senior insists on this, then this junior can only offend you!" Intense fighting spirit flared anew in Tang Hao's eyes as he summoned the Clear Sky Hammer once more.

Looking at the five soul rings on his body, a resolute glint flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.

Against an opponent of this level, even the slightest hesitation would mean defeat.

Only by abandoning everything in an all-out attack and bringing forth every last trump card could he and Tang San have even a sliver of hope of survival.

"Great Sumeru Hammer's ultimate profound meaning: Explode Ring!"

"Fifth soul ring—explode!"

"Sixth soul ring—explode!"

"Seventh soul ring—explode!"

"Eighth soul ring—explode!"

"Ninth soul ring—explode!"

Tang Hao consecutively exploded all five soul rings in an instant.

As the final five soul rings exploded, a vast and surging torrent of Soul Power erupted from Tang Hao's body.

Tang Hao's entire aura instantly reached its peak.

In terms of momentum, he even overwhelmed Ling Feng for a time.

"A desperate gamble?" Ling Feng sneered. "Do you think a desperate gamble can defeat me? You truly underestimate me!"

"Sword Dao Domain, activate!"

Ling Feng gave a low shout and directly activated the Sword Dao Domain.

As the Sword Dao Domain opened, Ling Feng's combat power instantly reached its peak.

Yet in the next instant, what left Ling Feng utterly dumbfounded was—

After the Five Rings Simultaneous Explosion, Tang Hao did not activate his Martial Soul Avatar. Instead, he poured his Soul Power into his legs.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, Tang Hao transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the outskirts of Sacred Soul Village.

His speed was so fast that he vanished beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng: "???"