Quick, Use Your Invincible Pole Vault!

The blood-red domain gradually faded, and two dazzling crimson halos bloomed like twin rising suns.

On the shattered ground, two snow-white rabbits, each no bigger than a palm, lay motionless.

Their vitality had ebbed away, leaving them with only faint heartbeats. They could not even move.

Beside the two rabbits lay two swaddled infants and two pink Soul Bones.

All six of Tang Hao's Soul Bone slots had long since been filled, leaving him no room to absorb another.

Ah Rou, meanwhile, wanted to save the Soul Bone for her own child, so she chose not to fuse it into Tang Xiao, the loyal dog she had already trained. She trusted that Tang Xiao would understand what she meant.

After the shocking scene ended, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings. No one came near.

Even Tang Zhen's face betrayed neither joy nor anger.

Tang Hao silently pushed himself upright. The Soul Power brought by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Sacrifice surged through his body, and his grievous injuries had already healed.

He did not look at Tang Zhen or his fellow disciples. He simply took slow, heavy steps toward the two little rabbits.

Hundreds of Clear Sky Sect disciples gripped their hammers tightly. Though they could scarcely hide the burning desire in their sidelong glances at the coveted Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, none dared rush forward to stop him.

Tang Zhen did not speak up to stop him either.

As he saw it, the Sacrifices were over. The Soul Bones and infants on the ground were already fish on the chopping block, and even with wings, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao could not escape.

Tang Hao bent down and stirred the Soul Power within him, storing the two Soul Bones in his Storage Soul Tool.

He carefully scooped up the two swaddled infants and gathered the two rabbits protectively into his arms.

Holding them, Tang Hao strode into the wooden house behind him, most of which had already been destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle.

Tang Hao settled them safely inside, then closed the battered wooden door.

As he walked out of the house, he looked at his hands, whole as ever, and a sudden ache rose in his nose.

Tears streamed down his cheeks without stopping.

He regretted it so much.

He truly regretted it so much.

Now, at last, he had gotten the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone he had dreamed of...

But he had lost love.

Without love, even if he were given a full set of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones on this continent, how could he possibly be happy?

...All right, Tang Hao thought it over. It seemed that if he really could get a full set of hundred-thousand-year equipment, he would actually be a little happier.

Why did heaven have to be so cruel, forcing him to exchange the woman he loved most for this cold Ninth Soul Ring?

Actually, though, he did feel a little good about it, but also a little bad.

It was as if the left side of his brain had just taken off while the right side had already gone limp. The two extreme sensations tangled together in his head.

Tang Hao tilted his face toward the sky, tears spilling onto his chest, his whole body radiating the desolation of depression.

"Brother Hao."

Not far away, Tang Xiao slowly walked over.

Ah Rou's Sacrifice had healed his injuries as well. Surging Soul Power circulated through his body as brilliant Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet, one after another.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Tang Hao understood what his elder brother meant and raised a hand to summon his Clear Sky Hammer.

A single, lonely blood-red ring rose into view.

When Tang Hao had fought Tang Zhen with his life on the line, he had used Ring Detonation to blow up all eight of his previous Soul Rings. There was no way they could appear again anytime soon.

But having come back at full health, coupled with the inflated confidence of each possessing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly gave the brothers a feeling: I'm frighteningly strong now.

The brothers exchanged a glance. Grief and rage seethed together, and their killing intent shot straight into the clouds.

"Big brother-"

"Brother Hao-"

"For Xiao Wu!"

"For Ah Rou!"

"Kill!"

The brothers roared in unison, their momentum like a rainbow.

With hatred filling their hearts, they shouted "Love!" and "Hatred!" as they charged fearlessly into the Clear Sky Sect's encirclement.

To the accompaniment of a symphony of hammers.

A short while later.

With two whistles of bodies cutting through the air, the figures who had just charged out came flying back one after the other, several times faster than they had charged.

The brothers were hammered to the ground, their healed bodies grievously injured once more. They sprawled limply on the ground, twitching, unable to rise again.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Tang Hao's eyes were full of bewilderment.

They had lost just like that?

Why wasn't his invincible hammer working?

Tang Lie curled his lip, his face full of disdain.

"I thought absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring had made you so much stronger. Is that all?"

"You just broke through to Titled Douluo, and you thought you could come up here and take on the two of us Titled Douluo, a quasi-Titled Douluo, a Super Douluo, and hundreds of disciples? Who do you think you are?"

"Who on earth gave you the courage? Tell me. Hm?"

Tang Xiao struggled to prop up half his body. As he watched his fellow disciples and elders close in step by step, panic surged through his heart like a tide.

They couldn't beat them.

They couldn't beat them at all.

Even with the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings brought by the Sacrifices, never mind fighting hundreds of disciples, they couldn't even beat their dear old dad at level ninety-five alone. Tang Zhen could knock them down with a few swings of his hammer.

They were all headstrong brutes, after all. In a head-on clash, strength was an absolute gulf between them. The brothers had Soul Bones, but their dear old dad had Soul Bones too.

If they stayed here any longer, death was the only road left, and Ah Rou and Xiao Wu's sacrifices would all have been for nothing.

Go.

They had to go immediately.

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Hao, who was just as bloodied beside him, and said urgently:

"Brother Hao, quick! Use your invincible Pole Vault!"

"Go back inside and bring them out, then use Pole Vault to jump us out of here!"

The Pole Vault Soul Skill, foul-smelling but capable of astonishing leaps, was their only hope of survival.

Hearing Tang Xiao's words, quite a few of the disciples surrounding them with murderous intent actually pricked up their ears, a trace of anticipation appearing in their eyes.

During the pursuit, Tang Hao had used Pole Vault with godlike skill. The sect's younger generation had even started a craze for practicing it in private.

The corner of Tang Lie's eye twitched. Looking at Tang Hao's single, lonely Soul Ring, he sneered and spat:

"Jump, then. Aren't you good at jumping, brat? Weren't you jumping around so happily before? Where's your Pole Vault? Go on, jump again and let me see."

But at this very moment, Tang Hao really couldn't jump.

His mouth hung open, his expression changing from stunned to utter devastation.

"Big brother..."

His voice thick with tears, Tang Hao wailed:

"I can't jump!"

"When I used Ring Detonation just now... I blew up my Eighth Soul Ring!"

"I can't use it at all right now! Damn it..."

Hearing this, Tang Xiao was so angry that he spat a mouthful of blood into Tang Hao's face.

"You blew up the Eighth Soul Ring we needed to escape?"

"Of all the rings you could've blown up, why didn't you blow up that Ten-Year Soul Ring?"

Tang Hao pulled a mournful face. His love-struck brain had taken over just now; how could he have thought of any of that? He had simply used whatever he had, and he felt so aggrieved that tears kept falling.

"I got carried away in the fight. I thought the more I blew up, the stronger it would be, so I went ahead and blew them all up..."

Beside himself with anger, Tang Xiao roared, "You thought? What the hell were you thinking?"

A sense of despair settled over the two of them.

The Clear Sky Sect disciples around them, poised for battle, all looked at one another.

Quite a few disciples who had secretly hoped to witness the godly skill-and had even brought paper umbrellas in private to shield themselves from the stinking water-showed obvious disappointment.

The footsteps closing in around them were already right at hand.

A trace of pain flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes, then gave way to resolve.

"Stubborn fools. Since things have come to this, I shall... break your arms and legs and take you back to the sect to await punishment."

With that, Tang Zhen slowly raised the hammer in his hand.

Tang Hao closed his eyes in despair.

It was over.

Was everything going to end here?

Just as the hammer was about to fall-

Tang Hao's Divine Slaughter's Domain, which had been broken apart, suddenly released itself.

One day in the Divine Realm was one year in the lower realm.

Earlier, the Asura God had stuffed two souls into the bodies of the two newborn infants. In the time it took him to take a nap, tens of minutes had already passed in the lower realm.

Seeing that the dear old dad of his two fry was about to be beaten to death, he tossed down a strand of divine power and hurried off to work.

Tang Hao felt as though he had an inexhaustible supply of strength within him.

Now he really was frighteningly strong!

Tang Hao's eyes snapped open, and he sent Tang Zhen flying with one blow of his hammer.

He sensed the power within him in disbelief.

"Power..."

"Such tremendous power-"