Hao-Wu Three Ultimates and Xiao-Rou Three Ultimates

Although Gu Yue had returned to ancient times, the battle between the two rats was far from over.

Tang Hao gripped his foul-smelling hammer, combining his Eighth Soul Skill with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Every swing grew fiercer, every smash more vicious.

Black water sprayed across the sky, and a stench filled the entire valley. The Clear Sky Sect disciples were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers, while deep craters were smashed into the ground.

Tang Hao's eyes were scarlet. He had nearly wiped out over a hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples single-handedly. Even Tang Zhen and two elders had been unable to stop him, despite their desperate efforts.

Watching most of the sect's foundation crumble before his eyes, Tang Zhen's eyes turned blood-red. He joined forces with the Sixth Elder and Tang Lie once more to intercept Tang Hao, hoping to save the last few surviving sprouts.

The two sides clashed fiercely, and the shock waves tore the surrounding earth and rocks apart.

Tang Hao grew braver as the battle went on, but without his noticing, the divine power the Asura God had left behind before going to work was almost exhausted.

The blood-red light on the hammer faded completely. Without the divine power bolstering him, Tang Hao showed his true colors when he clashed with Tang Zhen and the other two again. He was sent flying backward by their hammers.

He looked down at the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, his face full of confusion:

"Huh?"

"Where's my powah?"

"My powah was so big and so thick just now. How did it suddenly disappear?"

Tang Hao's heart jolted. He thought this was going to be bad.

"Brother Hao, don't panic. Big Brother is coming to help you."

Watching his second brother display his divine might, Tang Xiao, who had used the opportunity to stabilize his injuries, could no longer hold back. He charged forward with his hammer and stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Hao.

A glance around revealed an utterly tragic scene.

The Clear Sky Sect disciples had been all but wiped out, and the Fifth Elder had been turned into fertilizer for the earth in the earlier fighting.

The only ones still standing were the sect master Tang Zhen, covered in blood, and the Sixth and Seventh Elders, who were also badly injured.

"Heh, your turn is over, isn't it? Now it's ours. You two unfilial sons, give me your lives!"

Tang Zhen's face was grim. Black light surged from the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand as he and the Sixth and Seventh Elders charged to kill once more.

Tang Hao had no time to dwell on why his powah had disappeared. The brothers swung their hammers to meet the attack.

The two sides traded blows for more than ten rounds. Their colliding hammers stirred up violent currents of air that tore apart the ground around them.

Tang Zhen attacked fiercely, smashing down in a relentless succession of blows as he shouted at the two of them:

"You two utterly unfilial beasts! Today, this old man will clean house on behalf of our ancestors!"

"Father, this is the last time I'll call you Father."

Tang Xiao swung his hammer back to deflect Tang Zhen's attack and retorted through gritted teeth:

"When have you ever cared even a shred about the bonds of blood? When has the sect ever cared even a shred about fellowship among its members? If you hadn't forced them into a corner, how would Ah Rou and Xiao Wu have ended up sacrificing themselves? You talk endlessly of benevolence and morality, but you're nothing more than a pack of insatiably greedy hypocrites. Today, we brothers will smash the Clear Sky Sect to pieces and seek justice for them."

The Sixth and Seventh Elders closed in on Tang Hao, who swung his hammer to meet them while listening to his big brother's grief-stricken, indignant questions, his voice choked with tears.

Cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on Tang Hao's back.

He felt so guilty that even the palm gripping his hammer had gone cold.

If his big brother learned that all these disasters had been brought about single-handedly by his good second brother, and that Ah Rou had also died because of his schemes, Tang Xiao would probably turn his hammer around and smash him to death on the spot.

Tang Hao did not dare dwell on it now. Before this, he had kept hypnotizing himself into believing that his big brother had also been eyeing Ah Rou's Soul Ring and Soul Bone.

To hide his inner panic, he could only put on a show of even greater grief and indignation than Tang Xiao. He craned his neck and bellowed at the top of his lungs, dumping all the blame on his good old father.

"Big Brother is right! You old bastard, drop that sanctimonious act! You killed Xiao Wu and Ah Rou. Today, I won't rest until you or I are dead!"

"You wretches are at death's door, and you still dare bark so wildly?"

Tang Zhen swung his hammer with even greater force.

"The sect gave you life and raised you, and now that's become your excuse to slaughter your fellow disciples? You two beasts have had your minds bewitched by Soul Beasts! If this old man doesn't grind your bones to dust today, how could I console the spirits of the Clear Sky Sect's ancestors in heaven? Die!"

With that, Tang Zhen paid no heed to his injuries and unleashed all the Soul Power in his body.

The black hammer swelled to the size of a small hill and swept toward the two of them like a swinging golf club.

The Sixth and Seventh Elders seized the opportunity to knock Tang Hao back, then blocked the brothers' escape routes, one on each side.

The gap in cultivation was ultimately too difficult to bridge. Faced with a Super Douluo's full-strength killing move, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao raised their hammers together to withstand it head-on.

The immense force surged through the hammer handles and into their bodies. Both were sent flying backward and crashed into the ground, sending dust billowing into the sky.

"Pay for the sect disciples' lives!"

Seeing that the attack had succeeded, the Sixth Elder raised his hammer and rushed at the two ahead of the others.

As killing intent descended upon them, the brothers lay on the cold ground, their bodies wracked with agonizing pain. They looked back toward the wooden house, and tears finally rolled uncontrollably down their faces.

Rather than look at the approaching killing intent, the brothers turned their heads and looked at each other.

Less than half a foot apart, their two rugged, bloodstained faces came into view.

Their coarse, stiff stubble was wet with tears, which trickled down their cheeks.

Tang Xiao reached out with a trembling, callused hand and clasped the back of Tang Hao's equally trembling hand.

Their ten rough fingers intertwined. Tang Xiao's eyes were red, and his voice choked with sobs:

"Brother Hao... do you miss her?"

Tang Hao turned his hand over and gripped his big brother's palm tightly. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and the sorrow in his eyes took on a deep affection that seemed to stretch like strands of silk.

"I do... Big Brother, I miss Xiao Wu so much my heart aches... What about you? Do you miss Ah Rou?"

Infinite tenderness and longing appeared on Tang Xiao's face, and tears glistened at the corners of his eyes.

"I do... even when I'm fighting, she's all I can think about. Even every breath I take carries my longing for her..."

The two burly, stubbled men held hands on the ground, tearfully pouring out their hearts to each other. The deeply affectionate looks they exchanged were almost... bizarre.

As the Sixth Elder charged at them with his hammer, the distance seemed especially long, and he just could not reach them.

Beneath their love and grief, the pain rapidly faded from the brothers' eyes, replaced by an affection so thick it could not be dissolved.

They braced themselves against the ground and slowly stood, nothing left in their eyes but longing for the two rabbits.

The brothers looked at each other again, inexplicable smiles rising at the corners of their mouths, and burst out in unison.

"Thinking of Wu Ring / Longing for Rou Fist, thoughts welling up like a spring!"

Tang Hao called it a ring, but he actually struck with his fist as well. The Sixth Elder, first in their path, met the two heavy punches head-on. His Qi and blood surged in reverse, and his protective Soul Power shattered on impact.

Bang-

He crashed into the rock wall and died on the spot.

"Sixth Brother!"

Seeing the Sixth Elder die, the Seventh Elder, Tang Lie, unleashed surging, fiery-red Soul Power. Using his sixth clone Soul Skill, he charged at the brothers with two hammers and smashed them down.

"You deserve to die!"

Facing the Seventh Elder's attack, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao did not change expression. Their eyes remained full of deep affection.

"Thinking of Wu Bone / Thinking of Rou Leg, never forgotten!"

The two leaped and kicked at the same time, their leg shadows striking the two oncoming Clear Sky Hammers squarely.

With a series of cracking sounds, the Seventh Elder's Martial Soul shattered into specks of light that filled the sky. The two followed through with kicks to his chest, caving it in.

Tang Lie was sent flying backward and fell faceup in a pool of blood.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the dim sky, his unfocused pupils full of regret.

In the final moment before he breathed his last, the image of Tang Hao pole-vaulting involuntarily appeared in his mind. His lips trembled as he weakly forced out the final sigh of his life:

"If I'd known... this old man would have absorbed a Lone Bamboo Soul Ring too... with pole-vaulting... I surely could have dodged that blow, right..."

Pfft.

The Seventh Elder spat out a mouthful of old blood, his neck slumped to one side, and his life came to an end.