"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost. Just you two dare harm my son? Get lost."A deep voice suddenly rang out, exploding in the air as if it detonated from nothing. The voice wasn't loud, yet the domineering force contained within made everyone's bodies tremble involuntarily.
Pope Bibi Dong's expression instantly turned solemn. She released her pressure on Dugu Bo and stared into the sky. With a low explosive sound, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's faces changed drastically at the same time.
A black shadow silently appeared in mid-air, floating quietly, as if he naturally belonged there.
It was a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his fifties, tall and burly — yet his attire could hardly be praised.
He wore a tattered robe, without even a single patch sewn on, exposing bronze-colored skin beneath. His originally somewhat proper facial features were covered in a layer of wax-yellow, with sleepy, drowsy eyes. His hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard seemed untouched for countless days.
Though the man looked aged, the aura around him was still overwhelming. Behind him, an enormous black hammer floated in the air.
Bibi Dong stared at Tang Hao in the air with venomous eyes, nearly spitting fire. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo retreated to her sides. All three Titled Douluo released their full spirit power, creating immense pressure that forced nearby Soul Masters to hurriedly retreat.
Yet before this mountain-like oppressive power, the sloppy man stood proudly, not even holding his hammer with his hand. A sharp light burst from his dim eyes."Want to avenge your teacher? Bibi Dong, you think you can keep me here?"
Bibi Dong waved her hand sharply, and a piercing screech echoed from her palm. As if in response, four identical sharp cries sounded from within the Pope's Palace.
"Calling people?" The man smiled faintly. He carried a unique aura, as though even an army before him would not faze him.
Spirit rings rose slowly beneath his feet, not fast, but with each one appearing, Tang Hao's presence grew increasingly heavy. The three massive pressures in front of him were suppressed by the dense aura he released.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
His nine rings were identical to Bibi Dong's — the last one shockingly also a 100,000-year ring.
Even though the rings were the same, at this moment the aura he released surpassed even Bibi Dong's.
The man swept his cold gaze toward the Pope's Palace behind her."Seven Titled Douluo? Wuhun Hall truly lives up to its name. But even if there are seven of you, so what?"
His seventh spirit ring shone. Behind him, the massive black Clear Sky Hammer suddenly flared. Violent black light surged, and the gigantic hammer expanded in the wind, reaching over a hundred meters long — its hammerhead like a mountain.
Crimson lines surfaced across the enormous hammer, and Tang Hao's 100,000-year red ring shone brilliantly. The black hammer instantly turned completely red.
"Pope's Palace, what a Pope's Palace. Hahahahahahahaha…"Laughing wildly, Tang Hao moved his right hand. The hundred-meter super giant hammer fell — not toward the three Titled Douluo before him, but directly at the Pope's Palace behind them.
Instantly, the air throughout Spirit Hall City twisted. Every Soul Master below Titled Douluo level could not move at all.
Scene shift — the battlefield was no longer Spirit Hall City, but the glittering Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
"Sixth Soul Skill — Angel's Roar."
Two figures battled fiercely in the sky. One was a refined, handsome blue-haired man swinging a hammer similar to Tang Hao's, though much smaller. Opposite him was a golden-haired man with the Angel Spirit.
The blue-haired man swung the Clear Sky Hammer sixty times already while the Angel Spirit user charged his Angel's Roar. If stunned even for a moment under the mental shock, the blue-haired man would lose control — and the energy accumulated in his hammer would tear him to pieces without the golden-haired man even needing to attack.
However, the blue-haired man's Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique had not stopped — and he could not allow it to be interrupted.
The third use of the Invincible Golden Body protected him. Angel's Roar was heaven-defying, but the skill from a 100,000-year spirit bone was even more heaven-defying. With the final effect of Invincible Golden Body, the blue-haired man finally seized initiative for the first time.
The final dozen strikes were completed even as he resisted Angel's Roar. Black and white lights intertwined like two dragons. When the 81st strike landed, the Killing God Domain's evolved skill — Killing God Assault — activated. He pushed his domain power to unprecedented height.
Black and white light surged into the sky, instantly tearing through the golden realm. The explosion in the air echoed like rolling thunder.
The golden space shattered like a disk struck by a blade, breaking into countless golden fragments, which crumbled into golden specks of light and vanished. The sky returned to its natural color.
Two figures appeared in mid-air. The golden-haired man spread his four restored wings to stabilize himself. Thick blood flowed from his nose like two red snakes; dark purple blood dripped from his lips. His eyes were blurry — he didn't dare breathe, fearing blood would gush out uncontrollably.
The impact of the 81 hammer strikes didn't just break his Angel Domain, but also shattered his Spirit Avatar, inflicting unprecedented internal damage.
Qian Renxue watched the gravely wounded golden-haired man, and grief surged from deep within her heart. Tears fell uncontrollably. She had never seen this man before, but possessing the Angel Spirit just like him — he was clearly her blood relative. Was that why she felt so heartbroken? She touched her aching chest, questioning herself.
Qian Renxue didn't realize she was trapped in a nightmare — memories from her previous life awakening as her spirit power grew and her mental strength strengthened.
Because the most important thing in Qian Renxue's heart was her family, whenever she sensed danger from Tang San, her past-life memories surged to warn her.
Ning Rongrong cried seeing the tightly-shut eyes and pained expression of Qian Renxue, immediately calling her father and two Titled Douluo.
"She fell into a nightmare?"
Ning Fengzhi released his spirit power, gently soothing the pale and suffering Qian Renxue.
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