At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, two hundred disciples of the Haotian Sect brandished their Haotian Hammers, and two hundred whirlwinds rose out of thin air, swirling up snowflakes in a dazzling display.
Ahead, three Soul Saint generals from the Haotian Sect surrounded Dai Yao, preventing him from advancing or retreating.
The three worked together seamlessly, their attacks like waves crashing one after another, giving Dai Yao no chance to retaliate.
Watching Dai Yao, who could only defend against their attacks, the leading Soul Saint laughed loudly while gathering his strength:
"Kid, you are indeed quite strong. Even the three of us can't take you down. But no matter how powerful you are, do you think you can stand up to more than two hundred of us?"
"Once they finish the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, your death is imminent!"
They tried to undermine Dai Yao's confidence in his defenses with words.
Behind them, more than two hundred disciples couldn't help but reveal a joyful smile of revenge, and even the Haotian Hammer in their hands felt a little lighter.
After several battles, Dai Yao had suffocated the Haotian Sect. Now, they were finally able to eliminate this genius. How could they not be excited?
Having withstood the blow of the Clear Sky Hammer once again, Dai Yao retreated rapidly, preparing to withstand the attack from the Clear Sky Sect Soul Saint behind him, but a strange smile appeared on his lips.
"Death date? Heh... I hope you can still laugh later."
"After preparing for so long, it's time to use it! Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Thunder God Strike!"
Soul power surged forth, flowing into the fourth soul ring like a confluence of hundreds of rivers. The ten-thousand-year soul ring instantly shone with dazzling light, and countless bolts of lightning flashed in the surrounding space.
The crackling of lightning and the tingling sensation that made the hairs stand on end sent a sense of unease through many disciples of the Haotian Sect.
"Oh no, this guy has a trump card! He might be going to fight to the death!"
Sensing that chilling aura, Tang Long's pupils constricted, and he shouted a warning.
Upon hearing this, the two hundred disciples of the Clear Sky Sect quickened their pace in swinging the Clear Sky Hammer. The three Soul Saints even unleashed their full soul power in their attacks.
However, the rapid and intense attacks did not cause any damage to Dai Yao.
In front of the Haotian Sect's mountain gate.
"Cough cough..."
The lightning elements constantly gathering in the sky made Tang San, who was in a deep sleep, feel something he didn't want to remember. He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the scene in the distance, and immediately started coughing.
"What's wrong, mistress?"
Tang Yuehua stared at the battle situation atop the snow-capped mountain. Upon hearing Tang San's cough, she immediately turned around and asked with concern.
"Auntie, tell them that Dai Yao's fourth soul skill is constantly charging up. When the charge is complete, its power will be comparable to the attack of a Soul Douluo!"
"But he can't move or retaliate while charging up, so you have to interrupt him before he finishes charging!"
Despite the pain, Tang San managed to finish speaking those words in fits and starts before fainting again.
The image of Dai Yao shattering Shenfeng Academy like Thor after fully charging up his power was deeply etched in Tang San's mind. Dai Yao was his mortal enemy, and he knew all of Dai Yao's skills by heart.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua was taken aback. Suppressing her desire to take care of Tang San, she shouted out what Tang San had said to her into the distance.
Upon vaguely hearing Tang Yuehua's words, the two hundred Haotian Sect disciples were startled at the same time, and the Haotian Hammers in their hands almost slipped from their grasp.
With attacks at the Contra level, once they've completed them, can they still kill Dai Yao? They might even lose several of them to Dai Yao!
Tang Long took a deep breath and loudly reminded him:
"My three senior uncles, you heard it too. You can't counterattack when Dai Yao is charging up his power. You must interrupt Dai Yao's soul skill!"
The three Soul Saints gasped in shock upon hearing this. Why did they have to do all the dirty and tiring work?
"My two junior brothers!"
The leading Soul Saint roared.
The other two Soul Saints nodded in agreement and simultaneously used their sixth Soul Skills.
After being repelled by Dai Yao when they initially unleashed their Haotian True Form, they were unable to use their seventh soul skill again for a short period. Now that Dai Yao is unable to move or counterattack, they not only need to interrupt his charging up, but also defeat him completely!
Dark light filled the air as the three men, gripping the Haotian Hammer which had grown larger, roared and smashed it towards Dai Yao.
The ear-piercing sound of wind breaking and the suffocating pressure meant that if an ordinary Soul Saint had come here, they would probably have already started choosing a burial site for themselves.
But Dai Yao remained calm and composed.
"Tang San, Tang San, I didn't expect you to remember so clearly. If it were me back then, you would have really succeeded."
"Unfortunately, five years have passed, and my fourth soul skill has already evolved!"
Soul power flowed throughout his body, frantically converging into his fourth soul ring. In an instant, a bolt of lightning pierced the heavens and earth, striking Dai Yao's right arm precisely.
"What's going on? Why did lightning suddenly strike?!"
The thunderous roar was deafening, and everyone stared in horror at the sky, where the dazzling light illuminated everyone's faces, turning them snow-white.
The palpitating aura made their expressions change drastically.
Dai Yao slowly clenched his right fist, his muscles bulging, as hard as granite, and lightning coiled around his right arm like a snake.
His right leg swung back, splashing up snowflakes, and his right arm slowly retracted, his soul power continuously compressing like a fully drawn bowstring. His poised and ready stance made the three Soul Saints of the Clear Sky Sect's eyelids twitch.
The three of them joined forces, and the three Haotian Hammers slammed down on Dai Yao with the force of splitting Mount Hua!
The side of the hammer that touched the air turned fiery red, and the air itself seemed to groan. The powerful force uprooted the snow beneath Dai Yao, revealing dark brown rocks that had not been seen for years.
"Die, kid!"
The three of them shouted in unison.
Looking up, Dai Yao smiled faintly and said:
"Yeah?"
He immediately crouched down, his muscles bulging, causing the rocks beneath his feet to crack. Two bolts of lightning flashed in his eyes, and Dai Yao's gaze sharpened as he roared:
"Thunder...Eight Extremes Collapse!"
He soared into the air, the shattered rocks beneath his feet turning to dust. His right fist swung out slowly, like an ancient Greek sculpture, the movement of his muscles clearly visible.
As Dai Yao soared into the air, tangible shockwaves spread outwards. Under the tense gaze of everyone, the four attacks collided with astonishing force.
boom!
Everyone seemed to have gone deaf, unable to hear any sound anymore. In this terrifying collision, lightning scattered, and countless snowflakes rose up, obscuring the view.
They could only vaguely see the four people flying away at an even faster speed.
"What's going on? Why can't I hear anything? Will our three senior uncles lose?"
"Bullshit! With the three senior uncles attacking together, even a Soul Douluo wouldn't dare to take it head-on. Dai Yao might have been turned into mincemeat by now!"
"What's going on? Didn't Tang San say that Dai Yao couldn't move or counterattack while charging his fourth soul skill? How come this guy was able to block the attacks of his three senior uncles when he used his fourth soul skill?"
"Perhaps he gave up on using that fourth soul skill?"
"Don't be careless. Everyone must not relax. No matter what Dai Yao has done, we must continue to use the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. As long as we complete the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, no matter how powerful Dai Yao is, he will only face certain death!"
Tang Long shouted a reminder.
"yes!"
Two hundred people shouted in unison, and the air seemed to tremble.
The whirlwind, which had just slowed down, began to spin at an even faster speed, and a terrifying aura gradually gathered.
"Ahem, is that kid dead or not?"
Having struggled to crawl out of the snow, a Soul Saint, enduring the injuries to his lungs and internal organs caused by the lightning, coughed a few times and asked with a hearty laugh.
In his mind, Dai Yao was doomed. They could not use the Haotian True Body, and Dai Yao could not use the external soul bone skill again. Therefore, Dai Yao had only one path: death.
The other two Soul Saints couldn't help but cast inquiring glances at the rising snow mist.
After a long while, the snow mist gradually dissipated, revealing Dai Yao's figure, and their pupils suddenly contracted sharply.
Dai Yao remained in that charged stance, a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, but it clearly had no effect. The sight of his bulging muscles sent a chill down their spines.
The fourth spirit ring shone brightly, and a silver snake that pierced through the heavens and earth slashed down, striking Dai Yao's right arm with the same precision as before. His muscles bulged, the lightning snake coiled around him, and an even more terrifying aura gradually spread out.
"How is this possible! This kid only suffered minor injuries?"
A Soul Saint said in disbelief.
"Wait, this guy is charging up. Wasn't he supposed to be unable to resist or move when using his fourth soul skill? Why did he not only block our attack but also charge up for the next strike?"
Another Soul Saint frowned, observing the constantly solidifying lightning around Dai Yao. As if he had discovered something, he immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed in shock.
"Tang San and this guy are mortal enemies, so he definitely wouldn't lie. In other words, this guy has improved!"
The leading Soul Saint spoke in a heavy tone.
Clearly, Dai Yao's move put him under unprecedented pressure.
This was merely the prelude to Dai Yao's attack, yet it was already enough to withstand the combined power of the three of them. If Dai Yao were to fully charge up his power, what kind of devastation would he unleash...?
Thinking of this, the three of them felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their scalps tingling!
"Now that things have come to this, we must interrupt his power-gathering process, even if it kills us. If that fails, we can only pray that our disciples' Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique can defeat Dai Yao..."
The leading Soul Saint looked at the two hundred disciples behind him and said solemnly.
Soul power flowed through his body, and seven soul rings slowly emerged. The seventh soul ring trembled, releasing a dim light, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
"Even if it costs us our lives, we must stop him!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared through gritted teeth.
They had just used their seventh soul skill not long ago, and it should have been on cooldown for a while, but they are forcing themselves to use it now, which is putting a heavy burden on their bodies.
If this is forcibly used a few more times and the patient is not properly healed, their future path as a Soul Master will be cut off.
The other two Soul Saints were deeply moved upon seeing this, and without hesitation unleashed their Martial Soul True Forms, spitting out blood that stained the snow-white ground red.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
The three roared in unison, and three Haotian Hammers, as large as small mountains, slammed down on Dai Yao.
"Only now are you thinking of forcibly using your Martial Soul True Body? It's too late!"
Dai Yao said with a soft mocking tone.
If they had forcibly used their Martial Soul True Body from the beginning, Dai Yao's Thunder Eight Extremes Collapse, compressed to twice its normal strength, might not have been a match for them.
But when he completed the second compression, he was no longer afraid of their true martial spirit forms.
"Thunderous Eight Extremes Collapse!"
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boom!
The seventh roar resounded through the sky, and countless bolts of lightning filled the air, turning the sky a bluish-purple hue.
The three Soul Saints of the Haotian Sect had turned into bloodied figures.
In order to stop Dai Yao, they had to forcefully use their Martial Soul True Body one after another, but they still couldn't inflict much damage on Dai Yao.
Later on, it got to the point where he couldn't stop Dai Yao's attacks without using his Martial Soul True Body.
Constantly overdrawing their bodies, if it weren't for the already strong physical qualities of the Soul Masters with the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, their bodies would have been torn to pieces.
Their bodies were already at their limit, unable to even lift their hands, let alone unleash their Martial Soul True Form.
Blood dripped from the trembling arm onto the pristine snow. The three looked at each other, each seeing the despair in the other's eyes.
Each Don Quixote-like attack only resulted in a more decisive defeat. No matter how resolute their hearts were, seven consecutive failures had shattered their will to win.
"Is there really anyone who can beat this guy?"
The leading Soul Saint stared blankly at Dai Yao atop the snow-capped mountain, his tone filled with despair and sorrow.
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, Dai Yao's eight wings fluttered, and he hovered in the air, his body crackling with lightning, as if a giant thunder dragon was slowly gathering.
The mountain peak beneath their feet was sliced off out of thin air by the ever-compressing soul power. Countless fragments of rock flew up, carrying snow, and continued to grow, eventually evolving into an avalanche.
Like a war god who cannot be looked at directly.
Another Soul Saint gave a bitter laugh, the stench of blood instantly filling his mouth:
"We can only place our hopes on our two hundred disciples..."
High above, Tang Xiao looked at his three severely injured brothers, then glanced at Dai Yao, whose aura was rising steadily. His tiger-like eyes narrowed, and his hands clenched involuntarily.
"What a terrifying soul skill! Constantly compressing soul power and combining it with the power of lightning. And this is a Soul King! He can actually unleash a soul skill that makes even me feel a little uneasy!"
Dai Yao's final strike, Thunderous Eight Extremes Collapse, had reached the level of a Title Douluo, and even he had to treat it with caution.
"What a terrifying fellow! At such a young age, he possesses such talent, creating a soul skill comparable to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. Today, even if we expose the full strength of the Clear Sky Sect, we must keep him here!"
At this moment, Tang Xiao finally made up his mind.
With a gesture behind his back, a faint surge of soul power caused the elders who were constantly watching the battlefield to look up immediately, notice Tang Xiao's gesture, and be startled.
This means the three of them are to secretly surround Chrysanthemum Douluo and his two companions!
This also means that the Clear Sky Sect has revealed its full strength!
After a moment's thought, the three elders still standing before the Haotian Sect's gate decided to carry out their sect leader's order. They flashed away, heading towards the rear of Chrysanthemum Douluo and his companions…
Now that things have come to this, there's no other way.
"Uncle-Master!"
Two hundred disciples cried out in unison.
The sight of their three uncles in such a miserable state filled them with grief and intensified their hatred for Dai Yao.
"Concentrate, victory is at hand!"
Tang Long roared.
The three senior uncles were willing to suffer serious injuries and delay for so long, all so that they could complete the eighty-one hammer blows. How could they let their efforts fail at this crucial moment?!
"Avenge my martial uncle!"
Tang Hu roared, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with fury as he stared intently at Dai Yao.
"Avenge our uncles!"
Two hundred disciples roared in unison, their voices filled with such fury that even the titled Douluo were moved.
"If we win this battle, the Clear Sky Sect will be united as one and will surely become a formidable enemy of our Spirit Hall!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned as he thought about it.
"Who will win and who will lose is still uncertain!"
Lingyuan Douluo looked at Dai Yao with amazement. Dai Yao's move had surpassed her ninth soul skill, how could she not be moved?
Upon hearing this, both Title Douluos looked at Dai Yao with smiles. Even His Holiness the Pope couldn't find fault with Dai Yao's performance today.
The world was shocked when a soul skill comparable to that of a Title Douluo was unleashed! Keep in mind, Dai Yao was merely a peak Soul King!
"Nine times nine equals eighty-one hammer blows!"
Two hundred disciples completed the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique one after another. Those who finished first waited with all their might for the slower disciples to finish.
At this moment, two hundred whirlwinds shimmering with dark light rose from the top of the snow-capped mountain. The terrifying aura caused even several titled Douluo to take a few steps back in fear.
"Swing the hammer!"
Tang Long shouted hoarsely, veins bulging on his arm, as he slammed down the Haotian Hammer. At his command, more than two hundred Haotian Sect disciples swung their hammers simultaneously, a terrifying force surging towards Dai Yao, the air itself seemed to groan.
Two hundred streams of energy, mixed with dark light, roared as they charged toward Dai Yao, like two hundred black dragons.
"Want revenge? You're not qualified!"
Veins bulged on Dai Yao's forehead as he roared angrily. Thick bolts of lightning crackled on his right arm; had he not possessed lightning immunity, he would have been struck black by lightning by now.
His right arm slowly swung out, causing the space to tremble. A gigantic blue-purple lightning dragon, with its ferocious head raised, charged towards the two hundred black dragons.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the battleground, eager to know the outcome.