Erming hurled a ball of golden sun from his hand towards Tang San, who was about to leave the valley.
It illuminated the night sky, seemingly vying with the bright moon.
Tang Hao's blood-red Clear Sky Hammer, imbued with all the power from blasting away his third spirit ring,
extended its handle, bursting open to blast the golden vortex apart, igniting
a sky full of fireworks .
The Great Sumeru Hammer, its momentum undiminished, struck Erming .
Erming roared, raising his iron rod, twisting his waist, and swinging it horizontally.
Boom!
A deafening explosion echoed in the air.
Blood trickled from Tang Hao's lips, yet he didn't retreat an inch.
Erming's iron rod twisted slightly, his feet faltering, and he stumbled back several steps, nearly falling. *
Biu*
—The cannonball fired, but Tang Hao was too far away; Amaterasu was unlikely to achieve anything.
A flash of bloodlust appeared in Ye Qiu's eyes, and a trickle of blood flowed from his right eye.
The fiery red iron ball instantly turned pitch black, corroded by the black flames.
The pitch-black cannonball, hidden in the night sky, was indistinguishable to the naked eye.
But the terrifying power it contained caused the air to tremble and burn. A
deafening
dragon's roar echoed as Da Ming ceased gathering power. He
swiftly rushed to Er Ming's aid.
A beam of azure light pierced everything, seemingly about to intertwine with the pitch-black iron ball.
The point of intersection was none other than Tang Hao, his face as fierce as a ghost!
Without a word,
Tang Hao's fourth spirit ring shattered inch by inch.
The light on it seemed to shatter into countless flying insects, entering the blood-red Clear Sky Hammer.
Clear Sky True Form! Great Sumeru Hammer!
Tang Hao felt even breathing begin to hurt, but this only made him more lucid.
"Ugh!!"
An incomparably powerful force, flashing with blood-red light, roared
in his fury.
The Azure Dragon let out a mournful cry, annihilating before him.
The cannonball shattered into pieces, burning to ashes in the air.
The Great Sumeru Hammer still possessed residual power, crashing down on Erming.
"Roar!"
The sound waves surged as Erming raised his massive iron rod, covered in magma, his golden blood surging and flowing into the rod.
Gold and blood intertwined.
The ground beneath Erming's feet crumbled, his feet sinking into the earth.
Tang Hao began to gather power using the Chaotic Cloak.
Ye Qiu, missing his first attack, used Divine Might to reposition himself, switching to another cannon platform.
The blood-red Susanoo continuously adjusted its movements.
He lit the fuse again, and a golden iron rod appeared before Ye Qiu, growing larger and larger.
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed from the hilltop where Ye Qiu stood, the massive iron rod destroying the cannon platform.
The hilltop collapsed, and the large cannon exploded on the spot.
Ye Qiu, his blood-red eyes wide, stood there stunned, a chill running down his spine.
He hadn't expected Tang Hao to have detected his location and even used his Haotian Nine Absolutes technique to flick the iron rod from Erming's hand.
With a cold laugh, Ye Qiu vanished from his spot.
Boom!
Tang Hao, a sinister grin on his face, relentlessly attacked Er Ming, each blow heavier than the last.
Er Ming was forced back step by step.
Boom! Thunder and fire erupted from the mountaintop, shaking the valley.
Three tongues of fire shot out, blocking all of Tang Hao's escape routes.
The Sharingan's perception ability was also very useful in artillery aiming.
"Moo!"
Da Ming's thick tail whipped towards Tang Hao.
Er Ming roared to the sky, its sound waves filled with ferocity, shaking even the soul!
Titan's Wrath!
His granite-like muscles slowly tightened, as if compressing all his power.
Golden fists gleamed with menacing power.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
*Poof!* The black fifth ring shattered!
The Haotian Hammer in his hand was stained with his blood, alluring and captivating.
His body spun in mid-air like a top.
Like a whirlwind, it danced wildly, impenetrable.
Explosions rang out continuously, shells shattering.
Erming's fists were already bleeding, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
Daming's tail had also been blasted away, blooming with blood.
"Haha... I... I am Haotian Douluo!"
Tang Hao let out a wild, maniacal laugh.
That night, he seemed to have returned to the day Ah Yin sacrificed herself.
The same near-death experience, the same exhilarating feeling!
His bloodshot eyes looked into the distance; Tang San was nowhere to be seen.
He didn't know what would happen if he threw Tang San away, but if he stayed here, both of them would definitely die!
Blood kept dripping from his body, and he began to slowly weaken.
But his consciousness grew clearer
. He understood that only by getting rid of Tang San, this burden, could he and his son have a chance of survival!
Beneath him, only the second, sixth, and seventh rings, and the red, ten-thousand-year-old ninth ring, remained!
"Erming! Attack together!"
The scales on Daming's tail were sparse and stained with blood.
Suddenly, the two horns on his head lit up with a blue light, releasing the pressure of a dragon.
It continuously covered his entire body.
Its massive body, hundreds of meters long, resembled a winding, miniature mountain range.
The entire body was shrouded in a cyan hue, as if a dragon's soul clung to it, appearing and disappearing.
"Roar!"
Hearing Da Ming's voice,
Er Ming raised his hands, his previously compressed muscles instantly relaxing.
Thump!
Every muscle relaxed.
A booming sound resonated within him, radiating golden ripples.
Terrifying power erupted from his muscles, surging upwards and converging between his palms. A
gale swept through the valley.
Erming seemed to be holding up a blazing sun, golden and pure.
"Don't even think about it!" Tang Hao's hoarse voice barely managed to utter two words, his internal organs feeling like they were on fire. He
was about to strike with the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand when another tongue
of fire shot out from afar, aiming straight for his head.
'Who is it?!'
Tang Hao's face was grim. He didn't know what this thing was.
Why did it have such power!
Who was it that wanted to kill him and his son with the soul beast?
The sound of the cannon made Tang Hao pause for a moment. He struggled to breathe, blood seeping from his cloudy eyes. His pupils slowly contracted. Thump! Thump! Er Ming lifted his foot and slowly walked forward. Ye Qiu's figure, draped in a black bamboo hat, appeared on Er Ming's shoulder. Under his Sharingan's observation, Tang Hao's soul power was nearly exhausted, and his internal organs were shattered. His body convulsed continuously, seemingly enduring excruciating pain. He appeared to be on the verge of death.
A shadow suddenly enveloped him.
Then, golden light illuminated his bloodied face.
Erming leaped high into the air.
The golden moon he held in his hand suddenly shrank, held in his palm.
Golden light shone through his fingers.
Super Titan Shattering the Sun!
From his high vantage point, Erming's golden fist slammed towards Tang Hao.
Suddenly, a golden light flew out from his fist, then expanded rapidly, instantly becoming a golden, violent sphere four or five meters in diameter, pressing down rapidly on Tang Hao.
Roar!
A dragon's roar echoed, and the azure light emanating from Daming's body suddenly detached, flying into the sky.
It transformed into a hundred-meter-long azure dragon, constantly circling in the sky.
Azure Dragon Soul!
It seemed to break through the dark clouds and then swoop down.
In Ye Qiu's vision,
the hundred-meter-long azure dragon, carrying a golden dragon pearl, descended
from the sky!
Crushing down upon a human.
The wind howled in the valley, and the air became viscous.
Tang Hao found it difficult to breathe.
But his bloodshot eyes blazed with murderous intent, and he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in both hands.
His second and sixth spirit rings shattered with a deafening roar.
The seventh spirit ring shone with its final, lingering light.
His majestic and robust spirit body, the Clear Sky Hammer, resembled a small mountain.
"You two beasts! Come on!"
Boom!
Tang Hao's voice was drowned out by the terrifying collision.
The cannonballs Ye Qiu had just fired were all sent flying by the collision of the three.
A fierce wind howled on the mountaintop, and Ye Qiu couldn't even open his eyes without activating his divine might.
Rumble!
Ye Qiu felt the valley tremble continuously.
The surrounding spirit beasts fled in terror.
He saw it.
Er Ming was thrown back by the aftershocks of the attack.
Tang Hao was knocked down from the air and crashed to the ground.
The Clear Sky Hammer's shattered spirit body destroyed Er Ming's attack.
A hundred-meter-long azure dragon phantom plummeted into the valley, the earth crumbled, and the terrifying shockwave threatened to sweep away the surrounding mountains.
The crimson ninth spirit ring had shattered.
The surging Haotian True Body still couldn't escape being completely torn apart.
The original valley had become a basin, and some of the peaks were tilted.
A hint of weariness appeared in Da Ming's eyes.
Er Ming wasn't in good condition either; after the Titan's Wrath state, his muscles began to ache.
"Roar!" Er Ming let out a long roar, and a gust of wind swept through, dispersing the dust and smoke.
In the center of the shattered basin, Tang Hao, his clothes tattered, lay in a pool of blood.
Erming reached out and grabbed him in his hand.
Tang Hao, like a broken sack, was at Erming's mercy.
Even held in his hand, he trembled involuntarily.
His flickering eyes stared at Ye Qiu, his dry, pale lips trembling.
"Who are you?"
He remembered Ye Qiu; he was involved when Qianjun and Jiangmo were besieging him last time!
Ye Qiu didn't answer him, his indifferent, hoarse voice ringing out.
"Kill him."
"Roar!" Erming growled, a cruel glint in his eyes.
Tang Hao slowly closed his eyes.
The heavy, blood-soaked hand was about to exert force.
"Die! Uh... Ah~!!"
A force of resistance suddenly came from his hand.
He broke free from Erming's large grip.
Tang Hao's roar was hoarse, his throat choked with blood, almost losing his voice. A
flash of blood appeared on his body, and a hammer suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Not good! Erming, retreat!"
Ye Qiu's horrified voice rang out.
Tang Hao's soul power suddenly surged again.
It turned out he hadn't been enduring pain, but forcibly suppressing the power from the exploding rings.
During the previous battle, he needed the amplification of his seventh soul skill, the True Body of his Martial Soul.
But now... he didn't need it anymore!
This time, he detonated his seventh ring as well, and his Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, erupted once more.
The Great Sumeru Hammer!
A powerful Clear Sky Hammer was about to strike Er Ming's neck head-on.
This attack... was aimed at him!
Ye Qiu's expression hardened.
Divine Might!
Blood seeped from Ye Qiu's eyes; Tang Hao's attack was only momentarily interrupted by his interference.
Fortunately,
that moment was enough for Er Ming to react.
Even a Titan Ape wouldn't dare to directly block the Great Sumeru Hammer with its neck.
In desperation, Er Ming raised his right fist to meet it.
Bang!
A huge figure flew backward, along with Ye Qiu,
crashing heavily to the ground.
Tang Hao's body swayed; he was at his last gasp!
After the attack, Tang Hao turned to leave.
*Whoosh!
* A beam of azure light shot towards him, Tang Hao raised his hammer.
The attack from the Great Ming was far weaker than before; the massive Haotian Hammer shattered the azure energy, striking the area below its head.
Tang Hao coughed up blood, seemingly mixed with some broken internal organs.
As if in a final burst of energy, Tang Hao's eyes regained their brightness.
Using the impact, he flew away into the distance.
*Boom!*
An explosion sounded behind him, but Tang Hao couldn't care less.
This was Ye Qiu's last turret.
It wasn't just a single iron ball inside, but rather filled with fist-sized iron balls.
It was a large shotgun.
It was specially prepared to prevent Tang Hao from escaping!
"Tang Hao... I'll kill you!"
Ye Qiu's face was grim; the Great Sumeru Hammer was simply too overpowered!
It truly deserved to be called a divine skill! The bright moon hung in
the sky.
A red meteor shower fell over the basin,
leaving long trails of flame as they crashed into the earth.
The opposite mountain wall was riddled with holes.
Blood gushed out, scattering from the sky.
An arm holding the Clear Sky Hammer fell downwards.
Tang Hao was numb, oblivious, his consciousness slowly fading.
He carried his mangled body, flying away.
Only one thought occupied his mind:
He...can't die!
A piercing ringing in his ears echoed; he seemed to see Ah Yin, wanting him to join her. He
flew for an unknown amount of time, lower and lower, slower and slower. His
severed right arm had stopped bleeding. He...had no more blood to bleed.
*Crack! Thud!*
He crashed through the branches and leaves into a dense forest in the mixed zone. The saturated blood stench,
devoid of life
, had already attracted many soul beasts…
Suddenly, a sinister, dark green pupil lit up in the darkness, moving towards Tang Hao in the pool of blood.
…
The valley had transformed into a basin.
The Clear Sky Hammer held in the severed arm had vanished.
In the spatial distortion, Ye Qiu's figure appeared there.
*Boom!*
Heavy footsteps sounded, and Erming, clutching his right arm, appeared behind Ye Qiu.
He occasionally let out a low growl.
Ye Qiu bent down and picked up the severed arm.
It was Tang Hao's right arm.
"Ye Qiu! How is it?"
Daming, with its long body, surrounded Ye Qiu and Erming.
"Couldn't find it,"
the voice was stiff.
Ye Qiu's face behind his mask was somewhat grim.
Even though he immediately chased after him, searching along the blood trail, he couldn't find any trace of Tang Hao.
Although such an injury would definitely be fatal,
not witnessing his death firsthand still made Ye Qiu very unhappy.
It was like a lump in his throat!
After this battle,
Ye Qiu also developed a strong desire for the exploding ring technique within the Great Sumeru Hammer!
"With such an injury, he definitely wouldn't survive,"
Daming also felt a little regretful.
But Tang Hao's injury was caused by it and Erming.
It could sense that Tang Hao's final attack was nearing its end.
Ye Qiu nodded slightly in agreement.
Suddenly, the mask on his face was ignited by black flames, and blood trickled from his right eye.
Tang Hao's severed arm in his hand was also reduced to ashes by the black flames,
leaving behind a relatively intact soul bone.
This was one of the inherited soul bones of the Clear Sky Sect, with an age of at least 60,000 years!
This was also a great gain!
"By the way, Da Ming, Er Ming, are you alright?"
Ye Qiu came back to his senses, no longer thinking about those other things.
He looked at Er Ming, who was clutching his right arm, and Da Ming, whose aura was already somewhat weakened.
"Roar~" Er Ming let out a low growl.
"It's nothing serious, I just used up a bit too much soul power, and Er Ming's right arm is broken. It will recover soon!"
Da Ming was also somewhat helpless, his face still showing lingering fear.
He had never fought so desperately before. He
had even activated a trace of the Azure Dragon bloodline within him.
Tang Hao's final attack had almost hit its vital point; if it hadn't been exhausted, he would have been seriously injured as well.
"That's good," Ye Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. If anything happened to his brothers-in-law, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Xiao Wu.
Their battle had been quite a spectacle for Ye Qiu.
The golden sun and the hundred-meter-long, thick azure dragon
pounded and widened the valley,
distorting space. Xiao Wu's figure appeared beside Ye Qiu.
"Xiao Qiu~ Are you alright!?" She had barely appeared and hadn't even stood still when she pounced on Ye Qiu.
Seeing the blood on Ye Qiu's face, she anxiously checked his body.
She also turned to look at the two brothers beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ye Qiu picked up his sleeve and hastily wiped the blood from his face.
"Sister Xiao Wu is alright." Da Ming's loud voice rang out.
He hadn't expected that even after having a man, Sister Xiao Wu would still remember to care about her brothers.
"Roar~!" Er Ming also roared excitedly.
"Let's leave here first!" Holding Xiao Wu's delicate hand, Ye Qiu looked up at the sky.
The night was already past midnight!
"Hmm! Erming is injured, I'll take you guys."
...
"Erming, your hand is injured, don't jump around like that, doesn't it hurt?!"
On the way back to the Lake of Life, Xiaowu's scolding voice came.
At this moment, she was sitting on Daming's head, nestled in Ye Qiu's lap.
Looking at the slightly bent iron rod beside her, jumping around, she looked at it with some concern.
Daming was also somewhat helpless.
"Erming, I have some herbs here! They should speed up your recovery."
In Ye Qiu's divine power space, there were still many top-grade herbs picked from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
He took out some that were beneficial to Erming's injuries and placed them in its large palm.
Then he continued to sit cross-legged, recovering his depleted pupil power.
To adjust the cannon barrel, he had used his Martial Soul True Body quite a bit, and even Tang Hao's temporary counterattack had made his eyes a little sore.
After he recovered, Ye Qiu did not follow Daming and the others back to the Lake of Life.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still waiting for him to return safely!
He needed to find them quickly!
After saying goodbye to Da Ming and the others,
Ye Qiu left Niu Tou with Xiao Wu. Meanwhile,
Zhao Wuji and the others were advancing from the outer area towards the mixed zone.
At the edge of the mixed zone,
Tang San, who had been thrown out by Tang Hao at great personal risk, was thrown around, completely disoriented. The sharp pain
of his broken ribs jolted him awake.
After trying to find his way, he tried to go further in, but instead found himself fighting a jet-black spider. (End of Chapter)