Chapter 211 Ring Explosion
Immediately afterwards.
An extremely terrifying killing intent swept in from the distant horizon.
The murderous aura was incredibly intense.
Wherever it passed, the space took on a distorted, blood-red hue.
The previously solidified air was instantly torn to shreds by this violent force.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
A dark red light, like a shooting star, tore through the sky and flew rapidly toward the top of Jialing Pass with an indomitable momentum.
The red light had not yet faded.
An overwhelmingly domineering pressure had already descended.
That is the pride of the number one weapon spirit in the world.
That was pure power.
There's nothing fancy about it.
Only the most extreme heaviness and destructive power.
Under this oppressive force, the spatial blockade that Lu Ming had casually set up earlier actually began to ripple with visible waves.
It seems there is an invincible beast trying to smash the cage from the outside.
"Who dares to hurt my son?!"
A roar followed by a rumble of thunder.
The voice was old, yet full of energy.
It also carried a kind of fierce and furious protectiveness.
The moment the sound fell.
The red light slammed heavily onto the open ground in front of Tang San.
Bang!
The earth trembled violently.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
Countless pebbles were shattered into dust.
As the smoke and dust cleared, a majestic figure was revealed before everyone.
It was an old man.
But his current image is hardly respectable.
His coarse cloth robe was tattered and torn, revealing his bronze muscles underneath.
His hair was disheveled, like an abandoned bird's nest, and his gray beard was covered in dust.
He looked like the most inconspicuous beggar on the street.
But.
No one dared to look down on him because of his appearance.
Because he was holding a hammer.
A giant hammer, entirely black, engraved with eerie patterns resembling the god of death.
Haotian Hammer!
And this seemingly mad old man was none other than Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who was once famous throughout the continent and even made the Spirit Hall wary!
At this moment, Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot.
His eyes were frighteningly fierce.
He spotted Tang San kneeling on the ground at a glance.
Seeing his proud son, now with both knees shattered, covered in blood, and unable to speak.
That's Tang Hao's son!
He's a genius with twin martial souls!
He is the future sea god!
At this moment, they are being humiliated like a dog!
"The mistress..."
Tang Hao's voice was trembling.
That's heartache.
It was an overwhelming hatred.
Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, froze the moment he saw this figure.
The despair and despair in their eyes vanished in an instant.
Instead, there was ecstasy.
It was excitement.
It's the kind of madness a drowning person feels when they grasp at the last straw.
dad!
Dad's here!
Haotian Douluo is here!
The man who once smashed the Papal Palace with a hammer has arrived!
"Waaaaah! Waaaah!!"
Tang San tried desperately to shout.
He wanted to tell his father how terrifying Lu Ming was.
He wanted to tell his father and avenge him.
But the force sealing his mouth was too strong, and he could only let out rapid and shrill sobs.
But that's enough.
These pitiful sobs were like sharp knives, stabbing deeply into Tang Hao's heart.
Tang Hao suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was like lightning, fixed on Lu Ming atop the city wall.
"It's you?"
"You're the one who crippled my son?!"
Tang Hao did not wait for Lu Ming's reply.
At this moment, any words are superfluous.
Only blood.
Only then can we wash away this shame.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"What kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation!"
"Today, I will show you the true power of the Heavenly Emperor!"
Tang Hao's aura began to rise rapidly.
He held nothing back.
They came out all out with a desperate attitude.
Nine spirit rings appeared one after another beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
That last, blood-red, 100,000-year-old soul ring emitted a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.
But this time...
Tang Hao did not use any conventional soul skills.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
That is the ultimate secret of the Great Sumeru Hammer.
That is a divine skill passed down through generations of the Haotian Sect, which only the strongest can master.
"Explode—the ring!!!"
Tang Hao let out a heart-wrenching roar.
All nine of his spirit rings lit up at the same time.
Then.
Shatter!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of rapid explosions resounded between heaven and earth.
That was the sound of a spirit ring shattering.
Each explosion of a spirit ring released an extremely terrifying torrent of energy.
This energy did not dissipate.
Instead, it all rushed frantically into the Haotian Hammer in his hand.
The first two hundred-year soul rings shattered, and the Clear Sky Hammer shone with a brilliant black light, its size doubling.
Immediately afterwards, the millennium soul ring shattered, and dark golden patterns appeared on the hammer.
Then, all four ten-thousand-year soul rings exploded simultaneously.
Rumble—
The space could no longer withstand this force and began to collapse on a large scale.
The black spatial rifts spread out like a spider web.
at last.
It is that 100,000-year-old red ring.
That was the spirit ring of Tang San's mother, Ah Yin.
"broken!!!"
With tears streaming down his face, Tang Hao detonated his strongest spirit ring without hesitation.
In an instant.
The whole world seemed to have turned blood red.
Under the infusion of this world-destroying energy.
The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand swelled with the wind.
Ten meters.
100 meters.
km!
It only lasted a short moment.
A terrifying giant hammer, as large as a mountain, lay across the sky.
That enormous shadow enveloped the entire Jialing Pass.
The sunlight was blocked.
The world was plunged into darkness.
Only the crimson lightning crackling around the giant hammer flickered incessantly, emitting a teeth-grinding hissing sound.
This hammer blow.
It embodies all of Tang Hao's energy and spirit.
It combines the terrifying power of nine rings exploding simultaneously.
Its power was so great that it even briefly touched the realm of the gods!
"Die!!!"
Tang Hao's hair and beard stood on end, making him look like a madman.
He gripped the giant mountain hammer with both hands, manipulating it to smash it down fiercely towards Lu Ming on the city wall.
boom--
Before the giant hammer falls, the air pressure precedes it.
Under this immense pressure, even the incredibly sturdy walls of Jialing Pass began to groan in pain.
Countless fine cracks spread across the wall.
The Martial Spirit Hall guards on the city wall were all pale-faced and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
This is simply a natural disaster!
Is this Haotian Douluo's true strength?
Is this the horror of a ring explosion?
Below.
Kneeling on the ground, Tang San looked at the colossal hammer overhead that blotted out the sky, his eyes burning with hope.
We won!
We will definitely win!
This was the father's strongest blow!
Even a peerless Douluo would have to temporarily avoid this attack.
No matter how strong Lu Ming is, can he really withstand this desperate hammer blow?
"Waaaaah!"
Tang San was so excited that his face turned bright red.
He screamed inwardly: Kill him! Dad! Kill him! Smash him into a pulp!
far away.
The remaining members of the Shrek Seven Devils also had their eyes light up again.
Oscar held Ning Rongrong tightly, his voice trembling:
"It is His Majesty Haotian..."
"Perhaps...perhaps there's still a chance!"
The power of that hammer blow was truly immense.
It was so big that it gave them a kind of illusion.
It's a misconception that mortals can truly kill gods.
On the city wall.
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically as she watched the giant hammer descend from the sky.
She knows this trick all too well.
then.
It was with this move that Tang Hao forcefully repelled Qian Xunji and two Title Douluos.
That unparalleled domineering nature remains a shadow in her heart to this day.
"presumptuous!"
Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes held a murderous glint.
Although she is not in good condition right now, she will not allow anyone to be so arrogant in front of her.
Her soul power surged, and the purplish-black demonic runes behind her spread wildly.
The Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
She was about to make her move.
Even if it worsens my injuries, I will block this blow.
But just then...
A long, strong hand gently blocked her way.
Bibi Dong was taken aback.
She turned her head and looked at Lu Ming beside her.
Lu Ming remained calm and composed.
even.
His other hand was still gently wrapped around Gu Yuena's slender waist.
Faced with this terrifying hammer blow, powerful enough to shatter the entire Jialing Pass.
Faced with this earth-shattering ring-exploding technique.
Lu Ming's face was expressionless.
No surprise.
There was no solemnity.
There was only a faint, somewhat mocking smile.
He did not look at Bibi Dong.
He simply watched calmly as the enormous hammer shadow drew ever closer, carrying a devastating force.
The strong wind whipped his white clothes, making them flutter loudly.
Silver hair fluttering in the air.
But he himself was like an unchanging, ancient mountain, steadfast and unmoving.
Lu Ming flicked his finger lightly.
It's like flicking a speck of dust off your sleeve.
Then.
A light, airy voice pierced through the thunder and roar, resounding clearly throughout the heavens and earth.
"Step back."
These two words were spoken to Bibi Dong, who was about to make a move.
Immediately afterwards.
Lu Ming raised his head slightly.
The gaze passed over the massive hammerhead and landed on Tang Hao, whose beard and hair stood on end and whose face was contorted in a ferocious expression.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
His eyes held a nonchalant contempt.
Lu Ming said:
"A dog with a broken spine."
"You dare to bark like that?"
The mighty Haotian Hammer, capable of blotting out the sky, finally fell.
It carried an aura of world destruction.
With Tang Hao's unwavering determination.
The bricks and stones on the city wall emitted a teeth-grinding squelching sound at that moment, as if they were about to collapse completely at any moment.
Everyone held their breath.
Even Bibi Dong's pupils constricted at this moment, and purple soul power frantically gathered in her palm, ready to deal with the upcoming impact at any time.
However.
Lu Ming, who was at the center of the storm, only moved.
The action is very simple.
It could even be described as careless.
He didn't take his right hand out of his pocket.
He simply raised the left hand that he had originally used to block Bibi Dong.
That hand was long, slender, fair, and with distinct knuckles.
Even beneath the crimson and dark thunderclouds, it still radiated a lustrous, jade-like sheen.
He did not clench his fist.
There was no palm strike.
He simply extended one index finger casually.
He gently tapped the massive hammer head above his head, a hammer powerful enough to crush mountains.
The scene was extremely bizarre.
On one side is a peerless demonic hammer, a thousand meters long, crackling with terrifying blood-red lightning.
On one side is a tiny finger that is almost negligible.
It's like an ant stretching out its antennae, trying to shake a meteorite falling from the sky.
ridiculous.
absurd.
Overestimating one's abilities.
This was the thought that instantly flashed through everyone's mind.
Apart from Lu Ming himself.
His other hand was even wrapped around Gu Yuena's slender waist, his fingers gently caressing the Silver Dragon King's soft fabric.
He watched the falling hammer, his eyes as calm as a still pond.
His lips parted slightly.
He uttered a single word.
"break."
The sound wasn't loud.
There were no screams, no roars.
It was as casual as casually instructing a maid to add water when drinking tea on a normal day.
But the moment that word was uttered.
Time seemed to stand still.
Immediately afterwards.
The tip of that index finger touched the huge and ferocious hammerhead of the Haotian Hammer.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was no deafening roar.
Not even the slightest ripple of air was stirred up.
The Clear Sky Hammer, which contained all the energy of Tang Hao's nine spirit rings and even burned his own blood essence, stopped the moment it touched that finger.
It's like a scene that's been paused.
Then.
The wind is picking up.
It was an invisible wind.
The jet-black, indestructible Haotian Hammer began to emanate an eerie gray hue from the point of contact.
The gray color spread extremely quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire hammer body.
Click.
A very faint, crisp sound.
It's like the first crack that appears on the ice in winter.
Immediately afterwards.
The massive Haotian Hammer began to disintegrate.
It's not broken.
It disintegrates.
It turned into countless tiny black dust particles and dissipated in the wind.
It crumbled inch by inch.
It crumbled inch by inch.
The image looked like a pencil drawing that had been forcibly erased by an eraser.
There's no logic to it.
There was no room for resistance.
The thousand-meter-long hammer vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.
Along with the crimson lightning above and the earth-shattering pressure, everything vanished without a trace.
The sky cleared up again.
Sunlight streamed down, illuminating Lu Ming's spotless white robes, making him appear exceptionally refined.
Tang Hao was in mid-air.
He was still in that downward-slamming hand position.
But his hands were empty.
The expression on that rugged, aged face froze.
Those bloodshot eyes were wide open to the extreme, their pupils contracting violently, and even appearing somewhat unfocused due to extreme shock.
"this..."
"What kind of power is this?!"
Tang Hao's voice was dry, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
He didn't understand.
He really doesn't understand.
This is the Great Sumeru Hammer!
This is a ring explosion!
This is a power that even Sendoru had to be wary of back then!
How could it be like a bubble, easily popped with a single finger?
Didn't even hear a sound?
The immense backlash only belatedly erupted at this moment.
"puff--!!!"
Tang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The blood even contained fragments of broken internal organs.
Without the support of the Clear Sky Hammer, and weakened by the explosion of the nine rings, his body was like a kite with a broken string, swaying precariously in mid-air.
Lu Ming withdrew his finger.
I gently blew on my fingertips, as if they were dusty.
He looked at Tang Hao, who was standing in mid-air with a blank expression, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an extremely faint smile.
"Is this what you call a ring explosion?"
"They're making quite a splash."
"pity."
"Like fireworks, they're beautiful but meaningless."
(End of chapter)